Title: HSU: An Accordian, You Say? (1/1)
Author: Brenda (Padawan Ho)
Timeline: After Catsuits & Tiara's & The Case of the General's Wench (sorta HSU)
Rating: PG (Poor General)
Summary: A little General misery.
Archive: Yes, please; if it's formatted correctly. I tried, really!!
Disclaimer: I own me, George will own the General in a couple of years & everybody else owns themselves. No beta, all mistakes are mine own. It's 3:00 a.m., hope this is at least semi-coherent :-)

Emmy's Padawan ho was bored. Here she was, stuck working in the Library while HSU went on full-steam without her. There was a stranger than usual) man playing an accordian down by the Rose Garden; Emmy and Diebin were in the middle of an all-out war; and Dorotea, Librarian Extraordinaire, was missing. At least Dande wasn't in labor right now, that would have definitely been the icing on the cake since Nurse Darry was still on vacation with the guy who's name Brenda had been ordered not to say or even think on pain of death. And when Diebin threatened death, she meant it. Sighing, she flipped another page, then looked up as she heard the Library door opening. Her uninterested glance sharpened when a certain black-clad General stepped in, accompanied by the missing librarian. An extremely relaxed, slightly rumpled and positively sated-looking librarian.

Brenda gathered her books together and stuffed them into her backpack, trying to ignore how the General wrapped his arms around Dorotea as soon as she settled into her chair at the check-out desk. "Geeze, get a room." she muttered, then raised her voice to an audible level. "I'm leaving now!" Dorotea lifted a hand off the General's shoulder and waggled her fingers in the padawan ho's direction.

Taking that as an acknowledgment, Brenda shouldered her backpack and left, carefully locking the library door behind her. Not that they'd notice. She sighed deeply then let out her breath, blowing her bangs up off her forehead. "I've been around Dande too much lately," Brenda muttered as she felt herself sigh deeply again.

"Excuse me, but do you still have access to the Medical facility here on campus?"

Brenda eeped and swung around to find the General standing right behind her. Emmy's emergency ho training stood her in good stead and she quickly regained her equilibrium.

"Yes, sir. Cal and I are covering the clinic while Nurse Darry is...away."

"Good." Taking her arm in a firm grip, he hustled her along the hallway towards the clinic.

During the short trip, she focused on not tripping over her feet; being careful not to think about the warmth of the hand holding her arm, the shiny black boots clicking against the marble tiles, the shaggy hair still mussed from his interlude with Doro...whoa, better not go there! "Um, is something wrong?" she finally asked.

Finding they were at the Medical Wing,he released her arm and sagged back against the wall, rubbing his fingers roughly against his eyes. "I have a headache." "But, you're a Jedi, can't you just whammy a headache?" While she was speaking, the padawan ho was sorting through her 2" high stack of keycards. Choosing one, she unlocked the door to the Clinic, flicked on the lights and dropped her backpack and keys on a nearby guerney. "So, how bad is your headache?"

The General's flinch as the fluorescent lighting popped on answered that question. Showing an atypical Jedi intolerance to pain, he staggered over to Nurse Darry's desk and slumped down into the burgundy leather chair, another gift from HSU's benefactor to the Nurse. "Normally, I would 'mind whammy' it away, but unfortunately those Ysalamiri Worms Caeryn imported are still creating havoc with my force sensitivity." He groaned and let his head drop to rest on his crossed arms.

The Padawan ho used deep breathing exercises to repress her immediate swoon response until she was able to speak coherently. "Ewwww. Those worms still aren't all gone? You have to admit, though. Dorotea sure didn't look like your performance was suffering."

He perked up at that memory. "Ahhh. That was a bright spot in this dismal day." His slight smile faded. "Between Diebin and Emmy's erratic behavior which caused them to be incarcerated, the grapes and bootlicking debaucle which I'm not certain I even understand, and my certainty that forever more my nightmares will have accordians playing 'My Heart Will Go On,' I am finding it difficult to release this much emotion into the Force. And..." he added, "I have an appointment with Emmy now and I don't want to be late." When he didn't receive any answer, he looked up at the bemused ho-in-training. "Perhaps that was too much information. Drugs please?" he reminded.

Brenda grabbed one bottle from a shelf of many and strode back to Darry's formerly immaculate desk, straightened the crystal pen-holder set and name-plate then placed two small pills on the blotter in front of him.

He frowned at them, then looked at the poor padawan ho . "What are these? Darry usually gives me some from that cabinet."

"Oh. Darry took the keys to that cabinet with her. About all Cal and I can hand out is Tylenol, Midol and Pepto Bismol."

He waved his hand in front of her. "I need those."

She blinked, then frowned. "I can't get those. I don't have the key."

"Very good, my apprentice." Emmy applauded her charge's strong will from the doorway to the clinic.

Brenda beamed at the praise, then frowned again at the General, who laid his head down again on the desk. "He's got a headache," she mouthed at the Super-Diva, then looked at her watch. "And I'm supposed to be subbing for Jaelly's geek art class next period." Shouldering her backpack, she waved at Emmy. "Master, I'm leaving him to your tender mercy. Be good."