~*~

Jen Jen sat in Kendra's office as the two chatted happily about the newest toys Jen was contemplating and discussing the excitement of the Diva's earlier "Stuckage Problem".

"Stuckage Problem?" Jen laughed. "Is that really the best term you could think of at the moment?"

"Hey! The General knows just exactly what I mean. We have this........*Mind Link* Yeah! That's it!"

Jen spewed her iced tea. "Mind Link? As in *Jedi* mind link?"

"No! Well, at least I don't think.......Hey? Do you think I'm *That* Force Sensitive?" Kendra asked in awe.

"NO!" JJ responded as she thwacked Kendra on the head with the Pink Banana catalog.

"See? I *knew* you were going to do that! I have to call Dande and tell her! This is so exciting! Crap!"

"What?"

"Dande is too nuts with Dor Whatevers to answer her phone. Check out the message;" Kendra held the cell phone up and turned up the volume.

"Hello, this is........HEY, GIVE ME SOME COFFEE NOW! YOU! BY THE POT, YES YOU. DON'T JUST STAND THERE! I SAID COFFEE! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY! I NEED - oh. Ummm, this is Dandelow. Just leavee a message, and I'll call you back soon. Buh Bye! NOW, YOU! CROW, THE COFFEE, PRONTO!"

"Ohh, that is one fracked up Wench." Jen said with a giggle. "So, Miss Force Sensitive USA, make sure to send me a post card from the Temple. Maybe one with Nekkid braids on it. Don't worry about the General. I'll help cover your open appointments!"

"What? Leave HSU? I could never! Do you think they'd send me away? Ewwwwwww! Would I have to eat in the cafeteria with Yoda?"

"Well, Duh! It's where they train Jedi.......Hello!"

"What about the Temple, Jen Jen, Deah?" Obi -Wan asked as he stepped into the outer office.

"Well, I was just saying......." Jen began, only to be shushed by the huge, sweeping arm motions Kendra was making behind his back.

"Kendra love, did you turn the fan on?" He asked, turning slowly with a cocky grin on his face.

"Ummm, no. Nuh uh. Now, I know you're a busy man, so....Can I help you with anything, General?" Kendra asked frantically. For the first time in her life, she wanted to shoo the General out the door as quickly as possible in order to swear the Power Tool Ho to secrecy. No one was sending her to the Temple and away from Obi-Wan. No sireee!

The General looked at her with a playfully suspicious stare. "Well, my my, that is most sweet of you." He grinned, watching her flutter a bit as he examined her thoughtfully. "Since you always seem to *magically* know what it 'tis I'm looking for, I wondah if you could *read my mind* and pahaahps answer my questions without my having to ahsk?

Jen Jen fell out of her chair laughing.

"You! You were Force Eavesdropping again!" Kendra accused, looking flustered.

"It's really good to be the General." He mused to himself as he teased her.

"I couldn't help it grrls." He purred. "You were both thinking rathah loudly. I especially couldn't quite understahnd the reference to the Temple, and......Nekkid Braid?" He asked with a naughty smirk. "Would you like me to braid my hair and put on my Padawan tunics for you during our next appointments?"

Jen smiled a long, slow grin. "Oh, you betcha! I have to finish my slave labor setting up for the reception, but I'll have time before the ceremony. But I'm not sure if Kendra will even be able to make it to the wedding. It seems she may be headed for Coruscant." She giggled as she left.

Kendra slumped down in her seat and crossed her arms. "Oh fine. Make fun of me too. G'head." She grumbled.

"Kendra, I don't doubt that you have a certain ability to...Anticipate... What I'm going to need at any given moment. I admire that, I adore that. That is a very important skill and asset that you bring to this office every day."

"So you mean it! I am a Jedi?" Kendra asked, all excited, thinking of how much fun she could have with a lightsaber.

"No." He responded, chuckling softly. "Now, now, I don't mean that as an insult. There are all sorts of different levels of abilities and sensitivities. If one has some, one might not have all. What I mean is......." He said softly as he brushed a lock of her hair off her forehead and stared into her eyes, "I need you most right here, with me. Aftah all, where would I be without you telling me where my glahses are when they are right on my head?"

"Awwwwwww.........." Kendra began as she leaned in to smooch the socks off the General.

Suddenly, his beeper went off loudly, startling Kendra off in mid pucker.

"Whaa?"

"Blahst! It's my remindah."

"Remindah?" Kendra asked, confused.

Obi-Wan laughed and ran his hand through Kendra's hair. "Yes, remindah. I have to get a fix on Emmy, I'm rathah afraid she's run off to that......Important Outside Conference she had.

"Oh. The Shoe Convention, right?" Kendra giggled.

"There, you see? You can read my mind."

"Ha ha. Of course she went! Duh! Here." Kendra punched the Diva's number into Obi-Wan's cell phone.

~*~

Emmy was jolted out of her shoe-endorphin rush by her cell phone going off, playing the Eighteen Twelve Overture at mega volume.

"I hate when he uses the Force to change the ring music!" She huffed. "Yeah, yeah Jedi Man, what's up?" She grumbled.

"Hello, Emmy. I've missed you. Tell me love, whah are you?"

"Ummm. Florist! Yep. I'm at the florist. Dor needed more roses at the last minute."

"Ahh, I see, and you volunteered to go. That is awfully nice of you."

"Yeah well. I'm just that way..."

"Hey lady! I have the wedge heels in black and natural, but the sandals only come in taupe." The salesman interrupted Emmy in mid fib.

"Taupe.......Roses?" The General asked. Emmy could feel is eyebrow quirking from her end of the phone. "Emmy, where are you?"

"Oh, fine! I'm at the shoe convention! Look, I had it all planned out! I would have been back in plenty of time to help...Only then I saw this pair of...."

"Emmy." The tone was a bit stern.

"What?" So was hers.

"Your good friend, *Dorotea* is getting married today and she's counting on you to be there and *where* are you?"

"Shopping" Emmy stated flatly, beginning to feel a bit guilty, but she muttered under her breath, "It's not like they're *really* going to get married."

"Ahhh, shopping. Fine, well, have a grahand time then." The General said wistfully before hanging up the line.

"Fine! I will." Emmy said defiantly as she strode off to look at the handbag displays, slowing down as she ran out of steam half way across the floor.

"Damn Ho guilt!" She muttered. "He thinks he's soooooooo sneaky playing the guilt *cahd.* Well. It just won't work!"

A few minutes later she picked up her cell phone and called for the valet to bring her car around.

"Damn Ho-Guiltichlorians! Plus, I don't want to miss the tortured look on the Greysider's face during the ceremony...not to mention grooving with Mace at the reception in my brand-new diamond accented shoes!"

~*~

As Dor shot out of the building, she was blinded by a sudden burst of bright light.

"Gotcha!" Julia said gleefully as she snapped photographs of the runaway bride.

Blinded by the flash, Dor ran smack into Qui-Gon. She quickly spun back and ran in the opposite direction, pulling off a fantastic "Running Back" dodge. She had a lot of practice evading the Big Man from her Hive days, remember.

"Wow!" Obi-Wan exclaimed. "Look at that spin away move! SHE. COULD. GO. ALL. THE. WAY!!!" He yelled playfully, imitating his favorite football commentator.

Qui-Gon shook his head and grabbed the train of Dor's dress just as Dande ran outside. "NOT TO BE TODAY!!" He answered the General in kind.

As Dor reached the end of her lacy tether, she recoiled against the resistance. QGJ swept her up under his arm in one smooth move. A move well practiced over the years Dor spent in the Hive.

"I need a bit of air. That's all. I just wanted to go for a jog," she explained as she kicked her legs against the air and looked up at Qui-Gon, "Oh! I hate it when you do that! Dande! I hate it when he does that!"

Qui shook his head, maybe Dor and Xani were meant for each other. "Puff, did you lose this?" He asked his Wench.

Dande nodded and sighed a bit tiredly. "Yes, Mastah. She's quite... tenacious."

"Yes, quite." Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan said in unison, smiling fondly at Dor.

"Dor, we need to talk. Now, are you going to come peaceful like? Or do I have to call the Jedi Law Men back in?" Dande asked with a smirk as she took Dor's arm. "Let's go stroll by the lake."

Dor put her hands up in mock surrender, sighed and went quietly with the Wench. "I'm just having a few last minute jitters. That's normal, isn't it?"

"Of course, it is, doll. It's actually the most normal thing about this wedding, but it's a little bit late to back out now. Think of all the cookies Xani would need to get over it!"

"He'd be happy if I canceled the wedding," Dor said, pouting slightly.

"Would he?" The Wench asked pointedly.

Dor scoffed. "Yes! I'm sure Qui has him stapled somewhere or he'd be long gone."

"I'm not so sure."

"Well, it was all supposed to just be a prank anyway! It just kind of spun out of control. I really don't care. I just wanted to scare him," Dor said, deciding there was no escape, so she slipped into denial. "I think I've accomplished what I set out to do. Let's go back so that Donna can finish putting my garland of roses on."

The Wench sighed. She wished her Wench sensors were working better, but in her caffeinated state she couldn't get a feeling of what Dor really wanted.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, the Wench spoke again. "Dor, relax, Xani loves you, and I'm sure he'll make a wonderful husband."

Dor looked at Dande for a long moment, trying to access if the Wench had tru
ly lost her mind. Finally, all she could do was fall on the grass, laughing.

"I mean it!" Dande insisted. "Stop laughing! And I know very well that you will be a good wife to him, Dorotea Senjak! Oh, hey? Will you be changing your name now? Will you be Dorotea Du Crion? Dor? Hon? Are you ok?"

"Wife! I never thought that far ahead to the wife part! Mrs.! I'll be a MRS! Oh, SITH! I'll be Princess Dorotea. Emmy will never let me live that down! Oh, Gods, I need my car!"

Deep in the forest, It heard. It heard the call of It's Beloved. "Again! Again I am needed by the True Love!" Roaring to life, the Car crashed it's way to the sound of the panicked voice of it's Soul Mate. "I will save You! Nothing will hurt the TrueLove!"

Dor and Dande broke out at a dead run to escape the monster machine as it tore out onto the front lawn.

The Ewoks stood in awe.

"Wubb Wubb" "The God-Car has returned!"

"Zubb Zubb!" "All Hail!"

"Lubb Lubb." "Soon the land will be ours again!

"Wacka Wacka" "I'm Fozie Bear!"

As they ran breathless across the lawn, Dande huffed, "Damn Ewoks! They are as nuts as your car, Dor!"

"Hey, my car is sweet," Dor exclaimed as they rushed toward the Admin building. It truly loves me! In an obsessed, demented, scary kinda way, but it's still true love!"