Title: HSU Let the Light Shine In
Author: Kendra
Rating: JASITHWDBTBT (Just a silly idea that hit while driving by the beach today)
Archive: okay
Note: This was quickly typed in tonight before I got too busy and also before I forgot the smattering of ideas. Just a quick fic, nothing wild or major. A day in the life of HSU really.
Timeline: After Darry's fic

~~*~~

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Han muttered before whistling lowly.

Logan stepped forward, with a rake of his claws swiped the blinds in two at the front of Ellie's vet clinic to peer towards the lake as well.

"Did you have to do that?" The smuggler asked, shaking his head while the mutant just scowled.

"What do you think is going on?"

Han stopped staring at Logan and glanced back outside once more. "I don't know, but it can't be good. You saw what those bothersome fountains did to the Nurse's car last week, didn't you?"

Logan grinned, then quickly scowled upon remembering the incident more clearly when the Nurse, just having returned from a harrowing visit with her family-not to mention traveling with Dor, Xani and Pelham, had first spotted her newly refurbished car sitting atop a jet of water. "Yeah, it wasn't pretty. Felt sorry for Tara, almost felt sorry for Kendra…almost," he gruffly agreed as they watched the General's secretary trudge through the sand by the lake while taking measurements.

"Well, word is, the Nurse is still out for blood since the car seemed to sustain a few new dents and pings and…what the hell is she doing?"

~~*~~

"Kendra, love, have you seen my subscription notice to 'Jedi Life'?" The General asked, flipping through his stack of mail while walking into his secretary's office.

Receiving no answer, not looking up, he tried again. "Blahst, I could have sworn it was in…"

That's when he realized he was talking to nothing but the Water Ho's empty chair. Cocking his head slightly in bewilderment, he glanced about the office then walked to the hallway peering about the corridor and coming up empty.

"Hmm, that's odd. She was just here," the General mused, suddenly sensing her and feeling the slight disturbance in the Force but choosing to shake it off, turning back around to look for his subscription notice.

~~*~~

Emmy leaned back in her GDC, hands resting casually behind her head while listening to the sounds of bells and buzzers going off outside. Nothing unusual, it had been like this for the past few weeks since the unfortunate pyramid/casino incident and there was nowhere to put the plethora of slot machines and game tables. So, they now resided outside on the front lawn.

"Could be worse," she whispered to herself, closing her eyes while being lulled to sleep by the shouts of joy as Ellie won another dollar after spending a thousand.

*Thunk*

The Diva's eyes opened wide and she sat upright in her beloved chair, her eyes narrowing upon the arrow protruding from the soft-just right-perfectly broken in, leather.

'Save the Elves' a sticky note attached to the offending item read.

"Somebody will pay!" Emmy bellowed as the entire county heard her war cry. Forget the note, somebody obviously had it in for her Galactic Domination Chair, that's all she noticed.

~~*~~

Qui-Gon hit the volume button on the TV remote once again as Dande scurried about the den vacuuming.

Only a Jedi's reflexes saved him from going tumbling backwards out of his recliner when the Wench used her mighty cleaning skills of strength and tipped the intruding chair up to vacuum underneath the thing, never noticing her husband's disgruntled growl over the offending machine's roar.

Once Dande set the recliner back down, the Mastah gave her his best put-upon look but only huffed when it also went unnoticed. Oh, how the Jedi Master hated spring-cleaning in the cottage.

There was only one thing to do-maybe two. First, escape this trap of cleansing oils, disinfectants, polish, and dust traps. Second, look into that automatic vacuum they'd been advertising in between innings of baseball…the 'super sucker-upper' or some such nonsense he rumbled, shouting to his wife that he was going for a walk.

Dande not honestly hearing him as she spotted a smudge on her newly polished end-table, tossing the vacuum nozzle to the floor, she broke out the can of polish and what looked to be one of the Mastah's old tunics-or what was left of one. Or so he thought as he quickly retreated.

Yes, he truly disliked spring-cleaning. A man surely wasn't safe in his own home during that time of year.

~~*~~

Later that night:

"A little to the left…yes, the left. No, now the right…yes, I know what I just said, just do it. Nah, left, left! Your other left!" Kendra shouted, watching her project come to life.

~~*~~

Lucius stood in the shadow of the Admin building watching the goings on at the lake, his cane gracing the leather of his gloved hand with the slightest of sounds as he tapped a rhythm to the thoughts in his head.

"Daft Muggles," he remarked, looking down his nose before venturing off to DQ for a late evening chat of galactic domination with Palpatine over a Blizzard.

~~*~~

Laure leaned back in the tub and moaned lowly as the General, sitting in the tub across from her, held her foot in his hands while massaging it slowly.

"This is so nice," the mediator sighed, blissfully content as the Jedi gave her a very sultry wink. "Nothing could spoil the mood."

At that remark, the General thought better than to disagree, and once again ignored the quiver in the Force. Therefore, he didn't say a word, only nodded his head but the furrow between his brow made its appearance for that brief moment before being brushed aside.

That is…

~~*~~

Xani sat before his Sims game loving that the Do-gooder had single handedly mutilated the entire block of his neighborhood-okay, so Xani upgraded the thing a little. "Told you there was a little darkside in that annoying Jedi," he grunted, leaning back in the computer chair while Dor sat in the floor behind him, Band-Aid covered fingers, whittling away at making her own wand.

Pelham was-okay, nobody was quite sure where he was, but he was about. It was then, a bright, very, very, bright light swept into the library from the open balcony, blinding all inside.

"Bloody hell, it's a raid!" Xani shouted at the top of his lungs, diving to the nearest window, sailing through the glass hoping to get to safety.

Dor, ever vigilant and engrossed in her wand making heard the commotion and finally looked up to see her black-clad hubby's butt before it disappeared from the library window. "Damnit, Xani, we do have doors," the librarian huffed, fumbling around for her shades before the light quickly passed by once more.

In her momentary blindness, and before the horribly bright light came round again, she managed to trip over the desk, sending Xani's computer crashing to the floor. Dor wasn't quite sure if the scream she heard right then was Xani hitting ground, or the fact that she'd wiped out all his hard work on his mutated Sims game.

"Wonder if this light will cause me to freckle?" Dor worried, stumbling about the room as it was once again bathed in darkness but she still wore her shades while searching for the industrial strength sunscreen.

~~*~~

"Bloody hell," the General exclaimed, hurriedly standing up from the bubble bath he was sharing with Laure, the blinding light stopping briefly to shine brightly off his wet body, bubbles slowly trailing down his skin making the mediator catch her breath.

~~*~~

Cic sat up in bed and began to scramble from beneath the covers, hurriedly getting dressed as Darry groaned and remained flopped upon her pillows, peeking carefully from beneath the sleeping mask she wore over her eyes.

"Now what?" The Nurse grumbled, as another hour of rest was interrupted. After all, it usually took a good month to recover from the annual family visit. "Did you tell my mother we were really coming back here and not moving to the Arctic as I told her?"

Cic bowed his head, his hair hiding his eyes. "I couldn't help it. Yew know how your mother can be…I panicked," he replied, watching his wife throw the covers over her head to block out the offending light that seemed to be flashing across their bedroom every few seconds.

"Yew don't think that's her do yew?" The servant asked a little alarmed, referring to the bright light shining into their bedroom.

"Nah, she'd not announce herself, just walk right in. Probably nothing but another invasion or such. Come back to bed," Darry ordered as Cic held his hand before his face to block out the searing strobe as he momentarily debated the situation before slipping back into bed.

Better to miss one little invasion than to have his wife upset with him.

~~*~~

"What the…? What's happening?" Judy demanded, noticing the light that flooded her pub every few moments.

"No idea," Tara answered, downing another margarita while sulking. "You sure nobody's turned in a pair of diamond earrings?"

Judy stopped mid step as she went to pick up her trusty bat. "Huh? This might be an invasion from those little weasels at Wanker and you're worried about lost earrings? Oh right…sorry, momentarily got caught up in battle lust…yeah, diamonds…nope nobody has turned any in here."

"Damn, they went so well with my wetsuit," Tara mumbled, shoving her empty glass across the bar for another refill. "They were my favorite pair too. Just the right amount of twinkle when you moved and swam in the things."

"Yeah, here, have another margarita. I'll be right back, don't want to miss the…somebody turn the radio up and see what Aragorn reports!" Judy shouted above the noise of excited miners and such as the thoughts of an invasion fluttered through their heads.

~~*~~

"Orcs! Fell, bloody Orcs! Only they could conjure the bright light that is assaulting us at this very minute!" Aragorn nearly shouted with glee as he reached for sword and bow while speaking into the microphone.

Just then he turned to Legolas and winced. The Elf was trussed up in a light blue velvet school boy's outfit with breeches that came down to his knees and white socks to the cuffs. Then to add insult to injury, he was adorned with a plethora of silk, pastel ribbons-he was a walking Elven May Pole.

"Do not say a word…'tis the work of Saruman's evil minion…dude," the Elf replied, his eyes narrowing to slits.

Aragorn eyed the Elf up and down, then shook his head. "The one with the deadly shoes…Aye, I've seen her power, I agree. Let us go kill Orcs and forget this great…injustice."

Legolas sighed heavily, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar that was left over from his deliveries. "Cool," the Elf agreed, reaching for his bow and then following the Ranger outside.

~~*~~

Ellie ran about her beloved slot machines in a panic. She'd spend days outside protecting her lot and now the time had arrived, the cops or the mob or some sort of unscrupulous groups were trying to move in on her fun.

Sirens blared, lights flashed, and one extremely bright light kept passing across the front lawn blinding the Ho who was beyond exhausted from days and days of watching little bars and cherries go round and round.

This was it; she'd defend her slot rights if it were the last thing she did as she stumbled tiredly to the edge of the forest to gather her Ewok troops. For the battle of her slot machines was surely about to begin.

"Should we go help her?" Han quizzed from a distance as he and Logan stood side by side watching all the action on campus.

"Probably," Logan agreed, taking a long swig of beer from the bottle.

Neither moved, just nodded their agreement. "Ellie really hasn't a clue what she's doing, does she?"

"Nope," the mutant remarked, nodding his head as Ellie and her Ewok troops headed back to the slots.

"Think the little furballs will soon start playing the slots too?" Han asked with a shudder.

"Yep," Logan answered as Ellie and the Ewoks took up positions at the front gate and near her slot machines in hopes of keeping these slot stealers away-too bad the Ho was so tired that she couldn't recognize the sirens and the flashing red lights were her winnings.

~~*~~

Kendra smiled proudly while looking up and up and up at her newest acquisition. "Perfect!" She gleamed, shooing the workers away, watching the light, go round and round and round.

The General stopped, hand grasping the towel around his waist as he first glanced at the Water Ho and then to the red and white striped, full-sized, working lighthouse that now stood proudly in the sand along the lake.

"You like?" Kendra grinned excitedly before glancing to her watch. "Is it time for our swim?" She asked, slightly confused as to the General strolling about wrapped in a towel with bubble remnants gliding seductively down his bare chest.

"Love, when? Where? Do you realize how distracting…" Obi-Wan began as Laure, wrapped in her robe came charging up.

"You! You are so going to pay for this interruption," Laure threatened, momentarily stumbling as a beam of light blinded her.

"Sorry, sheesh, so it needs a little adjusting…" the Water Ho snapped.

"Adjusting, I'll give you adjusting," Emmy exclaimed, taking off a clunky shoe and throwing it towards the light. But even the Diva's great clunky shoe powers could not reach the top of the massive lighthouse.

"Hey, watch it!" Kendra grumped, stomping a bare foot. "It took the workers all evening to hoist this thing in place. Besides, you don't know how tough it was to find the perfect lighthouse."

The General sighed lowly as he spotted Qui-Gon standing a safe distance away, smiling at the situation. "Kendra, love, where did the lighthouse come from?" He hesitantly asked.

Kendra glanced to the sand, then to her prize. "Somewhere. Besides, it's not like they'll ever miss the thing."

"That's it, it's coming down!" Emmy exclaimed before the General grabbed her by the arms to hold her back so she wouldn't hurt herself trying to push it over in her haste. But right about then the Gen's towel slipped dangerously low, revealing a bit of lovely backside and all Ho's stopped what they were doing and ogled.

"Okay, what has my padawan done now?" Judy demanded, walking up, swinging her bat. "I was all ready for some good head bashing…I've got a new bat to break in after all and…Oh, I see," the bartender commented, her eyes going straight to Obi-Wan's ass.

~~*~~

"What do you think the odds are?" Logan asked, motioning his nearly empty beer bottle towards the lighthouse.

"To what? The lighthouse coming down? Or the first landing of planes being lead here by the light?" Han grinned mischievously.

Logan nodded his head. "Both."

"Pretty good odds if you ask me," Han smiled with mischief. "Best head to the pub and get our bets down first thing." With that, both mutant and smuggler toasted beer and ale bottles and then downed the remains of their drinks.