Review reply to the person I can't mail: Anon - Thank you muchly! I love it when Annie and Abed play together- especially when one of them is acting as someone else. haha

Also thank you thank you thank you for those of you putting this story on alert. It gives me warm fuzzies.

A/N: Again a majority of Abed's lines in this chapter are actually said in the Star Wars movies (at least for the first half of the chapter), but it's all in good fun and with no copyright infringement intended. Don't sue me, I could barely pay for college.

Chapter 4: Convention Mayhem

They bobbed and weaved past a Legend of Korra cosplay group, Troy snapping a quick picture of them as he ran by, followed a couple seconds later by a small, persistent herd of photographers. So far, no serious casualties took place— they almost lost Troy Skywalker when someone asked for his picture and his picture alone and he had been so flattered he actually stopped, but Annie grabbed his hand and yanked him to safety. Other than that, the going was good and they were making good time. They ducked behind a shelf full of free leaflets no one wanted to catch their breath. Abed dropped Annie's hand in favor of holding his blaster with both hands.

"We're going to get pulverized if we stay out here much longer." Annie Organa said through short rapid breaths. She smiled pridefully and added, "That was a direct quote from Star Wars episode five."

Troy smiled proudly at her. "Go Annie!"

Abed Solo made a brief glance behind the shelf before returning to hiding with them. He shook his head, giving each of them a serious look and causing his roommates to sober quickly. "I don't know how we're going to get out of this one. I say we continue making a run for it but it's going to be close." He looked at Troy. "Luke?"

Troy peeked from behind the shelf himself before turning quickly back to his friends. His hands were on his hips as he mirrored Abed's grave expression. "Are you kidding? At the rate they're gaining?" He looked at Annie and whispered, "Star Wars episode four: A New Hope."

Annie did an excited silent clap of approval.

Troy grinned before schooling his face into serious again. "I think we'll have to pose for a couple pictures to keep them satisfied before we sprint the last couple steps and the flight of stairs leading to the panel."

Abed Solo chanced another look behind the shelf. "Traveling through hyperspace ain't like dusting crops, farm boy. Without precise calculations we could fly right through a star or bounce too close to a supernova, and that'd end your trip real quick, wouldn't it?"

Troy looked down at the ground meaningfully. "Huh. I never thought of that."

"Um," Annie said, tapping both Troy and Abed on their arms quickly. "We've been spotted from behind."

Abed and Troy just had enough time to turn around before a cute boy that must have been barely 10 years old wearing a Star Wars shirt approached them with a digital camera at the ready. "Can I take a picture of you guys?"

"Awe," Annie said, "Of course you ca—"

"Luke, stop her."

"Awe, but Han, look it 'im! He's so cute!" Troy said, his voice set in a falsetto that almost matched Annie's octave. Abed gave him a look of disapproval and Troy cleared his throat. "Um, what I meant to say is let's grill something, grow a beard, play football and use some power tools." Troy sniffed and then spit on the ground for good measure.

Annie made a sound of offense and disgust. "Ew! Troy! That's gross," she turned to the boy, "We'd love to pose for you."

"Thank you. You're the prettiest Leia ever."

"Awwwe." she looked at Abed and Troy as if to say 'Did you hear that? He is so precious!' She immediately warmed to him. "Come on guys, just one picture for him."

"All right, all right." Abed Solo said, conceding, his hands and gun raised as if in surrender. Troy pulled out his lightsaber to pose. Annie leaned close to Abed, her hand pressed upon his chest in classic damsel posing while Abed put an arm around her waist, his other hand holding his gun cooly toward the camera.

The boy's camera flashed.

It took all of two seconds.

Suddenly there were flashes all around them, popping in blinding snaps of light. The small herd of photographers that had been pursuing them had finally caught up, and as if their camera flashes were some kind of mating call, attendees from every walk of the convention seemed to convene in a claustrophobic wall of flickering light.

"Oh my God, what happened!" Troy shrieked, his emotions spiking to acute fear. "Did I black out or something?"

Annie mirrored his distress. "They came out of nowhere! Abed, do something!"

Abed Solo shielded his eyes with his gun his other arm still around Annie. "Look, I had everything under control until you led us down here!"

"It's just a couple pictures and then we could bolt to the panel!" Annie lied, trying to smooth over the blame, "It could be worse!"

Just then a camera crew and a reporter shouldered their way through the crowd, bee-lining toward them with the clear intention of a live interview.

"It's worse." Abed Solo deadpanned.

"My eyes!" Troy howled, "They burn!"

A/N: Significantly shorter chapter, but I was having trouble finding good "breaks" for chapters. haha