HSU: He's No David
Rating: SJ for Silly Jael
Author: Space Dog
Archive: GG
Summary: Well the Art class now knows the General is missing

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Jael stared at her morning class. Her morning class stared back. The General was supposed tohave been here fifteen minutes ago. Today was the first day of "Appreciation of the Human Body/Drawing 101" and the General was their model. Or he was supposed to be their model.

"I'm sure he'll be here soon girls. Really, just.. um... sharpen your pencils again or something." Jael forced a weak smile and then fidgeted her way to the door. "I knew this was going to be a disaster," she whispered to Space Dog. "Go find the General..." "Ruff." "No, not Him, THE the General. You know black pants, FM boots, lightsaber. Don't come back here without him."

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Five minutes later: Jael paced back and forth outside the classroom in the abandoned hallway. Her heart lept when she heard Space Dog's familiar footsteps, followed by... by. Wait. That was not the General. Black pants-- check. Lightsaber-- check. Long black hair and a scar--

"Xanatos? What are you doing here? Where is the General?"

"How should I know, sweetheart? Lassie here said you needed a naked man with a lightsaber. Well? What do you say?"

"I don't even think so," then to Space Dog, "I want the General. Here. Now. Find HIM!"

* * * Three minutes later:

"Yes girls, and the amazing thing *about* pencil sharpeners is that--" Jael paused mid-sentance, as all eyes turned to the opening door. Black boots-- check. Lightsaber-- check. Padawan braid-- check. He had one of those again, but why was it held on with rubber cement? "Cal?" asked Jael. Resigning herself to the fact that the General was not coming, and she had a class to teach, she cringed and handed him the bath robe.

* * * Two minutes later:

A black bath robe hit the floor and the model sat on the stool. Cal looked around, expecting to see a room full of girls ready to draw him in all his glory... instead he found only Vocab Man sweeping up pencil shavings.

"Grrr."

"Laugh it up..." Cal said, a tear rolling down his cheek as he picked up the Robe and ran to the garage.

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"Dear Diebin,

Today was a disaster. Xani ran his hand up my shirt, Cal took off all of his clothes, and the General stood me up. He's never stood me up before. Space Dog looked all over Campus and couldn't find him anywhere. Emmy seems to be missing too. Not only that, but Max told me he would have to cut back on our lessons because his men needed some training. He even moved back to his tent. Therefore I've decided to go to that Xena Sword Camp I was telling you about before you left. If you need me I'll leave my address with Deb. Hope all is going well...

love, Jael your General-less Twin"

Jael dropped the HSU postcard in the mail, and hoped it would reach Diebin. Wherever she was.

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"I have a bad feeling about this," said Jael as she approached the library door.

Space dog growled.

"Yes, I know Darry told me he was the best one to help me shop for my leather outfit for camp... but Xani? Really? Ok. Here goes nothing." Jael pushed open the door and stepped inside...

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