Notes: I don't own Harry Potter, Star Wars, or Ewan, though I wish I owned the first two. Ya can't own people, after all. I do, however, wish I had Ewan's autograph!! Ah... *purr*



This is a really random fic about three girls getting sucked into the Star Wars galaxy... and then some! Expect a lot of crazy Ewan-related crossovers.



"London... ah... you gotta love it here," commented a rather tall teenaged girl as she and her friends walked down a street in the aforementioned city. "Cold, cloudy, windy... and full of castles!"

"Cold and cloudy is exactly what I don't like about it," chattered one of her friends, a girl who looked about one year younger than the tall girl (who, for the sake of not being confused, we'll call Meg). This shorter girl (not Meg) was not called Celeb, but we're using that name anyway to protect identities.

"Castles are historic, though. Besides, Harry Potter was invented here," the third girl, shorter than the other two but the same age as Meg, stated. She was code-named Adnap.

"My point exactly," Meg said primly. "You know who else lives here?"

"Oh no... here we go again," Celeb muttered.

"The Queen of England, that's who!"

Celeb rolled her eyes. "We know what you were gonna say, Meg."

"What?"

"That hunka-hunka burnin' love, Ewan McGregor."

"Actually, he lives in Scotland," Meg corrected. "That's north of here."

"We know!" Adnap shouted. "I'm getting cold. Let's go get some food."

"I vote we get fish-n-chips," Celeb said.

"I vote we get anything but kidneys or liver," Meg said.

"McDonalds is always a safe choice," Adnap ventured.

"Yeah! Micky-D's! I love their food!" Meg exclaimed. Passers-by stared at her, and she turned to them, irritated. "What, never seen a hungry Californian before??" At this, the passers-by walked a little faster to evade the crazy girl. "Now, let's go get some chow."

The three girls walked into the McDonalds and stared unhappily at the long lines. "We'll never get our food," Celeb sighed. "And I'm hungry!"

"We know!" Adnap said.

"Why do you keep saying that?"

"Because I do know."

"...Oh."

The three starving, Californian teenagers stood in line, ignoring the unfriendly stares of equally hungry Brits who resented the teenagers shoving them around in their attempt to get food faster. Adnap looked up at the menu board, and a confused look crossed her face. "What's a Royal?" she asked.

"It's a quarter-pounder. My uncle and I used to have this joke whenever we came into McDonalds. Care to hear?" Meg asked.

"No!" the angry crowd shouted.

"Too bad!" Meg shrieked. "We used to say that an American walks into a McDonalds in England and asks for a Quarter-Pounder. They look at him funny and tell him that he's not in a bank. Hahaha! Not in a bank! Get it?"

The crowd couldn't tolerate anymore. With angry shouts they flung the three Californian teenagers out into the streets.

"That wasn't very nice," Celeb grumbled. "What did you have to tell that joke for, Meg?"

But Meg wasn't listening. She was staring in awe down the street. Walking casually across the brick-lined zebra crossing was a man she had never, ever expected to see in real life.

"Ewan!!!" she squealed, and she took off down the street after him. Her friends reluctantly followed. When the good-lookin' Scottish actor heard the squeal he turned, his eyes grew wide with horror, and he took off running, cursing under his breath. The fangirls were everywhere. They were inescapable.

Now, our dear friend McGregor was in very good shape, and he could run pretty darned fast. However, Meg was spurred on by the energies of rabid fangirls. She quickly caught up with him and managed to catch hold of his shoelace.

"Ewan!" she squealed again, bouncing up and down like a maniac. "You're my favorite actor ever! I've seen a ton of your movies! You're so great! I love you! You sing so well! You're the best Jedi! Will you sign my shirt???"

Though he was terrified, Ewan was pretty impressed that this rabid fan had managed to catch him, and that she had squealed her entire declaration of fanship for him without taking a breath. He decided to sign something for her - maybe she would go away.

"Sure. Do you have a pen?" he asked.

Meg purred at the sound of his loverly Scottish accent. "Yes! I do! Wait... no!! I left it in the hotel room!! Aaaaaaaaa!!!" she turned to her friends, who had just caught up with her and were quite out of breath. "Do you have a pen??" she asked desperately. They both shook their heads no. "NO! I must get an autograph!!"

Blade was causing quite a scene, and Ewan was getting nervous. She might attract more fangirls, and then he would be in real trouble. Suddenly something even more ominous happened. Meg grabbed him around the wrist in a grip of steel and began dragging him down the street.

"Let go! Where are you taking me?" he demanded, struggling to break her grip.

"A stationary shop! I need a pen!" Meg shrieked fanatically. Ewan prayed that there was a stationary shop somewhere nearby. She was cutting of the circulation in his wrists.

"Ah! Here!" she squealed, dragging him through the doorway of a small store. The owner looked up, disturbed.

"May I help you?" she asked.

"Yes! Get her off me!" Ewan shouted, clinging to the doorframe.

Meg, however, had already found a pen. It was a Star Wars one with C3P0 on top. "Here! Sign me!!" she squealed.

Ewan was about to do just that, hoping she would leave him alone afterwards, when a huge swirling whirlpool opened up in the floor, sucking the rabid fangirl and her friends in!

"...that was the strangest thing that's happened to me all week," he muttered, massaging his aching wrist.

"Will you sign my sleeve?" the store owner asked.



Next Time: What was that whirlpool? Will Meg ever get her signature? What about the C3P0 pen? I'll only continue this if I get enough reviews...