Title: Bohemian Rhapsody

Author: Turkeys R Sexy

Chapter: Intro and Disclaimer

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Star Wars and everything involved with it is the proporty of George Lucas.

AN: Hello All! This is my first story ever! I feel a bit..well scared about making a story all on my own (I would prefer to have an co-writer, but alas, I don't have one). If anyone would like to offer to be a beta, I would love you and give you cookies. te he

Also, thank you very much Karen, my beloved beta. You rock girl ;-)

Summery: Four complete strangers get sucked into the world of Star Wars on a trival trip to the Museum of History. Unknown to them all though, they find that they, in one way or another, have an connection to each other. Will they find there way back home? Or will they have to spend the rest of their life in a galexy far far away?

Intro:

Xandrea O'Conner ran through the halls of her high school like she was being chased by a savage dog. Well, she kind of was, actually. She was being chased by the Principal. He had thought up the crazy idea that she, Alexandrea Molly O'Conner, put paint above his door.

"I didn't do it Principal Dunsten!" she yelled back as she continued to run. She was getting a little tired, to tell the truth. Xandrea didn't know how long she could last. 'Maybe I should just give up,' she thought. 'I just made the situation worse by running. I mean, he might believe me when I tell him who actually did it.' While she was thinking, she looked back at the fuming principal, running after her. As he was still running after her, she could tell that he was beginning to tire. His entire body was beginning to look as red as the paint that he was wearing. She rolled her eyes and said aloud, "Yeah right! Like he would believe that his beloved niece did it."

For some reason, Mindy Dunsten hated Xandrea. She never understood exactly why, but ever since she moved to St. Louis, the older girl had had it in for her. During the first day of school, Mindy and her gang had waltzed over to her at lunch; sarcastic smiles pasted on their faces. She remarked in the most snobby way imaginable, "Be prepared for a living hell, new girl." Then, walked away, leaving Xandrea behind her, stunned, hurt, and a little hungry.

Being too caught up in her memories, Xandrea didn't notice that she was running right towards the buses to the senior field trip to the History Museum. 'What the hell,' she thought 'I'm in enough trouble as it is. I might as well get a free field trip out of it.' So, she turned around to make sure that her principal wouldn't see her, and she ran on one of the buses.

She sat as far away as from the teachers as possible, just to be sure, and Xandrea slipped to the back of the bus. "Now I know what it feels like to be a racehorse." she muttered to herself, sinking down in the chair and relaxing.

Twenty-one year old Remy Roux was angry. No worst than angry, he was furious! This was turning out to be the worst day of his young life. First, his alarm clock went off to early, making him get up at midnight. Then, after realizing work didn't start for another seven hours (he found this out by finding that when he drove to work, nobody was there), he went back home, got undressed and went back to sleep. Before he had fallen asleep though, he had forgotten to set his alarm. So, instead of being uberly early for work, he was uberly late. Actually about six hours late to be exact. So, after Remy discovered this, he hurriedly got dressed, and drove off to work. Once he arrived though, he found his employer waiting for him. After about an hour of yelling, he fired him. You would think the bad would end here, but no, there is more.

After Remy got fired, he looked at his watch, realizing that while his ex-boss was yelling at him, his girlfriend, whom was trying to get back in her good graces, was sitting alone, at the History Museum. So, off in a hurry he went again. Unfourtunalty for him though, half way to the museum (which was about two miles away from his work) his beloved car broke down. So, finding that he had left his cell phone at home in his haste, Remy walked a tretorus mile, on interstate 40, to get to the museum.

Twenty-five broken bottles, three dead mammals, and fourty mooners later, he was there. So, he quickly paid for his ticket and ran in, only to find that his girlfriend, Jackie Dunsten, was gone.

"Somebody up there must really hate me!", he yelled in dismay as he sat at one of the cafe's. Examining his surroundings, he noticed several teenages. He supposed they were on a field trip of some sort.

If there was one thing Paige hated about her job, it was walking entire classes through the musuem where she worked. They were always so rude! Sure, she could understand how they feel like they need to be free now that they are away from the school, but come on! Not even she was this rude, and she was pretty rude.

"Somebody up there must really hate me!", she heard someone yell. You and me both brother. Paige thought sarcastically as she ran he hand through her hair in frustration. "Ok everyone! If you will follow me through here, you will find that...", Paige said, cuting her sentance short once she steped through the doorway to the next room. What was once the entertainment section of the museum, was now a mess of paint...and..

Oh god I hope that isn't what I think it is. Paige thought as she eyed a bunch of yellow liquid on the floor.

"Ew! What is that!", a girl yelled from behind her. She didn't know what to say to the girl, since she didn't know what it was herself, so she just ignored her.

"OK..um Ok...everyone, please exit out of this area...we are expiriancing tecnical difficulties.", Paige said as she hurried the teens out. Technical difficulties? I spent way to many years in amusment parks, she thought as she called her boss on the walkie talkie all employees were required to carry.

Her boss had told her to just stay there and not to touch anything. He was going to call a private investigator to examine the crime scene.

"Another day, another crime, another really big paycheck.", twenty-six year old Jack Mars said to himself as he drove to the History Museum. He had gotten a call from the curator that somebody had jacked up the entertainment section. He personally didn't understand why anyone would want to trash a museum. Jack supposed it was just some punk kids trying to get their twenty seconds of fame.

"This is gonna be such a easy case. I should keep it going for a while though...just to make it seem like it's a big thing.", he said as he turned his car into the museum parking lot. "Hey, ya never know, I could get an exhibit named after me or something.", Jack said sarcastically as he parked in front of the building.

Jack got out of the car and started walking up the steps to the museum, when he saw a short man, probably only 5'1", run up to him. "I'm so glad you made it Inspector Mars. Thank you for hurrying.", the short, and apparently balding man, said. Jack just smiled at the man and said, "I came as fast as I got your message sir. I'm so sorry that this happened..." He's sentance never got completed. He was to busy staring at a young woman who emerged from the building.

"Mr. Simpson, I've sent the students back to school, just as you requested.", she said in the most angelic voice he ever heard. When the young woman turned to him, he shook himself out of the trance and said, "Hello, I'm Mack Jars...er I mean Jack Mars."

The young woman just smiled and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you...Mack did you say?"

Jack looked at her for a second, catching on to her game. "It's Jack actually, and you are?"

"Me? I'm outta your reach Mr. Investigatior.", she said as she turned her heel and walked back up to the museum. "I'm gonna take the rest of the day off sir! That was a rather tramatic expirence."

The curator looked at her retreating back and said, "Yes, that mess is rather disturbing isn't it?"

The young woman just turned around and smiled. "Oh no not that sir, I was refering to the fact that I just got hit on by an PI. Very tramtic.", she, laughter alit in her eyes.

Jack just stared after the woman. 'Wow...wait a second! She just...and I was...oh that's it!' He swung around and looked at the curator. "Where is that room!"