Dorotea stomped out of the library. It was 7 am, she hadn't had any sleep, which wouldn't have been so bad, if she had been doing other things in bed but she had been listening to Logan and Pelham argue. All night.

She had thought that Logan and LP would be able to work out something, but she had forgotten how LP got delusions of being Alpha when he wasn't with Xani. She shook her head and walked right into the General.

"Just in time for our morning jog, Dorotea," he said, cheerfully jogging in place.

Dorotea scowled at him. "I am not going jogging. I'm going to buy chocolate cream donuts."

The General made a face. "No, you're not. Those are not healthy. You should have grapefruit and plain toast for breakfast."

"What?"

"Didn't you read my memo of banned foods?"

"No!"

The General looked aghast.

"No one reads your memos," Dorotea continued. "You have no power. You're a figurehead, a pretty figurehead, but a figurehead nonetheless."

Dorotea spun and stormed away, leaving the General standing alone. Let Emmy deal with that bit of damage, Dorotea thought, not thinking that she would have to deal with it eventually too. But at least she wasn't on the Board that had stripped him of his power.

"Figurehead?" The General repeated weakly.

Caeryn jogged up to the General and punched his arm. "Ready to run?" She asked enthusiastically.

"Am I nothing but a figurehead?" The General asked the Dean.

"Um, well..." the Dean answered.

The General's head dropped and he turned and walked away.

~*~

Dorotea slumped into her car and turned on her cell phone, hitting the key for the Wenchline.

"Hello," the Wench answered lyrically.

"Hey, it's Dor. How's life buzzing in the hive?"

"Beautifully, I'm just feeding grapes to my Mastah and preparing for the arrival of our child, we're trying to decide on a name--"

"Yeah, that sounds great," Dorotea interrupted, rummaging around the car for chocolate, Maker's Mark or at least some Skittles. "I have problems."

The Wench covered the mouthpiece and whispered to Qui-Gon, "It's Dor, she's having problems."

Qui-Gon rolled his eyes. "Of course, she's having problems, she's only sane when she's in the hive."

Dande nodded in agreement, then said soothingly to Dor, "Everything will work out dear...what kind of problems are you having?"

"Well, Logan keeps shredding Pelham's scrunchies and threatening to shred Pelham. Pelham doesn't think that Logan is 'stylish' and keeps putting his cigars out in his beers, which Logan does not find amusing. They fight over the remote, they fight over music, they fight about the decor. Logan pours beer into Pelham's wine, Pelham pours Logan's beer down the drain. Pelham whines that he misses Xani. I don't know what to do!"

Dande nodded as she managed to massage Qui-Gon's shoulders and hold the phone without dropping it. "Maybe you should just choose one man."

"WHAT?"

"One man. Pick one man and be happy. All these other men just stress you out."

"But if I weren't stressed, what would I do?" Dor asked, popping Skittles in her mouth.

"You could settle down and just focus on making one man happy."

Dorotea considered that. "No, I don't think so, but thanks for the advice. Give the mostly dead guy some grapes from me."

~*~

A minute after Dande realized Dorotea had hung up and not bothered to say goodbye, the Wenchline rung again.

"Hello," Dande answered lyrically again.

"Hello, Dande. It's Obi-Wan, how are you feeling?"

"Very well, thank you for asking."

"That's great. Can I speak to my Mas- I mean Qui-Gon?"

"Yes, of course," Dande answered, handing the phone to Qui-Gon and mouthing, "It's Obi-Wan."

"Yes, pada- I mean, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said.

"I'm having problems at the University. I fear I'm just a figurehead. I have no authority."

"Well," Qui-Gon said imperiously. "You have to remind them who is in charge."

"But they all know Emmy is in charge."

Qui-Gon sighed and Dande immediatelyappeared with a glass of Alderanni Wine. "This might take a while," Qui-Gon whispered to Dande.

She smiled understandingly and began to massage his feet.

~*~

Darry sat at her desk, reading Vogue, deciding what she was going to need to order for the Fall. Cic was out on the field training now that he was safe from the Librarian.

Dorotea burst into the clinic. "Dar, you have to help me!"

Darry lifted a brow. "Band-aids and Neosporin are by the door and I'm not turning off the EA alarms," she informed the Librarian. Noting the Librarian's shredded clothing she added, "And I'm not lending you any clothes."

"Logan and LP won't stop fighting."

The Nurse smirked. "What did you expect? Here have some tea," she offered, handing the Wedgewood tea cup to the Librarian.

"I don't know!" The exasperated Librarian exclaimed, gulping the tea down. "But I'm not getting any and that is just not acceptable! Can Pelham please stay here?"

The Nurse shook her head. "No way! Cic is already jealous of Xani."

At the mention of Xani, a smile spread across the Librarian's face. "Where is Xani?"

"Don't even think about it, Dor. You're in enough trouble."

"He's boinking Emmy in a closet, I'll bet."

Darry shrugged. "Whatever. Just send LP to your car."

"He hates my car."

"Tell him its your car or having to put up with Logan."

Dorotea considered that. "Good idea. Thanks. Where's Cic, I just want to look at his face..."

Darry picked up her stryafoam cups and string and tossed them at the Librarian. They floated through the air and landed a with a soft 'plop' about a foot shy of Dor's Doc Martens.

Darry cursed and bellowed, "ELLIE!"

Dorotea decided this was a good time to leave and backed out of the clinic. "Later, Nurse," she said, picking up the band-aids on her way out.

"You touch one scar on his face --"

"Yeah, like I would do a servant."

~*~

Jen knocked on the door to Cal's room. Cal answered after the shock that someone was actually knocking on his door wore off. He stood, mouth hanging to his chest that there was actually a girl there.

"Hey. I have the day off due to the fact that my Master is busy trying to keep her EA's from eliminating each other, you want to --" Jen stopped mid-sentence, looking over Cal's shoulder.

Cal swallowed nervously. "Uh, it's not what you think, I, er, uh, um, found it fair and square."

"Wait a minute!" Jen shrieked. "Does the General have your padawan outfit? No wonder he thinks he gained weight!" Without giving Cal a second thought, Jen took off running to report this to the Diva. This would solve at least one of the General's problems.

~*~

General Kenobi strode down the hall toward Emmy's office. "Be the man. Be the man." He repeated to himself.

THE END