Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters in this fic-whoever wrote Galaxy Quest does. I WISH I did-it would give me the chance to meet Alan Rickman-but unfortunately I don't. So here you go my loyal fans and reviewers!!!

OOH! And if you are Alan Rickman, email me!!

~Fic Starts Here~

They were at another one of those bloody Quest Fairs. If Alexander Dane heard "Grabthar's Hammer" line one more time, he would slap the person who said it. Maybe if he concentrated on signing these bloody photos he wouldn't hear it. He raised his permanent marker to sign yet another picture when-

A very feminine hand with long fingers and perfectly manicured red nails slid over the photograph he was about to sign. . . along with a piece of paper. His eyes traveled up the hand, to the wrist, to the arm, to the elbow, to the shoulder, to the face of an amazingly attractive Asian woman (an: AAH! ANOTHER ASIAN WOMAN!!! THEY'RE TAKING OVER ALAN RICKMAN!! No seriously, I DID imagine this one as Asian. I don't think she could be any other way). She had the beautiful, almond shaped eyes, and long, thick, shiny black hair that was falling softly to the middle of her back. A strand was hanging right in her face, and Alex had a strong urge to tuck it behind her ear.

"Here's my name, number, and address. Give me yours and we'll call it a bargain."

She had a bloody British accent. God, why did he go for women who reminded him of home? He just stared at her, not fully comprehending what she had said. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that, please?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "This is my name, number, and address. Give me yours and we can call it a bargain. God, I thought you, of all people, would actually understand what I say. You're a bloody Brit."

Oh. Well. THAT was what she meant. Bloody hell she was hot. "Uh sure." He grabbed a photo of himself and scribbled his number and address on the back. "Just don't post it all over the internet. I don't want random people calling me and telling me about Grabthar's Hammer."

She rolled her eyes. "Right. I'm not a loser. But call me. . . Alexander Dane." She strolled away, casually holding the photo.

Alex finally realized what she was wearing. A black, leather miniskirt with a one-shoulder, one-sleeved, red, flowing shirt. By God, she was damn sexy if any person deserved that description.

Tawny Madison scowled at her retreating back. What a slut. Just wanting to fuck a famous guy. Well, she had a claim on Alex and she knew that he had probably scrawled a fake address and phone number. He wasn't that stupid. "Talk about sluts, Alex. So, whose address did you REALLY put?"

"Um, mine."

"WHAT?"

"Why shouldn't I? A damn sexy woman asked for my address, for God's sake. Why shouldn't I give my real one?"

"ALEX. She just wants to fuck you."

"And?"

"AND I WON'T ALLOW IT."

"Tawny, dear, since when did you become my mum?"

"ARGH!! Alex, I don't want you dating her."

"Why not?"

"WHY NOT INDEED!! Why else besides the fact that WE are together?"

"We are? Since when?"

She stared at him, aghast. Did he really not think that they had no sort of romantic connection at all? How utterly and completely unreceptive of him! "Since the beginning of the SHOW Alex!"

"Oh really? Well, lets just end it here, shall we?" He strolled away from the table, carefully avoiding any people with rubber heads. He glanced down at the sheet of paper in his hand.

Kara Chun

858-9121

6 Hollywood Boulevard, Chance Place

Suite #7

His eyes widened. KARA?

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AN: haha! I'll leave you in suspense for now!!! Go ALAN RICKMAN!!!!