Beyond - Legends A Brush With Fame (Leia/OC--one post)

Okay, I actually wrote this piece two summers ago for a fanfic challenge at another board. It's a silly little ficlet, that's just supposed to be fun. Since it's initial posting, it has sort of just sat on my harddrive all by it's lonesome. And then it just occurred to me: Why haven't I posted this at the JC? I racked my brain, could come up with no suitable answer to this question, so here I am.


*ahem* Okay, now here's a little background of the challenge: Using first person, write a brief scene with an original character who spends fifteen minutes with a canon character, for whatever reason. The catch: The canon character should reveal something to the original character that isn't known the general public.


DISCLAIMER: I don't own 'Star Wars' or it's characters. If I did, I would be sitting in my ivory tower, cackling evilly, and plotting my takeover of the world. As it stands, I'm just a lowly fanfic writer who does this for fun.






I pushed my way down the crowded hallway, careful to keep my head down. I ignored the beings that passed all around me, and kept my gaze fixated on the floor ahead. A tall Sullustan knocked my shoulder in passing, and I had to stifle an annoyed curse. It had been one of those days. One of those stinking, rotten, horrible days. The kind that Rik would use as an excuse to go to the blaster range, and that I usually used as an excuse to lock myself in the refresher with a warm bath and a book. Ugh.

Late package... pffffft!

I reached the turbo-lift and palmed the button impatiently, my foot tapping in annoyance as I waited for the doors to open. Maybe I'd lose my job. Get fired. Well, fine. I didn't need this stupid job anymore. This bike messenger thing was only supposed to be a temporary thing anyway. Soon I'd get my big break, and when I'm a huge holovid star, that Mon Calamari back there can kiss my bony ass. And one day, when he's begging me for an autograph for one his spoiled little brats, I'll just flip him off and tell him where to go.

I gave myself a satisfied smile. But just as quickly, it faded. Oh, but my boyfriend Rik was going to be pissed.

The doors slid open and I got on the lift. I didn't even turn around before I slapped the button for the lower floors. I needed to get out of this damn government building with its pretentious, stupid, government officials. They were enough to give me a splitting headache.

The doors were within inches of sealing shut, when I heard a hurried voice call, "wait, hold the lift! Hold the lift!"

I clenched my teeth in annoyance, and considered ignoring the plea, but almost without thinking, my hand shot out and pushed for the lift to open again. The doors parted to reveal a relieved, out of breath, young woman. Her brown hair was pulled back in a tight braid, and she was adorned in the typical all white senatorial gown.

I tried not to stare.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her stomach was, well, HUGE, but there was no mistaking her identity. She gave me a grateful smile, and boarded the lift. "Thanks," she said, the doors sealing behind her. "I've been trying to get out of here for hours, and if I didn't catch this lift there's no telling who would've come out and snagged me for 'just one more thing." She blew out an exasperated sigh. "I tried running, but....well, a Hutt could out pace me at the moment." She ran a hand over her swollen belly, as if to emphasize her point.

I tried a polite smile, but it felt forced and stretched my features. "Um, no problem." Holy sith. Good gods! "Uh, what level?" I asked, my hand hovering over the buttons. I admired the steadiness of my own voice.

"First one, thanks."

I nodded and pushed the appropriate button.

Wow. I had messaged packages here probably a hundred times. Maybe more. And I knew she worked here. Everyone did. But in all that time, I had never, ever, seen her. I had begun to believe the woman never left her office. But yet, here she was. Sharing *my* turbo-lift. Princess Leia Organa Solo. My head was spinning. It felt surre

 

That was so funny. I don't think I would have been able to say a word.

 

That was a lot of fun.

 

I've read this several times over at that other site, and I love it! It's truly an inspired piece of humor!

 

Ok, but who is number one and two.

 

Absolutely hilarious!

 

Very funny! Loved the OC!

 

Damn, she's goes home to *Han Solo I wouldn't mind going home to Han Solo.

But if the princess was aware of her husband starring in the porno-vid spinning through my head, she didn't show it.

"I'm married to a Corellian," she said dryly, "there's very little you could say that would offend me at this point." Gotta love those Corellians!

The going into labor scenarios are hilirous!

The number 3 thing is great!

The lift doors opened, bringing in all the noise of the outside hallway. The princess turned away again, and stepped off the lift. Without looking back, she added, "yeah, he's number three on mine."

Great job!

 

I once crashed (metaphorically) into a local celebrity and made a total fool of myself...

 

That was just brilliant!

 

My gosh!! I can't believe the things that that OC was saying!!! I'm sure she felt awful for days...hehehehehe. I loved her though. I'd like to see what would happen if Rik got stuck in an elevator with Han...

 

Goody, multiple choice:


What did important people like her think about, anyway?

Senate meetings?

nope...

Royal receptions?

um, nu uh...

That tall, gorgeous, general she had waiting at home?

DING! DING! DING! We have a winner!


StonedRose that was really fun! The OC and the situation was very well written and believable. Leia was perfectly in character as always. I'm so glad you decided to share this little fic with us.



J_Girl

 

Oh, bless you for this wonderful, hilarious slice of life in the GFFA! The way you wrote the bike messenger's POV and the blubbering she did in front of Leia just killed me!

Great, great, great, great job!

The only thing you should be beaten for is making us wait that long!!!!

 

Sharing *my* turbo-lift. Princess Leia Organa Solo. My head was spinning. It felt surreal. Like a dream.
Exactly how I would expect someone to act if they met a celebrity.
Here she was, innocently riding a turbolift, --a virtuous vessel of burgeoning life, no less--while not four feet away, a complete stranger was mentally defiling her husband. Stop it! I scolded myself. But that did little to stem the flow of lewd imagery that now flooded my brain. I felt evil and perverted.
HA!!!!

The starving refugees of Ithor. That horrific speeder crash I'd passed on the way here. Alderaan exploding.
It all sounds sad but i don't know why i find this hilarious!!! *ashamed of her sadism*


Would she be angered or flattered that her husband had scored third on mine? I wondered if her and Han Solo kept a similar list. Or maybe me and Rik were just abnormal and unhealthy.
Only number 3? Dang, shes delusional....
he would be not only number 1 but ever other number on the list except for the space saved for ewan mcgregor of course.

"I'm married to a Corellian," she said dryly, "there's very little you could say that would offend me at this point."
True. Very true.


stick a very pregnant woman in a stuck elevator and she will inevitably give birth. It happened on the HoloNet all the time.
Yes, that does seem to happen a lot...



Suddenly, my brain was bombarded with several possible 'giving birth' scenarios. One had me heroically kneeled before the princess, a slimy, squirming newborn in my hands. The princess, eyes wet with grateful tears, would immediately welcome me into her family, where I'd be invited over for parties and intimate Life Day dinners. Maybe I'd even leave Rik, and marry her brother Luke.[i/]
OMIGOD!!! THAT IS FUNNY!!!!



"Why only number three?" She finally asked.
My question exactly!!!


ROTFLOL!!!!!

Omigod, i think i'm hyperventalating....(sp?)
Good stuff Rose!
-mia-

 

Oh, I love that. That reminds me of that Friends episode where Ross has to take off a supermodel from that list and he then meets her and she's interested until she sees his laminated card without her on it. Jayme was hilarious.

 

Rik would then instantly forget about me, and go off and marry some underwear model.

I laughed out loud at this line. Good thing that the door is closed.

 

I whistled. "I guess you and General Solo have been busy, huh?" I smiled knowingly



Oh that was priceless

 

Ooh that was completely hilarious! I absolutely loved Jayme! Great job!

 

I was reading this in ROP (like summer school but not quite) and had to bite my tongue from laughing out loud! This is the best! So funny!

"Why only number three...?"

 

LMAO! What a great vig! I loved the tabloid bit about Mon Mothma.

If she's a bike messenger, I hope she's not the kind who deliberately tries to run over pedestrians. Hey, I don't blame her for having lewd thoughts about Han at any time in the day. Who wouldn't?

 

Wow, thank you guys sooo much for all the comments! I'm so pleased this went over well, because, you konw, sometimes you just can't tell if something's actually funny or if you are just warped.

But I really appreciate all the feedback. I wish I could respond to all of you individually (arghl!! DRL!!), but just know I've read what you've said and appreciated all of it. Thanks so much for reading!

 

HAHAHAHA EXCELLENT!!
great fic! Jayme is one of the best OC that I have ever read... excellent!

The fic does make me wonder, why does one flat out break apart when one sees a celebrity? Its kinda funny the way people stop functioning because of celebs.

great fic

DM

 

Ha ha, DM, thanks. I'm glad you liked it. I don't know WHAT the deal is with people and celebrities, but I just tried to imagine what I would NOT want to happen if I were in that situation, and took this fic from there.

Thanks for reading!