A/N I own nothing characters belong to George Lucas. I'm new to this fandom just giving this a try. Hope you enjoy!


"Mornings with Marianne and Roland" the cheery jingle rang out "six AM till noon, Monday to Friday on 42.9 FAE FM."

Sherman "Swampy" Bog had just turned on his car looking forward to a peaceful drive home from his late night shift at the radio station. It was too early for the happy couple on the rival station but his mother enjoyed listening to them. She believed they were a perfect couple that proved 'real love' still existed.

He groaned as the male half of the duo's voice came through the car speakers. Roland Fig had a sickening southern accent that twisted everything he said into something positive.

'There's an accident on the i90 but don't you worry about that we'll get you though it with this next song' or 'major construction is blocking Main Street, maybe your boss is stuck in traffic too!'

This morning Roland greeted the listeners with a grating 'morning y'all' and Bog made a fake gagging noise and reached out to turn off the stereo all together when his co-host spoke.

"Thanks for tuning in, we love spending our mornings with you!" Marianne Fay on the other hand was pleasant to listen to. Her voice didn't make him want to cut off his ears and she usually gave Roland a run for his money when debating on the topic of the day.

FAE FM was known for their compilation of new and classic pop songs and lite rock. They had no late night program to rival Bog's and most of their ratings came from the morning program.

Bog pulled the rusty old Buick out into traffic and began his drive home. He was the king of late night radio on 30.9 DARK FM. He played mostly classic rock and heavy metal. During the day Stuff and Thang played newer music under the supervision of his mother Griselda the station manager. He had never got used to the fact everyone else was just getting up to go to work when he was just getting off.

"Marianne I've got me a serious question for you this fine spring morning" Roland's voice cracked through the speakers.

"And what might that be?" she asked back, a little tense.

"Marianne, darlin', light o' my life, will you marry me?"

Bog hit the brakes a little too hard to stop himself from running into the car ahead of him. The recoil slamming him back into his seat as a high pitched squeal of surprise peaked the audio levels emitted through the tiny stereo.

"Yes of course!" Marianne gushed excitedly into her mic.

Elvis Presley's I can't help falling in love with you started to play and that was his breaking point.

Bog groaned as if in physical pain then with a quick snap of his wrist shut the radio off. He hated spring and love, but declarations of love the cheesy he thought being proposed to over the radio like that. She should have said no. If his mother had been listening he was sure she would have thought it 'cute', maybe even 'romantic.'

Traffic started moving again and he looked up as if to ask 'why me?' and saw to his displeasure a billboard for FAE FM with a giant picture of the happy couple plastered all over it. Roland with his shiny blond curls and green eyes, Bog thought he might have to pull over and be sick. In the photo Roland was twirling a stray piece of hair around his finger he and Marianne were leaning against each other's back. Marianne had short brown hair with blonde highlights that had that artificial windswept look that came from half a bottle of gel. Big bright hazel eyes, a perfect pearly white smile shone down on all of Meadow City. There would never be billboards with his face on it that's for sure.

He had an exaggeratedly pointed chin with a permanent four o'clock shadow and high sharp cheekbones. Untameable eyebrows that looked more like a pair of fuzzy caterpillars occupied part of his wide forehead and his mossy brown hair that stuck up at odd angles in the front was now flecked with grey at 36 years of age, and his skin was a pale grey colour from spending most of his time indoors. He was tall and awkward standing at just over seven feet and his arms were too long no matter how he held them. His eyes were too close together, his ears were too big, and smack dab in the middle was a large hooked nose. His teeth were crooked and a few were even chipped, his family being too poor to afford dental work when he was little. He was always surprised mirrors didn't crack when he smiled at them. It was a face only a mother could love.

He had tried online dating once a few years back but it hadn't worked out. It had been great while the two sent messages over the computer but when they finally decided to meet the woman had never shown up. Bog had picked his favourite café a small quiet place where they could talk that had a large window that looked out on a park. Bog suspected the woman must have walked by and saw him waiting inside and left. He had sent her numerous e-mails and messages but she'd never replied to any of them. With no apology and no explanation, he had simply given up on the idea of ever finding love again.

His mother a stout and stubborn woman would not give up on him that easy and often brought around new potential female hostesses to intrigue him. No Bog thought as he pulled his car into the underground parking of the apartment building where he lived with his mother, he was better off on his own. He didn't need anyone else, he didn't need love. Love was for the weak, it turned order into chaos. Besides his work schedule left little to no time for dating, he planned it that way.

Bog looked out the window of his sparse bedroom it looked like it was going to be a nice day, too bad he had to sleep. With that he shut the curtain blocking out all the light and climbed into bed falling asleep almost instantly.