Title: HSU: When Trees Attack
Author: Julia
Rating: S&S (Snow and silliness)
Archive: please :)
Follows: "Over the River and Through the Woods"
Warning: written fast, no beta...

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"Yeb, dose." Emmy gave a particularly pathetic sniffle as the General bent to pick up the requested box of SOFT tissues.

Damn. Fine ass *this* close...and she couldn't breathe without wheezing, or sneezing, or coughing.

Couldn't do a damn thing about pouncing on him.

He was all covered up anyways. "Whad are you doinb?"

"Getting your kleenex." Obi-Wan sat and handed her the box with a sympathetic smile. He tucked the cozy blanket in around her a bit more and leaned over to kiss her forehead. "I'm going outside for a bit to enjoy the snow."

"Sure." Emmy resolutely watched the movie. Steadfastly ignoring him.

"I'll be back later to see how you are."

"Fineb." Attitude was not easy when one's nose was clogged, however she wasn't the Alpha Ho for nothing. She sneezed violently into a kleenex, then waved her hand around. "Whadeber."

Obi-Wan backed off as she waved the wet kleenex and stood. "Stay warm." With a last pat to her slippered feet, he beat a hasty retreat.

Emmy sighed and fast-forwarded to the good stuff.

"DON'T call me Junior!"

Lovely. One with a to-die-for Voice, the other with a nice...bullwhip. This would do nicely.

For now.

~*~

"There he is."

"Shhh!"

Numerous stealthy figures in snowsuits stalked sneakily after the swaggering man.

Target acquired.

Dead in sights.

Obi-Wan Kenobi stopped as the Force nudged him, warning him that something Dire was about to befall him. He wasn't a General for nothing, after all.

Quiet woods surrounded him.

Snow falling quietly, drifting down gently.

Well, the Force had been known to be wrong before. It had told Qui-Gon to let that Gungan tag along with them.

Yes, the Force must definitely be Off a bit today.

Satisfied with his conclusion, Obi-Wan turned around and stopped dead.

Qui-Gon stood blocking the path, a roguish grin on his face, blue eyes glinting with ...could it be...mischief??

Surely not!

The Force had deceived him and now his Mahstah was grinning at him like an Imp?

Obi-Wan Kenobi had a bad feeling about this.

"FIRE!"

A barrage of snowballs pelted towards the General as his Grrls popped up from their hiding places.

He threw up his hands, Force pushing most of them aside, redirecting them back to their launchees.

Shrieks filled the air as Grrls met with cold snow.

"SPOOOOOOOOON!!!!!"

The unusual battle cry caught his attention in the insanity. Obi-Wan whirled in time to see Julia and Sere charging pell-mell towards him.

He took a step back, intending to dodge...

One must watch trees when one is in snow country. Trees are known to attack the unwary. Trees can be vicious that way. Especially around Christmas time when they suspect they might become victims of the axe.

Obi-Wan was the victim of such an attack -- with a little Force assistance from his former Master.

"PPPFFFFWOOOMPF!"

Layers of snow pounced on the General, leaping from their perches on the tree's boughs to cover him until he looked like a snow statue.

Then the new Rugby pair hit.

"OOF!"

Took him to the ground, showing no mercy. Didn't matter that he didn't have the Rugby ball. One must practice when the opportunity presents itself.

For their efforts they received a glittering Look, from a pair of intensely blue-green eyes.

A Look that promised retribution.

Soon.

Now even, perhaps.

"Ruh roah?" Sere cocked her head at her sister.

Julia just nodded, scrambled to her feet and started running.

"RETREAT!!" The pair scrambled for the Best Possible Place to Hide.

Behind Da Mahstah.