Title: HSU - Possession
Author: Emmy
Rating: PG (Possessive General)
Archive: yeah
Disclaimer: I'm poor. George is rich. You do the math.
Notes: I was really trying to write a fic for my new Gladiator list, but Obi won't let me. So then this bunny hopped across my feet.

"And what would you have me do?"

"Simple. Make sure no on gets in here."

"You want that I should stand here all day and all night to guard the entrance?"

Emmy rolled her eyes.

General Maximus turned his head slightly and gave her a sideways glance.

"Get used to it," Emmy said. "If you don't think that you can handle round-the-clock surveillance, then maybe--"

"I can more than handle it," he said in a rather deep and rough voice.

Emmy smiled. "That's what I thought," she replied in her best sultry Ho voice.

~*~

"Uh-oh."

"What is it?"

"Look."

Shana stepped to the window where Caeryn was. "Uh-oh is right," Shana said, looking down to the lawn below. "Although, it's probably a good thing."

"For her it is," Caeryn said, watching the General watch Emmy from a far enough distance to inhibit hearing her conversation with that Other General.

"Well, maybe," Shana said, biting her lip as the General crossed his arms and shifted his hips to the side. "Jealous General can mean one of two things. A shag-a-thon to show Emmy the error of her ways...."

"Or he'll crack and lock us up again," Caeryn said with a rather worried tone as she turned quickly from the window to hurry back to her office in order to back up every single last one of her files.

~*~

"Well, if it isn't the princess," Xanatos said, suddenly slinking out of the bushes to tweak the teardrops on Emmy's tiara.

"Bite me," Emmy growled, marching back to the admin building from the mine. She had already done her best to take the long way around to avoid the General and now this.

"Like I said, that can be arranged," he said, running his fingers through his hair to push it out of his face.

"Go to hell," Emmy snapped, still walking quickly from him.

"Sorry," Xanatos said, shadowing Emmy to the building. "Been there. Done that."

Emmy suddenly turned around, jabbing her finger into Xanatos' chest. "Darry's in the clinic. If you don't get the hell out of my space and go there now, I'll kick your ass and put you there," she growled.

Xanatos leaned forward with a leer on his face. "I'm intrigued," he purred.

Emmy gulped as Xanatos' heat filled her senses. This was bad. Didn't the General know he wasn't supposed to cancel appointments?

"Hey! Diva!" yelled Darry out of nowhere. "You want me to pass that OG on to the next Ho on the waiting list?"

Emmy glanced to the side, not willing to concede her final stand to Xanatos, and saw Darry walking toward them. "He started it," Emmy said, placing her hand on his chest and shoving him back.

Darry stopped, put her hand on her hips, and raised an eyebrow. "Now why doesn't that surprise me?"

Xanatos gave Darry a steady and shameless expression.

"Work shed. Now." Darry said, walking quickly in that direction.

"Darry," Emmy said. "General is out back with the devil spawn. He's libel to see you once you clear the admin building."

Darry turned around and sighed. "I am getting rid of that kid," she said, walking back toward Emmy and Xanatos. "Clinic. Now." she said as she passed them and headed back toward the admin building.

"Later, Princess," Xanatos said as he sauntered away.

Emmy growled and turned with a huff, not quite sure where she was going but certain that she had to get away from the admin building until Xanatos was well out of kicking range. Her eyes darted back toward the mine entrance. "What the?" Emmy squinted. That was Max alright, dutifully guarding the entrance. But there was a woman talking to him. With so many new freshman, Emmy couldn't immediately discern who it was. But then the woman shook her head, and the Diva saw the sparkling glimmer of diamond earrings. "WENCH!" she yelled as she marched toward the mine.

~*~

"Oh, that must have hurt," Dande cooed, lightly brushing her soft fingertips over the scar on Max's arm. "Oh," she said again as she slyly wrapped her hand around his biceps and felt the muscles flex beneath her fingers. She then looked up at him with big, soft eyes. "You must be exhausted after such a long journey."

"Dead woman in the pool," Emmy said, her sudden appearance startling Dande. "Need I say more?"

Dande turned to find the Alpha Ho glaring at her.

"A dead woman?" Max asked with great concern. "In the pool? Where?"

"Code talk between the Wench and I. Just go back to your guarding thing, alright?" Emmy said before turning her gaze back to Dande.

Dande brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. She had thought that someone had tinkered with her hairspray when she had used it that morning. Now she knew for sure. But being a Wench, she needed to be careful and subtle about investigating this atrocity. "Emmy, it was only an application for an External Flirtation."

"Bat those lashes at someone else's backup man, Wench." Emmy felt the slightest twinge of worry as she saw Dande's eyes glance slightly beyond where Emmy was standing.

"Oh, Obi-Wan. How nice to see you," Dande said sweetly.

"Oh crap," Emmy mumbled under her breath.

"Dande," the General said with a nod of his head.

"Well, I'll be on my way now," Dande said with one last bat of her eyelashes to Max.

Emmy looked at a spot on the 'No Trespassing' sign that hung just above Max's shoulder.

"Emmy," the General said, stepping up next to her. "Would you care to introduce me to your...friend?"

Emmy shifted her feet slightly as a light breeze carried the General's very appealing scent to her. "Um, this is Max," she said without looking at the General. "He's our new chief of security." She took a deep breath and then faced him, lightening her tone. "He's a general, too. I'm sure you two will get along great," Emmy said, turning quickly in an attempt to escape.

"Not so fast," the General said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back into him to halt her retreat.

Emmy savored the heat of his body against hers for a moment before breaking free and spinning around to face him. "What do you think you're doing?"

The General smirked and slid his hand down her back, pulling her to him again, his face only a few inches from hers. Then he pivoted slightly and began walking forwards, forcing her to step back until the outer wall of the scaffolding surrounding the mine stopped their movement. Emmy glanced to the side to see Max sideways glancing back. Then she gasped as the General pressed her against the wall with his body.

Emmy gulped a few more times, trapped against the wall by the General who would always have this ridiculous, inexplicable hold on her heart and her desire, while her backup man looked on cautiously. It was an interesting predicament, to say the least.

And then she looked up into the General's eyes. It was all over from there. "Max," she said, her voice a bit shaky.

"Yes?" he said, stepping forward slightly.

"Go help Jael study," Emmy said, unable to shift her eyes from the General's. "Please."

The General smiled as Max walked away. "He's rather obedient."

"Oh, no," Emmy said. "He just really likes Jael."

"You like to bait me, don't you?" the General said, moving forward to lightly tug on her earlobe with his teeth.

"You're just discovering this?" Emmy gasped.

The General grasped at her hips as he lifted his head, brushing his lips against hers. "You shouldn't tease me by trying to make me jealous."

"I didn't try," Emmy whispered, barely nipping at his lower lip. "I just did. And it serves you right for neglecting us."

"Well, I guess I'd better make it up to all of you," he drawled.

"Me first?" Emmy said, smiling as she bit her bottom lip.

"It appears that way," he said softly, leaning down and sliding his lips across hers.

Emmy sighed happily as he began to sink into the kiss, one hand still pressing against her hip while the other gently slid through her hair, his body slowing grinding against--

"Master! Master!"

The General quickly stepped away from Emmy, tugging at the hem of his tunic, having ditched the black attire two days prior. "Anakin, what it is?"

"Master! Artoo had a message! It was from--"

"Alright, you little shit!" Emmy yelled yanking her tiara off her head. "I've had just about enough of you frackin' up our lives here!"

"Emmy," the General said, "just calm down."

"Don't you tell me to calm down," she seethed. "How many appointments are you going to cancel before you finally figure this out?"

"I'm sorry," he said. "I understand your frustration, but I have a duty to Anakin."

"And what do you think we are?" Emmy charged. "Wenches? You think we're gonna wait 'til your done with this devil spawn and then fawn all over you?"

"Just listen to me," the General said, placing his hands on her shoulders in the same patronizing fashion she'd seen him do with Anakin. "I will tend to Anakin right now. Once he and I are done, then you and I can finish what we started."

"Think again, Jedi Man," Emmy snapped, pushing his hands off her shoulders and walking away from him and Boy Wonder.

"Emmy, please," the General said with much exasperation.

Emmy turned on her heel to face him. "Listen. We all know that this boy belongs at Wanker. Until you figure that out, you can forget this idea about putting us all on the back burner until the overgrown ankle biter gets his shit together," Emmy said, thwapping Anakin on the back of the head in the hope that the façade would be shaken.

"Ow," Anakin whined, rubbing the back of his head.

Her hope suddenly dashed, Emmy turned back around and left the General standing there with his cry baby apprentice.

~*~

"We have to get rid of him. I'm not above homicide."

"You'll get no argument from me," Diebin said as she and Emmy hunched over her desk while Normal Al played his accordion quietly, for once, in the corner. "But since he isn't really a he and is just some mamby pamby wannabe Sith, how do we get rid of him/her/it?"

"Well, I don't know," Emmy said. "There must be somebody who knows how to get rid of wannabe Siths. I mean--" Emmy stopped as a crash emanated from the clinic next door.

Diebin groaned and rubbed her eyes. "They've been going at it forever."

"How the hell does she get away with that?" Emmy asked. "Right next door to his office, no less."

"As you will notice," Diebin said, "he hasn't been in his office."

Emmy sighed. Then Diebin sighed. Then a very annoying, rhythmic banging commenced against the shared wall between Diebin's office and the clinic.

Emmy jumped out of her chair. "Would you two please SHUT UP!" she yelled, banging her fist against the wall.

"Don't worry, Princess," a muffled, strained voice sounded through the wall. "I'll swing by to bite you after...OOOWW!"

Diebin suddenly cackled. "Woo, she got him good that time."

"That is the LAST time he's calling me 'Princess'," Emmy growled, turning quickly and exiting Diebin's office.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Diebin pulled a small tiara out of her desk drawer and plunked it on her head.

~*~

Tom Servo yelped, ruining his move on Tomb Raider, as the office door crashed wide open.

"I am not a princess," Emmy said, pointing at him before walking to her desk.

"Uh...." He looked over at Emmy who was uttering several muttered curses as she tried to recall the combination to her wall safe. "Don't think anybody is going to mistake you for one."

"Shut up," Emmy said, pulling the tiara off her head and chucking it into the safe.

Tom watched her for several moments, waiting for the spell to break, for the Diva to fall back into flannel-jammie-Pooh-Bear mode now that the tiara was locked away.

"What are you lookin' at?" Emmy groused as she walked back to her desk.

"Nothing," Tom said, turning his attentions back to his computer screen. Then he glanced at Emmy again.

"What?" Emmy asked, getting annoyed quickly with his shifty behavior.

"They say the tiara is the source of all Diva power," Tom said.

"Well, 'they' are full of shit," Emmy said. "I'm no wannabe Diva. When 'they' start trying to pilfer my mine and distract the General from his obligations to his Ho's, we'll see who's tough enough."

"Oh," Tom said, turning back to his more important game.

"And you know who's tough enough?" Emmy said with much attitude.

"Uh. You?" Tom asked disinterestedly.

"Damn right it's me." Emmy tapped her pen against the desk for several moments. Then she sniffled. "Damn right." Then her lip quivered. "He's not even wearing black anymore," she mumbled.

"Mmm-hmm," Tom responded.

Emmy glared at the indifferent Bot. Then she picked up her phone, pressed the page button, and said quietly but loud enough for it to effectively echo through every staff member's office, "He's not even wearing black anymore."

The End