Where On Endor Is My Ewok?

[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Just a couple of hours earlier, Evan had borrowed one of Vanessa's stuffed Ewoks for a very important purpose. Surely, given the size of the collection, Vanessa wouldn't notice one missing Ewok before their dinner at one of Chicago's premier restaurants. Their mutual love of Star Wars made him want to incorporate one into his proposal. Even if she was fiercely protective of each and every Ewok—to the point each one had a name. Evan could see the appeal: the stuffed versions were rather cute. All of the preparations had been taken care of. The private dining room had been reserved. He'd picked out a suit and tie—for someone that hated formal wear, a harder task than one might ordinarily assume. After Evan had pulled the Head of Security aside in confidence, Martin and Anderson would be working the security detail tonight. Nothing against Sam, of course, but if this evening went the way Evan hoped, Vanessa would be wearing a ring on her left hand. And Sam could be… excitable. Even explaining the why to Martin had reduced Evan to a giant bundle of nerves. He couldn't think of anything left to be done. This was the last step towards making everything perfect. Evan popped the handsome black box open, checking the contents one final time. The pink diamond wasn't the largest—not because of price, but because Vanessa wasn't a 'my diamond is bigger than yours' type of person. She would value something unique more. She would value this, he hoped. For the time being, Evan would have Martin hold onto the Ewok and the ring—at least until he was ready to go down on one knee later that evening. Evan removed the diamond engagement ring and shut the box. Tying the ring securely around the Ewok's neck, Evan placed both inside a gift bag several sizes too large and snuck out of one of the spare rooms to go searching for the Head of Security. A short time later, Evan approached Martin. Talk of tonight still had him on edge. Though he had done his best to remain calm, cool and collected around Vanessa, Martin was another story. After all, the man was practically a second father to Vanessa. Evan took a deep breath. They would be leaving for the restaurant soon. "Martin," he requested. "Please keep this safe for tonight." He didn't need to explain—the older man would understand. Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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Vanessa wasn’t really someone who liked people messing with her things. There were tons of Ewoks sure but Jeerota was different. Jeerota was one of the few she looked for every now and again. “Maxwell, who in the hell has been messing with my Ewok?” Maxwell was on his way out the door for the end of his shift and shrugged. He’d not seen the Ewok and certainly if he had, well if he had there might be Evan fur flying, judging by the look on Miss Whitmore’s face. He headed out the door.

Martin was left holding a stuffed bear looking thing and a ring. “Of course, I will handle it.” He was babysitting an Ewok that would have wanted posters plastered all over the house in a matter of minutes, what could possibly go wrong? Hearing Vanessa screaming for the bear, he took it to his car and set it in the trunk. The ring he put in his pocket, that last thing he needed to do was have her snooping and find that. The bear’s fate was a little less important. Though he knew Vanessa would find the bear if it stayed in the house.

“Evan! There has been a crisis. One of my Ewoks is missing and no one touches anything.” She knew that no one really messed with the Ewoks, or well until now no one had. “I was gonna swap them out on my desk at work…” She did that from time to time. Now the one she wanted was missing. Vanessa looked like she was going to cry. “Please help me find him!”


⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

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[attr="class","evanright"] This was the part Evan had been afraid of. For that reason, and just to be on the safe side, he had even held out from taking the Ewok for as long as possible – the hope being that Vanessa wouldn't discover the missing stuffed animal before dinner. Except the worst case scenario had happened. The frantic expression etched on her face when he'd walked into the room told him as much. Evan needed to calm her down – something, he knew, that would be easier said than done at this point. If he was going to propose to her tonight, then he didn't want to do so while Vanessa was busy having a panic attack. That would hardly be the romantic evening he had in mind. Thanks to Martin, at least, Evan didn't technically have to lie. He honestly had no earthly idea where the Ewok was now. Even stretching the truth like this made him a little uncomfortable, but temporarily kidnapping the Ewok was for a worthy cause. He just had to keep telling himself that. Evan pulled Vanessa into a hug, doing what he could to comfort his girlfriend – even if he had caused this. "Vanessa…" Evan tried to convince her to drop the search for the time being. "We have dinner reservations for tonight. I promise I'll help you find him after. We'll turn the house upside down, if we have to." Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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Vanessa was anal retentive about some things. Her Ewoks were one of those things. There was an entire room full of them and she knew exactly when one was missing. She knew she was blowing up over something minor. Evan’s arms she retreated into and took a few breathes. Hearing him talk about dinner reservations she nodded.

“Maybe someone cleaned up in that room and put him in the wrong place?” She was trying to talk herself out of searching high and low right now. Looking down at her clothes she could be heard mumbling “dammit” under her breath. She was not dressed for dinner. They had had these reservations for months. For now she was momentarily distracted by her wardrobe thoughts as she kissed Evan’s neck in acknowledgement and then pulled away to go get changed.

Vanessa trekked to her overgrown closet and started pulling down things to wear. The worst part about being pregnant and trying to go out, was that everything was starting to make her look fat. She started collecting everything that wasn’t black and started shoving it back in the closet where it belonged on the rack by color.



⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

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[attr="class","evanright"] A missing Ewok had caused more of a panic than Evan would have thought possible. Keeping Vanessa wrapped up in his arms, he did his best to reassure her. "That sounds plausible," Evan agreed, trying everything possible to put Vanessa's mind at ease. He couldn't, after all, admit he was the one responsible. That would likely mean explaining he planned to propose tonight. Not an ideal outcome when part of the point behind this evening was the surprise. She pulled away to get ready for this evening. Evan watched Vanessa pull about half of her maternity wardrobe down and then start throwing it back in the closet, if it wasn't black. Heading over to their bed, he picked an outfit from the remaining pile and held it up for her to see – an item he thought would suit the occasion perfectly. Evan didn't share the same view as Vanessa that everything was starting to make her look fat – a point he would argue, if given the opportunity. Pregnancy had merely given her a healthy glow. "How about this?" Placing a hand on her stomach, Evan waited for any tiny kicks. He really should have been giving her space to get ready, but the further along in her pregnancy she progressed, the more excited he became. Of course, tonight of all nights, he was also looking for ways to not focus on his nerves. Just so long as Vanessa didn't see through him, everything would be good. "How are the little ones doing?" Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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Vanessa frustratingly threw more in the closet just as Evan picked up one of the pile she was deciding if she wanted to toss it too. Her boyfriend was picking out her clothes… Usually Vanessa was more decisive than this. Though she couldn’t stop thinking about her missing furry friend. It sat in the back of her mind and she tried to distract herself. After all Evan clearly wanted her to enjoy the evening.

Evan wasn’t the one who had to deal with the extra water weight or the swollen ankles. It was bad enough she was pregnant, even worse there were two. She was still confused, they weren’t twins. Her body was weird. Superfetation they had called it at the doctor’s office. She felt Evan’s hand on her stomach and Vanessa leaned her head back on his shoulder. At least she was done being sick every day of the week, that had been miserable. "Behaving for once."

Not even arguing the point of the dress Evan had picked out for her, he had gone for the only one that wasn’t black. She almost wanted to argue the point that she was going to look fat in it, but she knew it was one of his favorites. Fine, she could appease him for the evening. Vanessa tossed off her clothing before changing spinning around. “Can you get the zipper for me, babe?” Honestly, Vanessa could care less if she changed in front of him. The only ones she usually made sure were out of the room were the security team, but they respected her boundaries of her bedroom. In fact, they let her do her own thing in the house. It was like having human guard dogs.


⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

[attr="class","de2"]VANESSA WHITMORE

♦.♦

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[attr="class","evanright"] The little ones Evan referred to already had names: Alexander Maximilien and Isabella Séraphine. Although, they weren't even born yet and he was affectionately calling Isabella by her new nickname, Izzy. At least they weren't giving Vanessa too much trouble tonight. Maybe they had some idea what was going to happen – a notion, Evan knew, was impossible. Yet Vanessa often commented that one or both of them was up and kicking. It wasn't as if Alex and Izzy could sense his own restlessness, even if he was anxious enough for all three of them. Having selected the only item that wasn't black from the pile of clothes on the bed, Evan helped Vanessa with the zipper on the back of the dress. It didn't hurt that the item was blue – his favorite color. The meaning behind the choice might dawn on her later when he went down on one knee, but for now, she was still in the dark. If only Evan could keep things together for a little while longer. He hadn't expected her to notice the missing Ewok quite as quickly as she had. "You look good," Evan murmured in her ear. Martin would have had plenty of time to smuggle both the Ewok and the ring out of the house and somewhere… anywhere safer. Especially if Evan didn't know where that place was. He couldn't give Martin any more time – not if he and Vanessa were going to be on time for their reservations. "Shall we?" Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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Vanessa was caught up in Evan’s flattery too much to notice that he could have had a better choice in words. Good seemed like an adjective someone would use when they couldn’t think of something better. Vanessa ordinarily would have made a comment but she rolled her neck and just relaxed with her head on his shoulder.

Right, they had plans and it wasn’t until Evan asked her if she was ready. There was a nod. She could do her makeup in the car, she wasn’t driving so it wasn’t a big loss there. That is exactly how she spent most of the trip was finishing up her makeup. Not that Vanessa wore much of it but there were expectations. Tossing her makeup back in her bag on the floor of the car she tucked the bag up under one of the seats. No sense in dragging that huge thing around for dinner.

Martin opened the car door for the two of them. He thought he might do the two of them a favor and play chauffeur for a night. Anderson was already inside making sure that things were set. Vanessa gave Martin a look as she stepped out of the car and took Evan’s hand. Her security detail was acting strange, Evan had lost his use of intellectual words, and she recognized this restaurant. What the hell was going on around here?


⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

[attr="class","de2"]VANESSA WHITMORE

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Evan had started fidgeting in Martin's SUV. It might not have been so bad were he the one driving, but relegated to the back seat with Vanessa, the woman he was going to ask to marry him tonight… most of the trip passed in silence. By now, Vanessa had to suspect something was going on. Between his odd behavior and… everything else, had anything else given him away? Taking Vanessa's hand, Evan escorted her inside the restaurant, where they were greeted by the Maître d'. Led to their table, Evan helped Vanessa with her chair before taking his own seat, and being handed a menu. He'd been practicing what he wanted to say – tweaking and rewriting the actual proposal – and now that the two of them were here, much of that planning had chosen that exact moment to abandon him. Though Evan didn't need to recall the speech right at this moment, it wasn't helping to settle his nerves. Evan might need to improvise after dinner. As long as he was honest and spoke from the heart, things would go smoothly… he hoped. He tried to cover up his nervousness with a small smile when the host announced their waiter would be right with them. "Thank you." Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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Vanessa had long since stopped asking questions about Evan’s oddities he’d developed since the kidnapping. His fidgeting had hardly gone unnoticed. Vanessa couldn’t help but wonder if something was on her mind. Though the last time she’d asked that it had blown up in her face. No, it was just better to keep an eye on him. Which is exactly what she did.

Even when they sat down she could tell Evan was on edge. Vanessa reached out a hand to try and calm his nerves about whatever it was going through his mind. Undoubtedly, she didn’t want to upset him or bring up the wrong thing during dinner. They were here to enjoy the night after all.

It was all Vanessa could do to clearly hold her tongue. She’d been relaxed before but Evan on edge was worrisome especially when he was tight lipped about what was bothering him. When the waiter came by, she ordered herself a water. She’d not been drinking because of the children. She was already within a month of her due date for Aleksander and should be on bed rest but here she was out under the watchful eye of way too many people who wouldn’t let her pull off anything stupid.



⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

[attr="class","de2"]VANESSA WHITMORE

♦.♦

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Since Evan's kidnapping and subsequent torture, fidgeting had become almost second nature to him—a matter compounded by his intentions tonight. There was no doubt in his mind: dealing with him the past few months must have been a chore. For the most part, he hadn't been very forthcoming about his ordeal, preferring instead to bottle everything up, throw away the key, and pretend like nothing was wrong. Vanessa had seen right through his act. Perhaps she might view his anxiety tonight as more of the same – she wouldn't be entirely wrong. Trying his hardest to push his nervous ticks aside – he was in a public restaurant – Evan played with Vanessa's offered hand. The odds of someone coming after him here and getting past both Martin and Anderson… well, mathematically speaking, it wasn't good. Nonetheless, there was nothing either man could do to ease his reservations about how Vanessa might respond to his proposal. Though Martin had tried to reassure him – he'd taken the older man into his confidence, if only so Sam and Maxwell didn't end up on this detail – Evan had convinced himself the outcome was far from a foregone conclusion. Dinner came and went in much the same fashion, which brought Evan to the part of the evening he had discussed with Martin. "Excuse me," Evan set his napkin down to the left of his plate, using his knife and fork to signal the waiter he was done eating. Getting up to supposedly use the restroom, Evan actually intended to use that time to procure the Ewok and the pink diamond solitaire ring. On his way back to the table, Evan's trepidation began to subside. He couldn't explain why, but perhaps it had something to do with actually being in the moment, rather than waiting for it to arrive. He knew he would have his answer soon – whether it was a yes or no was another matter entirely. "I have a friend of yours – wants to help ask a very important question." Going down to one knee, Evan presented an Ewok with the ring tied around its neck. Once Vanessa got past the initial surprise, he might just get an earful for kidnapping the little guy. She had been pretty upset when he'd gone missing. "From the moment I first met you, I knew you were special – intelligent, funny, gorgeous. Just seeing your smile could brighten my day. I know things have been difficult lately. I've been difficult. You stayed when I gave you every reason to live. One thing has remained constant. You're my best friend, the person I can't imagine living without, the absolute love of my life… and now… I want you to be my wife. Vanessa Renee Whitmore, will you marry me?" Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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Vanessa could tell Evan was fidgeting and she laid her other hand on the one that he was using to play with her. There weren’t any words spoken but she knew she had to calm him down somehow. So she did what she knew how to do best, take care of him. Smiling at him she could tell something was on his mind, but she’d only pushed him to talk the one time about things. The rest was on his terms.

When Evan excused himself she couldn’t help but wonder what had been eating at him throughout dinner. He’d hardly done more than eat and fidget. Though when he came back to the table she couldn’t help but notice that her missing Ewok was back. Oh someone was going to… then Evan started talking. She paid attention he was… wait was he? Yes, yes he was.

“You confiscate my Ewok to tell me you want to confiscate me?” She paused for a moment. “I might be willing to negotiate his release.” Vanessa left Evan there for a moment on his knees. She hadn’t noticed the ring on the Ewok but she wanted her Ewok back so she did the only logical thing and took the Ewok hugging it close to her. She left Evan with a kiss as she snaked her one free arm around his neck and dropped down to his eye level. “Yes.” Wait was that a full sentence? “My answer is yes.” It wasn’t until she wrapped her second arm around his neck that she noticed the ring dangling off the Ewok’s neck.

Vanessa couldn’t help but think that Evan had spoiled her when it came to the simple solitaire ring. Pink diamonds weren’t easy to find but they were one of her favorite stones. Yes, she was spoiled. Vanessa couldn’t help the smile on her face as she buried her reddish colored face in his neck. He’d just managed to embarrass her in one of the best ways possible.



⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

[attr="class","de2"]VANESSA WHITMORE

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[attr="class","evanright"] Evan could appreciate the humor – even in a special moment like this. Had he not been trying so hard to be sincere, he might have included some in his proposal. "If by 'confiscate' you mean spend the rest of our lives together… then yes. I want that more than anything." Before he had the chance to realize what was happening, Vanessa had joined him on the floor. Yes. His heart skipped a beat. Yes, she wanted to marry him. Evan grabbed the Ewok back. Vanessa had snatched her furry little friend away without realizing the ring was still tied around its neck – the ring Evan needed to put on her finger. "I still need this," he explained before his girlfriend – no, his fiancée, he corrected himself – tried to murder him for taking the Ewok a second time. "Your left hand please." Pink diamonds were forever. Sliding the symbol of their relationship into its proper place, Evan took a moment to admire the precious stone sitting atop her finger. Only a handful of flawless pink diamonds existed, making them extremely rare, extraordinarily unique, and very expensive. It was perfect for her. Evan wasn't the type to cut corners with the woman he loved. He found her lips again. "I've never felt luckier than I do right now." Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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Vanessa didn’t want to give Jeerota back to Evan. He’d already stolen him once and now he wanted to steal him again? Vanessa quirked a brow. Was he really going to test that theory? Though as long as the little Ewok stayed in sight, it would be okay. She was having to reason with herself so as not to grab the Ewok and smack her fiance upside the head with the thing. It’s not like Evan would… no wait he already had kidnapped the adorable fuzzball.

It wasn’t hard to realize what he was doing, so she didn’t smack him with the Ewok. Any other time and she might have smacked him with it again. Vanessa melted into his touch. She wasn’t usually this much of a jello brain, but she was still processing everything. Evan slipped the ring on her finger. It was simple, just the way she liked it.

Vanessa soon found herself tangled up in his lips again. “See, there is nothing wrong with spin the bottle and closets.” Yes, she was going to bring up the closet. Vanessa had been bold in suggesting they at least enjoy their time trapped in the closet and now look where the two of them were. “You still won’t make a Cross out of me, you know?” She felt like teasing him but there were many reasons she wasn’t going to change her last name. Vanessa wasn’t against hyphenating her name but that was a discussion for a later time. For now, she was just going to tease him.



⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

[attr="class","de2"]VANESSA WHITMORE

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Evan had been bracing for a smack that never came. Stealing the little Ewok not once, but twice, should have earned him at least that much for his troubles. Unless Vanessa had softened her stance on an otherwise unspeakable crime in the wake of his proposal. Yep. That sounded about as ridiculous as he thought it did. The ring must have bought him some leeway or else punishment would have been swift and exacting. Understandably so, if Evan's opinion about the theft carried weight. The pink diamond suited her. "Not even with a hyphen?" Teasing aside, Evan didn't expect Vanessa to change her surname. From a business standpoint alone, it was a terrible idea. Even if they were getting ahead of themselves – the two of them didn't have a marriage license or a wedding date – but once the media got wind of their engagement, Vanessa's PR department would have their hands full. The security detail too. Not that she needed his permission to stay a Whitmore, but Evan wanted her to know he had no issues with her decision. "You have a company to manage. You shouldn't have a competitor's last name." Evan chuckled at the mention of bottles and closets. He and Vanessa owed their chance meeting to a mutual friend in Teresa Martin. Someone who, Evan still suspected, had done her best to hook up unknowing business rivals because it amused her. Fond memories of that evening came rushing back. A chance spin of the bottle had seen them locked together in a closet for ten minutes, where Vanessa – ever the bold one – encouraged him to play along. The eventful party had eventually led to this: him proposing to his best friend. At some point, he and Vanessa were going to have to tell their parents. Of course, Mr. Whitmore had taken a sabbatical of sorts overseas – one with limited communication. As for Evan, well… he didn't look forward to having a conversation with his dad, but his mother would be absolutely thrilled with the development. How long had she been pestering him about meeting a nice girl and getting married? She would even have two more grandchildren to dote over. Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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