While Jess's look of pure shock my have been a horrid enough sight for our poor general Grievous, upon whom she was currently and suddenly draped across; but to another bystander from the corner, this was a far more awful scene.

Behold, as the Mary Sue wormhole had appeared unexpected, fate in the universe kept on rolling. Jedi Skywalker and Kenobi had just entered the corridor, in search of the captive Chancellor. They had kept quiet, watching, observing the scene. That is, they were quiet until they watched this odd human girl appear out of nowhere and seem to be rather infatuated with a certain General.

"But I'm the one the fan girls want," Anakin called out in a whine, standing up from their hiding place on the balcony above the scene. In horror, Kenobi looked up at him and hissed for him to be silent. Then, thinking better of it, he also stood.

"And if it's not Anakin the fan girls are after, it is most certainly me," He said, make a face of pure angst. "Gets 'em every time," he murmured under his breath.

The handsome two Jedi had most certainly dealt with their own fair share of pesky fan girls, popping out of nowhere. So many times, and each time the girl made them fall in love. It got tiring after a while, but they weren't about to be outdone by someone like Grievous.

Then, from out of the shadows stalked an older gentleman, donning a black cape and thick white beard.

"And if it's not them, at least it should be me." Dooku said in a deep voice. "There must be some mistake here," he finished looking unsure for once.

All eyes were on Jess, still clutching the General's neck in her outstretched arms. Realizing she was still in this position, she dropped her hands hurriedly.

"Well?" Anakin asked expectantly. "I will forgive your error if you start screaming my name now," He smiled arrogantly in that manner that most girls thought just made him so much more appealing. In response to this, Obi-wan elbowed him in the ribs.

"There…ummm…isn't any mistake." She stuttered as they all stared, even grievous stared at her with his beady eyes. "I wanted to meet General Grievous, not any of you lot." She said with a tinge of annoyance.

They all looked at her with a mixture of hurt and plain disbelief.

"Not that I didn't want to meet you all," She added hurriedly, trying to save herself. "It's just; I had my eye on Grievous in particular…"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kenobi shudder. Jess decided to ignore that.

Up until this point, the General had remained silent. Perhaps it was from shock, as this had never happened before. Perhaps it was anger; he did have a large scale military operation that was going on, as well as a hostage to keep.

Anakin wasn't ready to accept Jess's answer just yet either. "But, why?" He cried in disbelief. He ran his fingers through his tangled sandy locks. "I'm the hott evil one!" He pouted.

"Evil?" Obi-wan questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Anakin's face flushed. "Never mind," he muttered.

Jess just shook her head, watching them interact. She, unlike them, knew exactly what was coming. Maybe she should've warned them, but her thoughts were interrupted by an idea of sheer lunacy.

She turned back to Grievous, who still stood there staring at her.

"I want you to come home with me!" She declared. "If I am the Mary Sue of this story, which I do believe I am, I can make anything I want happen." With that, she grabbed one of Grievous's bone-like hands.

"What I want…" her voice going shrill and high, trembling with the fabulous magnitude of her idea.

"Yes?" Grievous questioned, speaking for the first time.

"I want to go to prom with you!" She declared.

With that, the Mary Sue portal knew what to do. They disappeared in a flash of blue light.

"Honestly, I cannot believe it." Anakin declared.

"Get over it, boy," Dooku called from below.

Remembering they were actually in the middle of rescuing the chancellor, the two Jedi leaped into action, as if nothing had happened.

Another day, another Mary Sue.

Life goes on.

While a normal wormhole, or plotline, may have a problem jumping from September to the sudden season of a certain popular high school formal, or more commonly known as prom season; the grand and infamous Mary Sue wormhole has no such qualms about time travel.

This is how, when the wormhole returned our zany heroine and her unfortunate love to planet earth, nothing seemed unusual about them appearing in the middle of a dance floor, and properly clad as well.

Jess let out an involuntary squeal of delight.

Let the games begin.