There’s Something About Ben
(A “There’s Something About Mary” AU)
Anakin’s hands were shaking.
He gripped his cup - one of those ridiculously overpriced styrofoam monstrosities that cost way too much money but was too pretty to resist, especially when one was already a weak, weak man as Anakin Sywalker sometimes was, especially for things with both sparkles and chocolate - in both hands. The prosthetic on his right was always a bit more steady than his left, which meant that it probably wasn’t so much his hands that were shaking but him that was shaking.
He huffed and took a forced sip. The drink was too hot for sure, but he hardly noticed the burn. He was too nervous, too anxious, too -
He looked up when the little bell on the coffee shop door rang and then slumped back in defeat.
Maul was late.
Anakin pulled his phone out of his pocket. The home screen - a picture of him, Ahsoka and Artoo, faces smushed together, each wearing a ridiculous hat - greeted him as he thumbed open the lock. Maul had texted him an hour ago saying he had some emergency news, and Anakin had been out the door in record time, his mind going a million miles an hour with all the possibilities.
He was just about to fire off another text when the bell rang again, and in walked Arthur Maul, private investigator and the man Anakin had hired to help find the long lost love of his life.
Maul wore a black motorcycle jacket and high combat boots, and his face was always perpetually red as though he had been out in the cold. He spotted Anakin and nodded to him, coming over to the little table where Anakin had sequestered himself, throwing down a large duffle bag. He reached out and snagged the coffee from Anakin’s hands and brought it to his nose.
“Ugh, is that peppermint?” He pushed the cup back to Anakin - who held it closer to his chest protectively. “No thanks.”
“I got your message,” Anakin said, trying not to let his impatience shine through.
“Huh? Oh yeah.” Maul leaned over the table and into Anakin’s space.
Anakin fought not to rear back. Maul always smelled terrible, like some unfortunate combination of Axe body spray and Lysol. Anakin made his eyes focus on Maul’s, bloodshot and jaundiced, instead of his odd hairstyle that looked like a badly maintained mohawk.
“I’m retiring.”
Anakin blinked at him, forgetting all out the man’s poor fashion choices. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah, I’ve decided to hang it up and move out West.” Maul gestured to the duffle bag. “I’m leaving tonight.”
Anakin’s mouth dropped open. “But - but what about my case? What about -?”
“See that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You paid a lot of money for this, and I didn’t want to leave without first giving you my report.”
Anakin’s heart kicked. “So you did find him?“ Maul nodded. Anakin fidgeted, his chest filling with all sorts of emotions that couldn’t be named. He took a bracing sip of coffee. “How…how is he doing?”
“Not too bad,” Maul said, and Anakin sighed in relief. Until Maul added, “He looks pretty good for a guy who just got out of prison.”
Anakin choked.
“Prison?” he coughed.
“Mmhmm.” Maul leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers on the tabletop. “They have him wearing one of those big ugly ankle monitors. You know the ones? Frankly, I’m not sure what damage they think a guy with only one leg can do, but what do I know.”
Anakin was lightheaded. “He has one leg? What happened?”
Maul shrugged. “I didn’t ask. Probably something to do with the drugs.”
“There are drugs?”
“Oh yeah. Your boyfriend got himself mixed up in all kinds of trouble. I was surprised they let him out of prison at all, but apparently the judge had a soft spot for guys with early onset male pattern baldness.”
Bald. Obi-Wan was bald? For some reason, Anakin couldn’t reconcile this in his mind with the image he’d been carrying all these years. Obi-Wan always had such beautiful hair - long and thick and the more gorgeous color, like burnished copper.
But he supposed that it wasn’t that uncommon for men to go bald in their twenties. And he never really cared about looks anyway. He glanced down at his hand and thought about the scar that now bisected half his face. A lot had happened, to both of them, it sounded like.
Anakin sighed and set his shoulders. “I’d still like to see him,” he said deteriminedly. “I - maybe I can help him.” He could try, at least.
Maul frowned at him and raised an eyebrow. He sighed dramatically, leaning further into Anakin’s space.
“Look kid. You seem real nice so I’m going to give you some advice.” He ignored Anakin’s scowl. “You’re young. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Don’t spend it thinking about some guy who probably doesn’t even remember you exist.” His mouth twitched a bit at the corners and he sat back, satisfied, as Anakin’s face fell.
I’m twenty nine year’s old, he thought. It had been fifteen years, and Anakin Skywalker had never stopped thinking about Obi-Wan “Ben” Jinn.
(Spoiler alert: Obi-Wan does not have any of those things lol.)
(Maybe I’ll add more - this was fun!)
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Griffin Dunne in a an article from TWO magazine circa 1999. Oddly enough, the seller on eBay didn't include a month or year for this issue.
The paragraph in the left clipping reads: "Griffin Dunne lives in New York City, but several months of the year he shares an apartment in Westwood, Calif., with a good friend, Charlie Wessler [producer of Dumb & Dumber and Green Book], and that's where I photographed him. This is Charlie's Border terrier, and he's famous. He's the same dog that terrorized Ben Stiller in THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY. Griffin came across as very proper at first, but after a few pictures he loosened up and we laughed nonstop. He is alert and well educated, and the apartment was filled with paintings and books. Griffin has a dry sense of humor, and he's so smart you can't resist him. As for the dog, he's pure muscle."
The blurb in the right clipping reads: "If I knew that, l'd fall in love over and over again. Hearts aren't supposed to be mended. If you fall in love and it doesn't work out, you get a broken heart. What comes out of that will make you a better lover and partner the next time."
I've seen the latter quote attributed to Dunne across the Internet numerous times, but this was the first time I was able to attribute it to a substantial source.
Another oddity is that no photographer(s) are attributed to either picture.
I will edit this caption the minute I get more information.
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