Title: HSU: Strange Days (1/1)
By: Judy
Time: Following In and Out, Paradise Lost (sorta), Good Morning Sunshine and
Plausible Deniability (whew!) Lots goin' on here!
Rating: VSI (Very Strange Indeed)
Disclaimer: George owns the General. We own ourselves, etc. etc.
Archive: Please, Darry!
Feedback: Always welcome!
Notes: This hit me as I was getting dressed today. I'm late as it is (going to Louisville to see Fantasia2000 today!). Had to write it up!

The day was becoming very strange. There was an electricity in the air. The vague sense that *something* was going to happen.

Then came the live feed from the University. BAM! Went Ban. CRASH! Went Tasha. THUMP! Went Judy. In turn any Ho who happened to be near Julia's video equipment at that precise moment, immediately swooned to the floor. Which meant Dande went unaffected. Smiling prettily and batting her eyelashes at Steve, she went back to fixing his seven-course breakfast.

Then Emmy walked in, toweling her hair. "What happened?" Dande explained about the General's performance.

"Did anybody hit record?"

"Don't look at me," Dande blinked. "I don't know how to use those silly things."

"Well, shit. I might be mad as hell at him, but that doesn't mean I don't want to ogle him anymore. Dammit, why does this sort of thing always happen to me? I'm the SupahDiva, for crying out loud."

With that, Emmy stepped over the fallen Ho's and strode into the living room carrying an entire box of Fruit Loops. Only to encounter more fallen Ho's.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

She heard mumbling coming from under a desk. "Who's there...?"

"General...but not...long hair...general...but...glitter..."

Emmy peeked under. It was Caeryn, tightly grasping poor Paddington, who was glad he was wearing his rain gear and red Wellies. She kept mumbling phrases about the General, but not? This didn't make any sense.

"Caeryn, are you okay?"

Caeryn gazed up at Emmy with glazed-over eyes. "General, but not...he's here. I see him," she whispered harshly, almost as good at the kid in The Sixth Sense.

"It's okay, Caeryn. Last night was wild." At that last word, Caeryn shrieked and clutched Paddington again. Scrambling out from under the desk, she darted off shouting, "That's it! Shana!! Where is he?"

Emmy stood there dumbfounded. Whatever.

"I'm going back to bed and start over. Maybe I'll catch that live feed that way. This is too much to handle this early in the morning."

******

Then came the word about Diebin. The house was in an uproar. Apparently the poor Ho had decided she needed to repent and had left to join a convent.

Darry had convened a war council and was in the process of setting up a commando unit.

"We'll need someone to reconnoiter the area, then.."

"Hey," interjected Judy. Darry glared at the interruption. "How about using Zorro to get in? He does that sort of thing all the time. Use the church as sanctuary and all. He'd have free run of the place. Well at least that's the way it works in that Disney show."

"But Diebin doesn't care for the way he uses his sword," Tasha remarked. "She might not leave with him. Besides he dresses all in black. It might remind her of the General."

"Good point. Any other ideas?"

"If we could get back to planning the..." Darry began only to be interrupted again by Shana.

"What about Indy?" She nodded at the other room where the guys were watching SportsChannel.

"What about him?" Darry sighed. She was the supreme commander here. This was not supposed to be happening.

"Well, he's very good at breaking into places."

"But he always gets shot at," said Judy.

"It's a convent," said Tasha.

"What's going on?" said Emmy, who had come in midway through this conversation.

"Shana suggested Indy to get Diebin out," said Judy.

"Out of where?"

"ENOUGH!" Darry bellowed. "I've got this all under control. Here's my plan."

"For what??" Emmy gritted the question out.

All the Ho's looked at her. Then Darry looked back at her plan schematics. "Okay, here's what we're going to do..."

Just then, the doors to the house banged open.

"Where is he? Where that low-down, no-good, half-witted, scruffy-looking...There you are...you..you...NERF-HERDER!"

"LEIA!" came a strangled cry from the living room. The Ho's rushed out to see Han in a deathgrip by a small, dark-haired woman.

"You said you were only going out for a carton of milk and would be *right back!*

"Told you she's a Ho," smirked Emmy as the other Grrls looked on in appreciation.

Darry was watching the scene with annoyance. Her plan was being ignored. She felt a tap on her shoulder and whirled around, "What?"

"Federal Agent." A badged flashed in her face. "Where's Mulder?"

--The End...hee, hee