Light Squirette Writes Her First Story (aka An Invitation To An Xover)
By Kyer


Nick is Sony/Tristar's; The Squirettes are all mine. (..I got ripped off! <g>)

This can be archived at www.fkfanfic.com , but I not sure its worth it, considering its not a *real* story at all but a thinly disquised invitation to read an unpostable xover of mine. Your site; your decision, Mel.

Comments can be sent to: [email protected] or [email protected] , though I warn you I check the latter far less often than the former.

Nick walked back from the kitchen, illegal contraband in hand as he passed by the Squirette's work room. The computer was on, but none of the Personalities were in sight. Overcome by his highly developed sense of curiosity, Nick slipped into the desk chair and began to read. At first glance it looked to be the start of another one of those Last Knight stories. He suppressed a groan. He really disliked dying--- even just in fic. However, further reading revealed a different twist. A decidedly weird twist, yet not the kind of 'weird' that he had come to (cringingly) expect from Dark Squirette. The little imp was either ill or she was up to something *really* nasty in the next part! He kept reading, determined to find out which it was.

"I AM 800-years old--- as I am sure you already knew having been waiting for my spirit all this time. If I had known that I would have ended up here after all, I would certaintly have left with my father and accepted my curse. But that no longer matters does it? I've made yet another grieveous error and this one is even more uncorrectable than the last. Far more. So tell me, Dark King, what tortures will I be subjugated to here in your Under-world kingdom?"

"Hey! What are you doing there?!"

With a yelp of dismay, Nick swung the chair around. Light Squirette, Dark's twin but oppositely minded sister, was eyeing him reprovingly. He guiltily brought back out the bottle he had tried to hide behind his back. "Okay, okay--- you caught me. But I swear I was only tasting it. Just a *little* swallow... okay, maybe two. You're not going to tell Nat on me, are you?" He gave her his patented puppy dog eyes, guaranteed to melt the heart of anyone who had that organ snuggled in their chest cavity, fast beating or slow.

"Relax, milord,"---Light reached over and set the computer on 'slumber' mode--- "I was referring to the story. What you choose to drink is not my concern unless its liable to get you killed.... " she squinted at the label on the green bottle, "which *that* just might if the Doctor finds out! Give it here."

Nick reluctantly handed over the bottle, then 'accidently' nudged the computer mouse to get the computer activated again. He wanted to change the subject, but he was also determined to find out what was going on. "Dark is writing something again, Light. Any klew as to what she's up to this time? I mean, I realize its an xover of some kind--- the other characters names look familiar, but they're not from Toronto."

Sighing, Light rolled her eyes. "Milord, Dark has--"

"Give me a break, *please,* Light? I can tell you know something. What is it? Another unusual fledgling story? More wacky aliens? Another body altering experience? Should I start preparing the Loft for a seige by the other, outraged vampires and their factions?"

"No. Partially. And, interestingly enough, sorta." She resignedly pulled up a second chair and sank down into it. "First of all, its an xover starring just you and an assortment of characters from 'Star Wars: The Phantom Menace'."

Nick looked blank. "You mean that silly space opera with the blond teenager, the asthmatic robot, the lady with the odd hairdo and the really hairy ape wearing heavy artillery?"

Light raised an eyebrow. "Milord, when was the last time you went out to see a real movie at a real theatre instead of just renting stuff? 'Star Wars: A New Hope' came out in '77. I'm talking about Episode One, the start of the second Trilogy. You know, Qui-Gon Jinn, young Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda before he rented that place in the living Sauna."

"Oh."

"And secondly... I'm the one who wrote it. Dark's off some where obsessed with stealing LaCroix's sword pin, the Vaq's speech boxes, and whatever else pops into her head."

Nick's eyes bugged out a little. "*You* wrote this? But, Light, this is a story and not a poem or filk."

Light sank a little lower in her chair. "Please don't get angry, milord! It's not like I can send it out to the Main List what with it being crossed with a movie and all."

"I'm not angry. Just surprised. And frankly..." Nick let out a breath, "...relieved. I mean it's not like you're going to skewer me or put me in really bad situations... um... Light... you didn't--- did you?"

"Err... define 'bad'."

Now it was Nick's turn to sink into his chair. "Alright, Squirette. Spill."

[long story summarization later]

".... and that's the end of what I'm calling:

May The Force Be With You--- Always: Episode One."

"Well, its certaintly an... interesting idea. Drama from one of Kyer's Personalities is going to take some getting used to." Nick ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "At least its more dignified than being turned into 'Nichole de Brabant'. What do you plan on doing with it?"

"Fkfic-L rules prohibit posting stories that crossover stuff not made for television and this is motion picture stuff. So I gave it to the Cotk to archive at: http://lavender.fortunecity.com/evildead/879/kyer.html . You wouldn't believe what a nice job Lisa Harvey did on it. She even found a midi of the song that inspired the story! Guess the Cousins are not all bad, huh?"

"Well, LaCroix *does* have his moments," Nick smiled "I tell you what, Light. You don't squeal on me about my.. um. little indescretion, and I'll give you my blessing on this little project. Deal?"

"Deal!" Light grinned, then fell into angst mode. "I hope whoever *does* ask for it realizes that its not Dark's wild humor they'll be getting. I mean, Episode One is about 13 parts of angst, and I haven't even started on Episode Two yet."

"I'm sure they'll forgive you." Nick took a small sip from his drink.
I hope.



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