Like all school dances, they are good for two things and two things only: drama and more drama.
What certainly seemed to be developing into a serious relationship, at least in Jess's mind, this ordeal with General Grievous was not her first encounter with charming, dashing men. One of the men (for the stories sake, we shall call him a man), she was dragging behind her. The other, she was searching for with a sense of crazed, maniacal desperation. One girl can only take so much of her wildest dreams coming true before she begins to snap after all.
"Ah-ha!" She shrieked, spying the back of the tux of that coveted egotistical former love. She reached forward to spin him around; but in doing so she unfortunately had to briefly unhand Grievous for the first time. However, the poor soul she spun around was not the one she was seeking, but just another boy of similar black hair. In disappointment, she sighed.
Had she been thinking clearly, she would've realized the position she was in, being at her prom with Grievous and all. Then again, had she been thinking clearly, she would've realized Grievous should've sliced and diced her into French fry sized bits by now. This is all irrelevant, as Jess's thinking patterns were about as clear as mud.
She blindly reached behind her in search of Grievous's spindly hands of melded bone and durasteel, but she was met with only empty space and the throbbing dancers that surrounded her.
"Oh Sith!" She swore, and loudly too. She turned trying to look for her departed love. Considering the General's full height was just a smidge over seven feet, one would think he would stink out in the crowd, but alas, the brilliant and terrifying infamous General was no where to be seen. Jess's heart began to throb in her chest in panic. She immediately feared the worst, perhaps the portal has just poofed him back to the universe where he belonged. Perhaps he'd been noticed by a mob of raving fan girls, or the nerdy boys from her computer lab. They were always trying to guess which sci-fi characters would win against marvel comic characters. Perhaps something horrid had happened. Like they had used a Gary-Stu portal to bring Mystique from X-men or Lara Croft to battle her poor Grievous! The mere thought made her gasp. In fact, she gasped so hard, she choked.
Jess pushed her way through the crowd, who seemed less willing to part from her when she was not being followed by a seven foot tall droid hybrid. In her coughing fit, she sounded just like her beloved Grievous, and this drew teas to her eyes. Oh, why hadn't she appreciated him more while he was here? And why hadn't they eloped, or at least something wonderfully amazing of the sort?
She didn't even notice when she bumped into that slime ball of an ex she had been searching for only moments before.
"Hey- Heyyyy!" He said, harshly at first as he turned, then annoyance turning into amusement as he saw her.
Jess froze, taking a moment to survey him.
Tony Onlimon was in his element. He was surrounded by slutty girls wearing strapless dresses and too much eye shadow hung on his every side. Short black hair, dashing good looks added to his charm. The tux didn't hurt either.
"So baby, where are you off to?" He asked stepping closer, familiar pervy twinkle in his eye.
Suddenly, Jess remembered why she'd broken up with him and wondered what it was she had ever seen in this nerfherder. Annoyed, she turned on her heel and began striding away. Grievous was much more important to her than this loser, she could see that now. No matter how much she'd wanted to see the look on his face with Grievous by her side, all that mattered to her now was that she found him.
"Hey, not so fast," Tony called from behind her. She felt his tanned hand on her shoulder.
She turned back to face him, her patience wearing thin.
"So, you here by yourself?" He asked with that smooth smile of his.
"No," She began, pausing to remove his hand from her shoulder. "I'm here with someone." She stated.
"Oh really?" He asked with a smile that made it clear that he was only humoring her. "Who?"
"General Grievous." She said defiantly.
He stared at her for a moment, not recognizing what she was talking about.
"Ohh!" He said, laughing as it dawned on him. "That Star Wars stuff again, Jess? For a second there, I thought you might have actually found a real guy to come here with. I guess you cousin was busy, eh?" He said, laughing. He turned back to his group of girls, laughing all the way.
Jess was fuming with anger right now. She stomped her foot so hard, the high heel of her shoe almost snapped clear off. Her teeth were clenched as she continued to make her way off the dance floor.
Finally, she found herself outside, met by the cool late night air.
"Grievous!" She yelled, getting more than one odd look cast her way. Jess found that she didn't care if they thought she was crazy. All she wanted was that tall mostly droid, scheming Separatist General.
"Where are you?" She whispered, leaning again the wall. She slid down, not worry about getting dirt on her dress. That was irrelevant now.
Again, enter the powers of the portal. If you're a Sue (or a Stu) what you wish for will happen. And it will usually happen amazingly fast.
Grievous had seen his opportunity the second she let go of him. This was the precise moment he had been waiting for, and he leapt at the chance. His insect like grace allowed him to slink off with swift ease away from that mad human child.
He had a battle to return, there were Jedi to be killed after all. He just had to understand the strange world and find out how to get home.
Actually, he had covered a remarkable amount of ground when he suddenly found he was no longer moving forward. He was running in a fluid manner that had kept him traveling rather quickly, but now no matter how fast he ran, he could feel himself slowly being drawn backwards. It was like swimming against the tides.
To say the least, the general swore loudly, mostly in his native tongue. All the cursing of the blasted human girl sent him into a coughing fit.
Finally he gave up. There was nothing he could do as the gentle tendril of the mighty portal drew him back to that he so desperately wished to escape. IT appeard that even he, one of the greatest Generals could not evade the power held by a mere girl in the form of some supernatural wormhole phenomenon.
"By the suns of Kalee, damn it," he muttered under his raspy breath.
A/N: Wow, thanks for all the reviews! Glad you all can enjoy it, however shocking it may be to me. Jess, I guesss there are people out there as crazy as you:) I'm just kidding. But in all seriousness, thank you bunches!
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Skywalker05- Thanks! Haha, yes, well, if i were Grievous, I would kick her too.
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