Show it comes from: Star Wars, Episode 1

Title: Darth Maul and the Seven Jawas.

Author: Adalisa

Feedback: I love it. It's inspiring... and let's face it, it's the only real reason to keep writing.

Distribution: My site, anyone else, just ask.

Summary: Ahem. Perverted fairy tales, book I.

Rating: Pg-13 or G... nothing much happens....

Disclaimer: All Star Wars characters belong to George Lucas, Snow White belongs to children's literature.

Content: Obi Wan/Maul, mostly.

Warning: This has m/m. You should know that already, since you found this.

Spoilers: If you recognize something from the movie, it would be pure chance. Maybe for the whole SW premise...

Notes: This is dedicated to my beta, Gaby Maya, whose birthday was a couple of weeks ago, and who gave me this idea after telling me about a guy in disguise at the SanDiego Comiccon that was held this year. If she develops the picture, I'll upload it too to my site. Oh, and of course, it is also dedicated to the unnamed eight guys who inspired my beta to inspire me.

By Adalisa.

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away, there lived a Sith in a shining tower.

He was the most powerful, evil, cruel and cunning Sith that had ever lived. So cunning, that even the Fabled Jedi Knights were blind at his true intentions.

His name was Chancellor Palpatine of Naboo, but all his servants called him Lord Darth Sidious or Future Emperor. Because everyone knew that sooner or later, he would be Emperor of the Galaxy.

Sidious, like all Sith Lords, had a young apprentice. A youngster with dark skin, streaked in strange patterns with red, yellow eyes and menacing snarl named Maul. Any other Sith Lord would have felt threatened by his apprentice, because, after all, a Sith Apprentice passed his trials by killing his Master, but Sidious knew that Maul was still not ready for that.

And so, he spend all his time planning, and plotting, and killing gungans when the mood strike him right, ignoring how the rage of his apprentice grew every day.

Besides, he had a special advantage that no other Sith had had. In the wall of his chambers, there was a massive mirror, which could see everything on the realm. A magic mirror, who could answer any question that it was made to it, if it was asked with the right words.

Every morning, Sidious walked to the Mirror, touching it's cold surface and asked in a crackling voice: "Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who's the Sithiest Sith of all?"

And the mirror answered with cultured tones. "From Hoth to Tatooine, from Dagobah to Alderaan, there has never been a Sith with a blackest heart. Thine cruelty is unparalleled, thine evil is unstoppable. Lord Sidious of the Sith, no one has a darker heart than thee."

* * *

Maul could not remember a time in which he hadn't been a Sith Apprentice, and didn't want to. Every day he trained hard, reading his body for the final battle against the hated Jedi, plotting and planning his Master's death.

But all that was completely forgotten that morning, as he observed a young Jedi Knight entering the Senate building.

The Jedi was dressed completely in white and beige, but unlike other Jedi, he didn't hide his face under the hood of his cape. It was because of that that Maul could see the soft skin, the golden short hair, and the breathtaking blue eyes of the Jedi.

He was completely enraptured by this vision of beauty, that he didn't noticed where he was going until he bumped against the knight.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you all right?" The Knight asked, with a very strange accent, and a smile that could melt Hoth.

"Yes." Maul answered, reduced to monosyllabics by the stranger.

"I really must learn to focus myself on the present...." The Knight joked. "I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, and you are...?"

At this, Maul remembered that this gorgeous man, the most handsome man on the whole Coruscant, if not in the whole galaxy, was also supposed to be one of his greatest enemies, and that he really shouldn't be socializing with him, so he did the only thing he could do.

He retreated, very, very, very fast.

* * *

Days in Coruscant continued to pass very routinely. Trying to forget the face of the Jedi Knight, Maul launched into a zillion of Sith activities, from murdering every single Senate member who annoyed him or his Master, to planning the obliteration of a couple of pretty useless species that roamed in worlds like Naboo and the third moon of Endor.

Sidious might not have noticed, but one day, after he did his customary question to the magic mirror, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who's the Sithiest Sith of all?"

The mirror answered: "Thou heart is black and thou manner is evil, but I am afraid to say, thou are not the evilest. While thou plot and plan, there's one who dwells on action. He is a crueler Sith, and a lot more handsome. With red streaked dark skin, and yellow evil eyes, I'm sure I do not need to tell thee that his name is Maul."

It is not enough to say that Sidious was furious. His rage knew no parallel. Even when it was to be expected of a Sith Apprentice to overcome his teacher, he still was not ready to leave the galaxy, and his future empire, in the hands of anyone.

Plotting his revenge, he decided to get rid of his apprentice before he presented more of a treat against his Empire. So Sidious called forth one of his best soldiers, a man who had betrayed practically everyone at least once just to serve him, and commanded him to take Maul outside Coruscant, and then kill him, bringing with him something that proved that the irritating man was dead.

His faithful servant swore on his honor to obey.

* * *

Maul was not a fool, and in the minute that the faithful servant of his Master offered him a ride in the Infiltrator around Coruscant, he knew that it was a trap.

He also knew that if he escaped, nothing could guarantee his safety on the planet, so if he wanted to survive, he had to fake his own death.

So he meekly went with the faithful servant, playing ignorant as they left the planet's atmosphere. He even managed to look surprised as the faithful servant changed the course and enabled the ship's hyperdrive.

All that was, of course, to his advantage, because the faithful servant never expected to be attacked with a two bladed lightsaber. Once the man was knocked down, Maul took the blade to one of his horns, cutting it clean, and throwing it to the floor. If his Master had sent someone to kill him, he surely must have demand tangible evidence, and that was good enough.

Then he boarded the escape pod and flew away, swearing that if he ever came back to Coruscant would be to kill his treacherous Master.

* * *

After much thinking, Maul directed himself to a planet near the end of the Galaxy named Tatooine.

Since Tatooine was outside the Republic, and outside the future Empire's initial plans, it was the perfect place to hide until he had formed a plan.

The escape pod was half-destroyed during the landing, so Maul was left in the middle of the desert, dressed completely in black, and with only his lightsaber as a mean of protection.

He walked aimlessly for what seemed hours, until he reached a strange metal construction that looked rusted and abandoned.

In the main room of the construction, he found thousands of parts and droids, most useless, but some that only needed a little of extenuating work to be functional again. Charmed by the idea of building an invincible droid army against his former Master, Maul put hands to work.

Hours later, he only stopped because of hunger, and, seeing that he had repaired more than a half of the broken droids, he continued his search to the kitchen. It was in a bigger mess than the vault, so Maul had to wash some dishes to be able to eat a little of what was left in the food units. As he tried to get some of the mess in order, he discovered that in the kitchen there were seven of everything, seven chairs, seven dishes, seven forks... and so on.

He decided to file that information for later, as he could have to face seven angry enemies to stay in his new home.

The idea lost some of it's impact as he reached the bedroom, only to find seven tiny beds. Now, Maul wasn't the tallest man in the known galaxy, but even he couldn't fit on those diminutive beds. And he was tired. So he joined them all together in one bigger mattress, and fell, as large as he was, sound asleep.

* * *

Not so very far away, seven Jawas were happily humming as they returned home after a very successful negotiation with a nearby Hutt. Now, Jawas usually didn't mix with Hutts, but the business had been great, and now they had not only money, but also some protection as long as they stayed in the territory of said Hutt.

And that was good enough to have them singing.

But the humming stopped as they reached their sand rover and discovered the door was open. Fearing that the Tusken Raiders had finally managed to get them, they rushed inside only to find that almost all their broken droids, the ones that they sold to unsuspecting humans, were fixed. And in order.

The kitchen was clean.

And in the bedroom, sleeping on their beds, there was the largest, handsomest Jawa they had ever seen.

At first they weren't sure it was a Jawa at all, but his skin was black, and he was dressed in a black robe... And there was no one else in Tatooine who wore black and lived in the desert.

"Utinni?" The younger one asked, obviously puzzled at the apparition.

"Uttini." Another one answered, shaking his head. "Utiini."

"Utinni. Utinni." A third one ventured, pocking the behind of the sleeping Maul. "Uutini?!"

Two more joined in the pocking exploration, which soon lead to Maul awakening.

The young Sith opened one eye first, a little confused about his whereabouts, but by the time he opened the second, all his memories rushed back, and he jumped out of the beds, snarling menacing at the seven Jawas who were still looking at him with awe.

Because, when they saw the yellow eyes, their doubts were dissipated. Sure, it was a tall Jawa. But a Jawa nonetheless.

"Uttinni!!" The leader said, offering his hand to Maul as a greeting. Since the Sith didn't understood the Jawa language, at first he was confused, but quickly decided that if the creatures were natives of Tatooine, they could help him prepare his final offensive against Sidious.

He took the hand of the Jawa, who was the tallest of his tribe, barely reaching Maul's elbows, and smiled tentatively. "Utinny." He growled, but his attempt was received with extreme glee, and much more shouts of the same strange word.

* * *

The days passed, and Maul soon found himself in a routine with the Jawas. He would help them keep the sand rover clean -Because he could never understand how creatures so small could make such big messes-, do simple maintenance to the 'droids they found, and from time to time, help with sales.

The Jawas couldn't be happier with that arrangement, since the double bladed red lightsaber had proved to be quite a convincing argument for their clients.

They would have probably lived quite happily, if it wasn't for the fact that Maul really didn't like the way in which the Jawas constantly poked at him, and that lightyears away, Lord Sidious still made his traditional question to the mirror. And so, one morning:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who's the Sithiest Sith of all?"

And the mirror answered: "I told thee this once, and I tell thee again, althou' thine deeds have grown crueler this year, they're not the most evil I've seen. There's one that will always surpass thee, for in Tatooine, the young Maul lives still."

Rage filled Sidious's mind with those words. Immediately, he sent his guards to kill his not so faithful servant, and ordered them to ready a ship towards Tatooine.

After all, if you wanted something done, you had to do it yourself.

* * *

Maul was extremely bored that day.

The seven Jawas had gone to do some business in Mos Esley, and he had forbidden the entrance to the town since a rather messy incident with a Todorian, a racing pod and his lightsaber. So he had to stay home, and watch the sand roll.

They had left in the morning, as every one of them tell him the usual "Utinni" that Maul always translated as "Feel free to hack and slash any stranger that comes near", while the Jawas actually meant. "Keep the house safe and don't kill anyone", but so far, the agreement had been helpful for both parties.

Maul had learned a lot about the desert, and nothing surprised him.

Except for a strange hooded old man coming towards him with a basket full of apples.

Now, in any other case, Maul would have been immediately suspicious of any creature coming near the Jawas' home. But the man had apples. Red, moist, full grown Apples. The most fine delicatessen in the whole sand planet.

"You look extremely hungry, young man." The old man offered. "I can give you a good prize for this apples."

"Or you can give them for free." Maul growled, igniting only one of the blades of his red lightsaber.

The ploy worked as well as it had always worked with the Jawas' clients, and the old man grudgingly gave him one, all the way muttering about 'being warned of the tall Jawa's temper'.

But the muttering ceased in the moment that Maul bite the apple, and it's poison numbed his body. And when the young Sith Apprentice fell to the floor as long as he was, completely immobile, the silence turned to laughter.

"You should have been more careful, young fool!!" Sidious crackling voice said, and the Sith Master hurried away, thinking already on how to get a new apprentice soon.

When the Jawas arrived and saw what had happened, they were devastated. After all, they had grown to like their tall, ill-tempered cousin.

And so, they did what any other sensible Jawa would have done.

They put Maul in an old, empty crystal Bantha tank, and displayed him for sale.

* * *

The young, handsome, noble, trustworthy, and all around good guy Jedi Knight known as Obi-Wan Kenobi, and his brave, and not less good looking apprentice Anakin Skywalker, were walking through the Tatooine desert when they meet with the traveling Seven Jawas.

They had been on the planet to visit Anakin's mother, and to have a little rest from Coruscant, where every single available bachelor, female and male, threw themselves to Obi-Wan's arms. And when Obi-Wan didn't even turned to see them, they did the same to Anakin, who in turn also ignored them.

Not only was the young Anakin tired of being the second dish to everyone, but he also held some hopes that perhaps his Master ignored the numerous offers because he felt something for him.

Sadly, that was not the case. But Obi-Wan had not even thought that his Apprentice held such feelings for him, so he hadn't even tried to approach the subject.

None of that was on their minds at that moment. They were more preoccupied in finding a couple of very important droids that Anakin's mother had carelessly sold.

"How much for him?" Obi-Wan's voice made Anakin look up from the different R2 units he was reviewing, towards the old bantha tank were a dark skinned creature was being held.

"Utinni." The leader of the Jawas answered, gesticulating widely. "Utiini utinii. Uuttiinnii."

"He says that he costs 40,000 units, and that we can't pay in republic credits for their cousin 'Tall'". Anakin kindly translated.

"Can't you make him change his mind?" Obi-Wan asked, absent mindedly, as he remembered the first time he had seen the beautiful creature. A day, long ago, in the aisles of the Senate, when those piercing yellow eyes had stole his heart.

Anakin shrugged. Apparently, Obi-Wan always took his abilities on the Force for granted, and that got in his nerves. His old Master, Qui-Gon, he had known that Anakin was special. His Chosen One, Qui-Gon used to say. But Qui-Gon had had an unfortunate... accident one day... With half the Council... Jedi were so careless in these days, and it seemed that they fell and broke their necks, or rigged their ships to explode with an 'alarming' frequency. So Anakin was now with Obi-Wan, who didn't really put all his heart in the training... But was a whole lot more easy on the eyes than Qui-Gon had ever been.

After a few minutes, the Jawas were opening the bantha tank, so Obi-Wan could touch the skin of his love. Oblivious to everything, the Jedi Knight leaned down, and kissed the Sith's lips softly, tenderly.

And the purity of his love, the most powerful expression of the Light Side of the Force, destroyed the poison that Sidious had created, and Maul opened his eyes to meet Obi-Wan's.

Light and Dark entwined in perfect balance, as the Sith led Obi-Wan to his room, and the joyous Jawas were left to discuss wedding arrangements with a very pissed Anakin.

* * *

Far away in Coruscant, unaware of the new developments, Lord Sidious questioned his mirror again.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who's the Sithiest Sith of all?" He laughed with glee, sure that this time, he would not be disappointed.

However, the words of the mirror weren't quite what he expected.

"I must say, I'm unimpressed. Ye Light again has not been bested. Maul lives still, and with Obi-Wan is engaged, thus from him thee won't be threatened. But there's now other against whom I warn now. Against his evil, thee shall be vulnerable. Scorned, ignored and quite spoiled, powerful and even half trained, young dark Anakin has already bested most of the Jedi, and if thee are not careful... Thine days will end in a pit."

The end.

-Darth Maul and the Seven Jawas.

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-Adalisa

Whiteknight's lady of the AU

Keeper of Obi-Wan's desire to wring Anakin's neck during That scene in E1