Title: HSU - All She Wants Is
Author: Emmy
Rating: MMS (More Mary Sue)
Timeline: After 'Tour of Duty'

"Mmmm," Emmy sighed as she slowly awoke from a very pleasant sleep, snuggling back into the warmth of the General's body.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he replied softly, wrapping his leg around her and kissing the back of her head.

"Morning," Emmy said, stretching her arms forward and dropping her hand over the side of the bed, waiting for that cold nose to say hello.

Emmy moved her hand a little lower, reaching down into thin air. Feeling nothing, she opened her eyes and leaned forward against the General's embrace. Then she gasped and sat up, quickly searching the room.

"What is it?" the General asked.

"My baby. Where's my baby??"

The General chuckled quietly. "You really have become attached to that little creature."

Emmy turned her head to look at him. "Where's my baby??"

"It's alright," he said. "I was going to take him out earlier before you awoke. I ran into Dorotea, and she was showing that new librarian chap around campus, so she offered to take Lasher with them."

"Dorotea was awake early in the morning?" Emmy asked. And then she quickly added, "And you let her take my baby?"

The General shook his head and pulled Emmy back down to the bed. "He'll be fine, silly girl. Dorotea loves animals, even if she doesn't love you."

Emmy popped her head up to glare at the grinning General. "Hey!" she chided as he laughed and pulled her in close. "Why do you tease me?"

"Because it's fun," the General said, stroking her hair. "But," he said, suddenly rolling her on to her back and holding her hands above her head. "I can think of better ways to tease you for fun," he purred, leaning down and kissing her neck.

"You know what I wanna do?" Emmy said.

"Hmm?" the General replied against her skin.

"Go dancing."

The General paused and then slowly lifted his head, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Pahdon me?"

"Dancing," Emmy said. "I want to go dancing."

"Uhhhh....."

"Something fun.....oooohh, like swing dancing," Emmy said excitedly.

"Uhhhh....."

Emmy pouted. "What's wrong with dancing??"

The General cleared his throat. "Well, there's nothing *wrong* with it, per se."

"So? What's the problem?"

"Well, I.....um....."

"What?"

"It's just not something I am keen to do," he replied.

"But I wanna go dancing!"

"You know," the General said, his brain suffering morning fog, "Qui-Gon enjoys it quite a.....um.....never mind," he corrected in response to the look on Emmy's face.

Emmy continued to pout. "My necklace was destroyed, the interior of my car is ruined and the top is still broken, my baby is missing, and all I want to do is go dancing."

The General buried his face in Emmy's neck and squeezed her tightly as he rolled to his side. "Love, I just....I'd do anything for you...."

"Except go dancing."

The General sighed.

"Alright, alright," Emmy conceded.

"I promise to make it up to you in any other fashion."

"*Any* other fashion?" Emmy said.

"Well, I can't sing for you either," he said.

"Geez, some Gene Kelly you are," Emmy said.

"And please don't try to feed me broccoli," he added.

"Shut up," Emmy finally laughed, playfully slapping his chest as he flipped her on her back again.

"But I am happy to provide anything else for your pleasure and happiness," he leered.

~*~

"I'm bored."

Jerome sighed and tilted his head to the side as he gazed at Emmy. "Let's go dancing," he said dryly before sipping his drink.

"This is so not fair," Emmy said, pulling Lasher into her lap.

"Love, he'll get black hair all over my furniture."

"Oh, it's not like you'll ever use your furniture," Emmy said.

Jerome placed his drink in the stylish cupholder and wheeled himself toward the lounging Diva. "Come on, let's go out. I'll take you to dinner."

Emmy sighed and said quietly, "I wish you could walk."

Jerome took her hand in his. "Sorry."

Emmy looked at him for several moments. And then a smile spread across her face.

~*~

"Where are we?" Jerome asked as Emmy jumped out of Darry's BMW and pulled his wheelchair out of the back.

"This," Emmy said as Jerome moved into the chair, "is HSU."

Startled, Jerome quickly looked up at her. "You're joking."

"Look," Emmy said, pointing toward the rugby pitch where Gladiators showed off for a few spectator Ho's as two tigers chased Cal.

"Well, I'll be damned," Jerome said. "I never thought I'd see this place."

"You were never here, got it?" Emmy said, as she hurriedly pushed him forward.

"Of course," he muttered.

Emmy zoomed Jerome around the back of the building in order to avoid the stairs. Since it was Laure's golf day, she knew the General wouldn't be around, but the fewer people who saw Jerome, the better.

"Hey, Em, what are you doing?" Dorotea asked as she and Giles had tea out on the patio, surprised to see the Diva blow her cover.

"Volunteering for Special Olympics. What does it look like I'm doing?" Emmy snapped as she pushed Jerome through the back door as Lasher got his leash tangled in the wheels.

"I told you he would do that," Jerome grumbled, wheeling back and forth to free the leash.

"Oh hush," Emmy said, yanking it out of the spokes.

~*~

"Okay, now try that again," Darry said, handing Cic a new bottle of chocolate syrup. "Remember, 'i' before 'e' except after 'c'."

"Right," Cic said. "Unless a long 'a' like 'neighbor' and 'weigh'."

"Very good," Darry said.

And then there was a very loud banging on the door.

"Dammit, Cal!" Darry yelled, not moving from the exam table. "I left bandaids out in the hall!"

"I'm NOT Cal, and I'm having an emergency!" Emmy yelled back.

"Shit," Darry said.

"Doesn't she always have emergencies?" Cic asked, pouting as Darry pulled on her scrubs.

"Well yes, but they're not usually medical emergencies," Darry groused as she walked to the door. "You'd better be really damn injured, Diva," she said as she opened the door and then jumped out of the way as Emmy quickly pushed Jerome through.

"Darry, Jerome. Jerome, Darry. Now listen, this is--"

"Hello there," Darry said with a smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Jerome said. "I've heard a lot about you."

"And I you," Darry said. "Well, one thing anyway."

"Hello!" Emmy huffed. "I'm talking here."

"Yes, she was talking," Cicero said.

"Thank you," Emmy said.

"Alright, what's your problem this time?" Darry said. "Knee abrasions? What?"

"You gotta fix his legs."

"What?!" Jerome said, having not been told the purpose of this visit.

Darry shrugged. "Sure, no problem."

"Now wait one bloody minute," Jerome said as Emmy wheeled him forward.

"Don't worry," Emmy said. "Darry can fix anything."

"It's true," Darry said, pulling the roll of paper to cover the chocolate on the exam table.

Jerome turned to look at Emmy. "Did it never occur to you to discuss this with me before submitting me to your friend for major surgery."

"Oh, there's no surgery involved," Emmy said.

"Again," Jerome said, "did it occur to you to discuss this with me first?"

Emmy folded her arms and looked at him.

"No, of course it didn't," he said.

"It's really quite thoughtful of her,," Darry said. "You don't know her well enough to realize what a gesture this is."

"Yeah, what she said," Emmy said. "I've thought about it a lot, and I decided that I want to go dancing. And you seem like you'd be really good at it."

"Cic, help me lift him on the table," Darry said.

"You still haven't told me what you're going to do," Jerome said as he settled on the table on his stomach. "And I'm really not very keen on OOWWW!!"

Darry blew on her fingers as they crackled with residual purple lightning.

"What the hell did you do?" Jerome demanded. "That hurt."

"Sorry," Darry said. "Now sit up."

Jerome sighed. "I can't sit up."

"Sure you can," Darry said, helping him to roll over and upright himself. She tapped his knees, and his reflexes responded good as new.

Jerome's mouth dropped open, and he slid off the table.

"Careful," Darry said, grabbing his arm as he hesitantly stood on his feet. "You haven't used these for a while."

"I....I.....I can't believe this," Jerome responded with shocked amazement.

"Told you I could fix anything," Darry said.

"Right on," Emmy said as Jerome slowly walked around the room with Darry and Cic's help. She walked over to Jerome and put her arms around his waist. Looking up at him and smiling she said, "I can go dancing!"

~*~

Emmy parked Darry's BMW in the garage early the next morning, wearing a happy grin from spending the night with a man with fully functional legs.

"C'mon, Lasher," she cooed, the pup scrambling out of the car.

"I was wondering where you were off to."

Emmy spun around to find the General standing just outside the garage. "I....uh.... Lasher loves the park at the lake in town. We like to go out there early in the mornings."

"Sounds like fun," the General said. "I'd like to go with you sometime."

Emmy smiled. "Uh-huh."

"I bought you a present," he said.

Emmy smiled even bigger. "For me?"

"Yes, for you," he said.

"Where is it?" she asked, hurrying toward him.

"You drove right past it," he said, looking over his shoulder.

Emmy leaned to the side and then scurried forward with Lasher at her heels. "A Four Runner! A green Four Runner!"

"Yes," the General said. "I know it's not a Mercedes, but I figured now that you had Lasher and with winter approaching--"

"The four-by-four Limited Edition?"

The General smiled. "Yes."

"V six?"

"Yes."

"CD player with trunk mount?"

"Of course."

"Leather interior?"

"And a cargo liner for Lasher," he said.

"I love you!" Emmy exclaimed, jumping up and into his arms.

"But you loved me before this, right?" he asked.

"Well sure," Emmy said.

The General rolled his eyes and laughed. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Well," Emmy said, a smile spreading across her face. "It is a four-by-four."

"That it is."

"I say we go off-road and get terribly lost."

"Brilliant idea," the General said, opening the back and lifting Lasher inside. Then he walked to the passenger door and opened it for Emmy.

Emmy smiled and sauntered forward. Then she grabbed the keys out of his hand. "Mine," she said, turning on her heel and walking toward the driver's side.

The General looked back at Lasher, who was peeking up over the backseat. "Hang on back there. This could get treacherous."

Lasher barked.

"Ah yes. Thank you for reminding me," the General said, quickly grabbing the seat belt and buckling himself in, tightening the belt as much as he could.

"Ready?" Emmy said, climbing into the driver's seat.

"As we'll evah be."