Emmais here!
And she’s dressed as Edward Scissorhands. And she’s obviously in some sort of trouble with the authorities. Well, the 2XFan Con authorities anyway. And I’m standing here like an idiot. “I have to get to her,” I say to no one in particular as I start fighting my way through the crowd that’s formed.
“My ass! My ass!”
“I’VE GOT HER!”
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”
“You fucking dickhead! You stabbed my ass!”
“She’s right here!”
“Holy shit! Edward Scissorhands just shanked Captain Kirk!”
“This is awesome!”
“Greatest 2XFanCon EVER!”
“Somebody call an ambulance!”
“Is there a doctor in the house?!”
“I did not intentionally stab your arse! I’m so sorry! Please do not sue me!”
By the time I squeeze through the wall of people, Emma is facedown on the floor with a knee in her back. The woman in the white blouse is tugging at her scissorhands while a security guard holds her down. The woman glances up at me. “Stay back, Mr. Davenport! We’ve caught your stalker!”
“Get off her now!” I bark, crouching beside Emma. “You’re going to hurt her.”
“I can’t move until we remove her weapons,” the guard says.
“My ass!” Captain Kirk whines, writhing on the floor. “I am going to sue you! For every penny!”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I mutter, gently lifting Emma’s left arm and unsnapping the contraption from her leather costume. Brushing the woman’s hands away, I take off the other set of scissors. “There. Let her up.”
A seductive-looking Storm Trooper kneels beside Captain Kirk. “I’m a doctor. Take your hands away from your bottom so I can see the extent of the damage.”
“It’s bad, doc,” he whines. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sit again.”
Emma, who has been freed, crawls over to the man. “I’m so sorry. I was trying to keep my hands down but I got pushed and…”
“She totally did, man,” Han Solo says. “I’ve got it all on film. She got tackled and skewered your ass by mistake.”
“Looks like you’ll need about four stitches. Maybe five,” Dr. Storm Trooper says.
“Mr. Davenport, this woman claims she knows you. Is that true?” the guard asks.
“Yes, I know her quite well.”
“So is she a stalker or not?” the woman in white says.
“Not.”
“We’re still going to have to take her into custody,” the woman says. “She did sneak in with a used badge and stabbed a man.”
Glancing at the woman’s name tag, I then give her my best celebrity grin. “Sloane, is it? Pretty name.” Holding my hand out, I say, “Pierce. Thank you for your vigilance. I truly appreciate it, but is there some way we could work something out so Emma here doesn’t have to get arrested?” I look at Emma and smile. “I really do need to talk to her.”
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