Greetings and Salutations.  Sorry this took so long. I lost the file, and its taken me this long to rewrite what I lost. This chapter, Joyce finds a job and receives a lesson in love.

Janelle walked down the street, her goal simple; find a job. It sounded easy enough, but, as Janelle had found, easier said than done. Even with the identity Master Windu had created for her, she was still having trouble finding something. She was either overqualified or underqualified, too old or too young. It was starting to grate on her, but she kept her composure.

She was about to give up for the day when something caught her eye. There was a sign on the window of a martial arts dojo. Wanted: qualified instructor. Apply within. Perfect, Janelle thought, reaching for her resume. Just what I was looking for. She walked into the dojo and was greeted with a rather frightening sight.

Several men were accosting one man.

"I don't think you understand your situation." One of them said. "We told you to back your bags and get out. Instead we find you advertising for more help. Now, what would you do in our position?" The man stood there defiant, dropping into some kind of fighting stance. Janelle moved over to a rack of practice weapons. There was no need to reveal herself just yet, she thought, grabbing a wooden sword. "So, you're going to be all macho, huh? Maybe you need a more…hands on lesson." The group moved towards him.

"That's quite enough of that." Janelle said. "Leave now. I don't want to hurt you." The men turned to her. She lifted the practice sword in front of her.

"I don't think that's gonna be to much of a problem, babe." One of them said with a dirty grin. Janelle stared at him.

"Babe?" Janelle said dangerously. "I was going to give you another chance to leave, but I see that is a waste of both of our time." Before the gang could do anything, Janelle charged, sword out. She beaned the first guy she got to, knocking him unconscious. She was quickly surrounded, but that didn't bother her. In truth, she enjoyed the work out. She created a Force dome, sending the gang flying back. Now she could concentrate on the leader.

She turned towards him, practice sword ready. He pulled a gun out of his jacket. "You're gonna pay for that." Janelle leapt over to him, kicking his gun from his hand. She stepped back, watching as the man got to his feet.

"Now, I'll say it again. Leave." She got the feeling of movement behind her she turned and saw the original victim standing over the still forms of two of the creeps.

"You won't get away with this." The guy said, as he left, his gang not far behind him.

"They always say that." The man said. "I'm Jim by the way."

"Ja…Joyce." Janelle said, almost forgetting to use her new name.

"Well, Jajoyce, could I interest you in a job?"

"Hey Joyce, wait up." Hank Summers ran after her. The girl was the dream of every guy on campus. Sure she could be a bit serious sometimes, but he had no problem with that. He admired her, and her focus. He also loved her with all he was worth. "What's up?" Joyce continued to walk, ignoring Hank's attempts at conversation. "All right, silent treatment. What'd I do this time?" Joyce stopped, looking at him through the corner of her eye.

"It's more what you said." She answered. Hank gave her a confused look. "'I give it three weeks before I nail her'. Remember now?" She continued to walk, trying hard not to show her tears. Damn and she though he really liked her. Now she knew why Jedi distanced themselves from these sorts of relationships. "I thought you were my friend, Hank. Now I know all you were after was a bed warmer. Well, I'm not interested. Go try one of the campus sluts." Steady Janelle, she thought to herself. You don't have to go that far.

"Joyce wait. What are you talking about?" Hank continued to follow her. "I don't know what you're talking about. I never said that. Joyce," He grabbed her arm, forcing her to face him. "I would never do anything to hurt you. I don't know where you heard that…"

"You mean you didn't tell that idiot Rory that?" Joyce said angrily. "Yeah, he told me all about. I don't believe I thought you actually liked me." She stormed off angrily. Hank stood there stunned. He clenched his fist angrily.

"I don't know what Rory's playing at but when I get my hands on him…" He muttered angrily, taking off after Joyce. No way was he going to let her get away.

"Joyce, hold on. Will you listen to me for one second." Joyce turned around.

"One second."

"I never said any of that. I don't know what Rory was talking about you have to believe me. I…" He stopped a moment. "I love you." Joyce looked at him, shocked.

"You…" Hank nodded.

"Guess I should have said something sooner, huh?" He said. Joyce looked at her feet. "Joyce…would you like to go to a movie with me this weekend?" Joyce thought a moment.

"Well, I have an assignment I have to do, but I suppose I can find some time to fit you in." She said, smiling shyly. Hank grinned.

"Great. I'll see you then." He said, walking off. Joyce watched him for a minute, a smile playing on her face. He loved her. Thank the Force, he felt the same way she did. She turned, heading to her dorm. I'm not letting him go. Not for anything.

A bit short, I know. But, hey I needed to get it up. Next up: Spike!

Stay Tuned.

Doc.