A/N: Hey, gang! It's been a while, hasn't it? To be perfectly honest, I shouldn't be writing this right now, considering I have four different finals to study for, but I thought I'd take a moment to respect my first fandom by means of another. Enjoy!

His Fandom

Turk's breath caught in his throat as his gaze fixed on his target up ahead. The air around him felt agonizingly hot and unbearably cold at the same time, threatening to devour him whole. Hands gripped firmly around the base of his weapon, he jumped to the nearest platform and swung. "You'll never win," he said fearlessly. "I will nevergive into the dark side."

"Turk?"

The surgeon jumped, not having heard the front door open. Trying not to trip over the end of his Jedi cloak, he turned around swiftly, almost knocking the lamp over with his plastic, green light saber. "H-Hey, Baby! Home early?"

Carla raised a playful eyebrow as she crossed her arms and cocked her head. "The father of my child," she sighed sarcastically.

"Aw, c'mon, Carla, it's Star Wars Day! You can't blame me for celebrating, can you?"

Expecting the usual "you're a doctor" retort, the surgeon was taken aback when she said something else entirely. "Mmm…I did know beforehand that I was marrying a Star Wars nerd, didn't I?"

Surprised by her answer, Turk nodded curtly. "Yes. Yes you did."

"Then I suppose I should let you continue. Shame though. You see…"

Turk's eyes grew amusingly round as his wife shimmied out of her usual pink scrubs, revealing an outfit he'd only seen her wear in his imagination.

"I bought this Princess Leia bikini earlier to see if we could have an adventure of our own, but since you're getting ready to kill the Emperor, then I'd completely understand if you'd rather – "

Faster than the Millennium Falcon, the bald headed Jedi jumped off of the couch and over to his wife, picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the bedroom.

"This isn't exactly cannon, is it?" Carla asked teasingly. "After all, Han wasn't a Jedi."

"And Princess Leia wasn't Latina, but God knows I'm not complaining."

The nurse laughed as Turk leaned down to kiss her. "May the force be with you," he purred.

His princess kissed him back. "And also with you."

A/N: When I was eight years old, my mom introduced me to "Star Wars." It was my first real fandom and holds a special place in my heart, and considering Donald Faison is a "Star Wars" geek in real life, I just knew I had to write this about him. Anyway, everybody, Happy Star Wars Day. I hope it was a good one!

P.S. – To anybody whose stories I have not read in a while: as stated in the opening author's note, I've been insanely busy with school, but I'm finally close to the finish line. Once I'm done, I'm planning on having a whole "sit by the computer and engross myself in fanfiction" day, so please bear with me and know that I haven't just stopped reading your lovely work.

Until next time!