Going Home
Disclaimer is as follows:
I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the other Scouts. But Adam and Adriana are mine, as well as anyone else I might decide to bring in. Don't sue for it would be a waist of both of our time and our lawyers.
AN: Okay to answer some of the questions. Yes the first part was already written and was previously 'published.' I took it down and reposted it under this name for the simple reason that I was having trouble with that account. This is my story I wrote it. If you have any other questions please email me and I'll do my best to answer them, slvrdrgn85@yahoo.com . It starts off in Darien's POV, incase anyone gets confused. Also if there are any mistakes let me know and I'll do my best to take care it them. And a special thanks to everyone that reviewed the first one, I hope you will do the same with this one. And so I think I have rambled enough as it is, so I'll get on with the story.
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Flashback
We were coming back from dinner and I had just told Serena that I would be leaving the next day. I couldn't tell how she took it, she had become very good at hiding her feelings. I couldn't tell what she was thinking or feeling. This had me, well I would say worried, but I'm not sure what I was. The drive back to her house felt like it took forever, I know that was because of the silence that was between us. I couldn't think of anything to say. Maybe if I would have known what she was thinking I might have had something to say.
We pulled into her driveway and I got out and opened her door. She was still quiet. I watched as she climbed the steps to the door. And was about to turn to go when the next thing I know she was running down the stairs and into my arms. I startled at first by her kiss, and because it didn't last long I didn't have a change to return it. I barely heard her say Thank you, before she went back into the house. I'm not sure how long I stood there staring at the door. Silently hoping that she would come back out.
I finally got in my car and drove back to the hotel. Her scent still lingered there. Jasmine. I wonder when she started wearing Jasmine. I guess I really didn't know her as well as I thought I did. Or maybe it was me who I didn't know as well as I thought I did.
I didn't sleep as well as I should have that night, I kept remembering Serena's kiss and the way that she walked away from me. I truly didn't know what to think. I was supposed to fly back to Little Rock, but that was just a little to fast for me right now. I had to have some time to sort through the things that I was feeling before facing the problems and emergencies that would wait for me back at work.
The drive back ended all to soon for me. I was hoping to have some more time alone with my thoughts, but things never work out the way that you want them too. I got in late that night and went to bed. Planning on being at the hospital first thing. A few hours of sleep later I was up and preparing for a fun filled day at work. Which would probably wind up being nothing but meetings and more meetings, and you guessed it more meetings. That is the only bad part of the job, all the blasted meetings.
Working again I eventually forgot about what happened that night with Serena. I started dating a friend of a friend, nothing serious and basically so that he would leave me alone about being single. Hey it worked. And the good thing was that we both only liked each other as a friend. So she didn't really expect anything.
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I awoke to see the stewardess standing above me, asking me to put my seat belt on and turn the laptop off. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and did as I was asked. I had meant to get some work done on the flight instead I had wound up sleeping through it. Just my luck, I was starting work in a new place tomorrow and I had gotten nothing done to prepare for it. I would be so lost when I got in there tomorrow. Well not exactly lost, but overwhelmed with work and questions.
About that time the pilot came over the intercom and did the normal proceedings that usually ended a flight. I blocked them out, not really caring. The plane then set down gently on the ground and we had to wait a few more minutes before we were able to get off, something about taxing up to the actually departure point. I'm not sure. ** What is wrong with me? I usually pay attention to that type of thing. ** Five more minutes and we were able to leave the plane.
I was one of the last to leave the plane. I stepped of the plane right into the crush of people that were leaving, arriving, or that where there waiting for someone. The noise level was way up there, what with people crying and mothers scolding their children, intercoms going off all over the place, cell phones and pagers, and who knows what else as it always was in the Atlanta airport. By taking slow and cautious steps I was able to make it too bag retrieval only to have to wait about 30 minutes for my luggage. This was not my day. On top of that I still had to get my car, get out of Atlanta in the middle of rush hour, and then had the drive ahead of me.
I wished that I had transferred flights and taken a smaller plane into the Columbus airport, too late now. I then spent another forty-five minutes actually getting out of the airport. The place is huge and it's easy to get lost there. I stepped out of the airport into the setting Georgia sun. It was beginning to paint the sky around it in pale pinks and darker shades of purples. It was a beautiful sight with planes sometimes going into it.
With the little luggage I had kept with me in Little Rock in hand I went in search of my car. Oh that was fun, since it wasn't where it was supposed to be. I finally found it about two rows back and ten spots from where he said he had parked it. I knew it was mine as soon as I seen it. I had treaded my Viper in shortly after returning for a king cab Silverado, my cars where usually dark, not this one, it was a light gold and shimmered some in the setting sun. There is a very logical reason why it's gold. One they didn't have a blue one and two it reminded me of Serena's hair.
The exit ramp to get on to the actual road from the airport was packed and barely moved. It was a headache. I was finally able to get on to the blasted road and on my way. I knew with the traffic like it was that it would take forever to get out of Atlanta and that would mean being even later getting into Columbus. That was one thing that I didn't miss about Georgia, well more exactly Atlanta, the traffic.
Once on the highway, thankfully, I slowly began to move away from the heavier traffic and into clearer roads. With the traffic spread out to a few cars that were spread out few and far between I could let my mind wander a little.
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Serena
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"Mommy, hungry!" Adriana's voice called from the backseat. Sometimes I still feel a slit pain of guilt when they called me that. But I knew somewhere deep inside that Elizabeth was happy.
"Hungry, hungry, hungry!" Adam started chanting. This was not good with the traffic kind of heavy. I needed to concentrate on driving, I wished that they would go to sleep, that way I could at least drive in peace.
"Ok, ok, mommy's looking for somewhere to stop, but we have to get out of the traffic first." I said looking in my rearview mirror at them. I smiled at their cute little round faces as turned my attention back to the road. My life was in the backseat complaining about being hungry. I couldn't blame them, as I was hungry also. My words seemed to do the trick for the time being, however long that would last. There was no telling. I began to look at the passing signs, we had made it through the Atlanta traffic pretty easily, and this was nothing compared to that. I just couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was going to happen.
I finally found a place where they eat and left the highway. Then came the adventure of actually finding the place. ** Why do they always put the signs on the highway and then the building back where you have to hunt for it? Oh I know, because I have two hungry children in the back seat. **
Fifteen minutes later only to see that it was packed. I must have picked a horrible time to move back home. It had been like this the whole trip. I was really beginning to get aggravated with it. I finally found a parking place next a nice gold truck, and parked. As I got out of the jeep I was debating on whether or not to take their stroller, a glance at the restaurant and I decided against it, there would be no where to put it.
Since Adam was on my side I got him out first and went around to get Adriana. They were small for almost a year and I could carry them easily enough. I made sure that I had everything before I locked the jeep. ** Purse, diaper bag, kids. Yep everything was there. ** With that done I scooped them up in my arms with a couple giggles from Adriana and went into the restaurant. There were a couple people that were kind enough to hold the door for me, seeing that I had to little ones with me. Luckily there wasn't a wait, so we got in and went almost straight to a table. Another thing hat was lucky was that it was a corner table on the back of the non- smoking section. That way I didn't have to worry about Adam and Adriana being in the way.
I asked the waitress for two high chairs, which she brought as soon as she was able to find two, and in the process apologized many times about not getting them faster. I assured her that it was ok and that I understood. She finally accepted that and left so that I could get the kids settled and look over the menu. I set Adriana down so that I could put Adam in the high chair, I turned my back long enough to sit him in the chair and buckle the little belt. I turned around to get Adriana, and to my surprise she wasn't there. I started to panic. I looked over the crowd as best as I could for a little head covered in light blonde hair and didn't see one. I was really starting to panic now.
I quickly unhooked Adam and picked him up, in my hurry I almost run in to my waitress. She took one look at my face and must have seen the panic for she said that she would be right back and left in a rush. Adam could tell that I was upset and started to whimper in my arms.
"Adriana! Adriana come here!" I yelled not caring who heard me. I was so worried about my little girl that I didn't care if the people thought that I was crazy. I held Adam tighter as he began to cry softly. "Adriana!" I had started to walk around my part of the dinning room checking under the tables she liked to play hide and seek so she could think that this was a game. She wasn't there. By this time Adam was in full fledge tears and holding tightly to my shirts. Poor thing was scared to death. I hugged him trying not to let my fear show through to him and continued to look for my daughter.
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Meanwhile in the smoking section-
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In the back corner or the smoking section set a person with short cropped blonde hair, dressed in a pair of jeans and a white button up shirt, across the back of the chair was thrown a navy blazer, reading news paper, while waiting for the found to be brought. It was busy true but it shouldn't take this long to get, it was beginning to get annoying, and to top it off some mother was fusing at her kid. ** I should have picked another place to eat.**
A few minutes after thinking this and looking back through the paper, a slight little tug was felt on the jeans. I looked down and saw a small child sitting on the floor, her small hand on my jeans. I looked her over light blonde hair, the beginnings of blue eyes. I also noticed that she was crying, well actually starting to. I smiled a little as I reached down to pick her up.
** How do I talk to a kid? ** I thought for a minute. "Hi little one. Where's you mommy?" It was the only thing that I could think of.
At the word mommy, her eyes brightened and she looked around, but I guess she didn't see her, and she started to cry when she turned back to me.
"OK, ok little one don't cry, I'll find your mommy." With that I stood up with her still in my arms. I noticed then that she was in a powder blue dress with white shoes. Why she picked me out of everyone else in the restaurant is beyond me. I'm not the motherly type. I knew no one in my section had a child with them, so headed to the non-smoking section, where I wished I was sitting but when I came in this was all they had. So I had to deal with it.
I looked around and saw the manager talking to a woman holding a small child close who was crying. One look at the child and I knew where her mommy was. I walked quickly over to the group, adjusting my hold on the little girl as I went. "Excuse me." I said when I was close enough. It didn't get their attention. "Excuse me." I said louder this time, and was able to get their attention. The woman holding the child turned around and her face brightened.
Disclaimer is as follows:
I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the other Scouts. But Adam and Adriana are mine, as well as anyone else I might decide to bring in. Don't sue for it would be a waist of both of our time and our lawyers.
AN: Okay to answer some of the questions. Yes the first part was already written and was previously 'published.' I took it down and reposted it under this name for the simple reason that I was having trouble with that account. This is my story I wrote it. If you have any other questions please email me and I'll do my best to answer them, slvrdrgn85@yahoo.com . It starts off in Darien's POV, incase anyone gets confused. Also if there are any mistakes let me know and I'll do my best to take care it them. And a special thanks to everyone that reviewed the first one, I hope you will do the same with this one. And so I think I have rambled enough as it is, so I'll get on with the story.
**.** Means thoughts
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Flashback
We were coming back from dinner and I had just told Serena that I would be leaving the next day. I couldn't tell how she took it, she had become very good at hiding her feelings. I couldn't tell what she was thinking or feeling. This had me, well I would say worried, but I'm not sure what I was. The drive back to her house felt like it took forever, I know that was because of the silence that was between us. I couldn't think of anything to say. Maybe if I would have known what she was thinking I might have had something to say.
We pulled into her driveway and I got out and opened her door. She was still quiet. I watched as she climbed the steps to the door. And was about to turn to go when the next thing I know she was running down the stairs and into my arms. I startled at first by her kiss, and because it didn't last long I didn't have a change to return it. I barely heard her say Thank you, before she went back into the house. I'm not sure how long I stood there staring at the door. Silently hoping that she would come back out.
I finally got in my car and drove back to the hotel. Her scent still lingered there. Jasmine. I wonder when she started wearing Jasmine. I guess I really didn't know her as well as I thought I did. Or maybe it was me who I didn't know as well as I thought I did.
I didn't sleep as well as I should have that night, I kept remembering Serena's kiss and the way that she walked away from me. I truly didn't know what to think. I was supposed to fly back to Little Rock, but that was just a little to fast for me right now. I had to have some time to sort through the things that I was feeling before facing the problems and emergencies that would wait for me back at work.
The drive back ended all to soon for me. I was hoping to have some more time alone with my thoughts, but things never work out the way that you want them too. I got in late that night and went to bed. Planning on being at the hospital first thing. A few hours of sleep later I was up and preparing for a fun filled day at work. Which would probably wind up being nothing but meetings and more meetings, and you guessed it more meetings. That is the only bad part of the job, all the blasted meetings.
Working again I eventually forgot about what happened that night with Serena. I started dating a friend of a friend, nothing serious and basically so that he would leave me alone about being single. Hey it worked. And the good thing was that we both only liked each other as a friend. So she didn't really expect anything.
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End
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I awoke to see the stewardess standing above me, asking me to put my seat belt on and turn the laptop off. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and did as I was asked. I had meant to get some work done on the flight instead I had wound up sleeping through it. Just my luck, I was starting work in a new place tomorrow and I had gotten nothing done to prepare for it. I would be so lost when I got in there tomorrow. Well not exactly lost, but overwhelmed with work and questions.
About that time the pilot came over the intercom and did the normal proceedings that usually ended a flight. I blocked them out, not really caring. The plane then set down gently on the ground and we had to wait a few more minutes before we were able to get off, something about taxing up to the actually departure point. I'm not sure. ** What is wrong with me? I usually pay attention to that type of thing. ** Five more minutes and we were able to leave the plane.
I was one of the last to leave the plane. I stepped of the plane right into the crush of people that were leaving, arriving, or that where there waiting for someone. The noise level was way up there, what with people crying and mothers scolding their children, intercoms going off all over the place, cell phones and pagers, and who knows what else as it always was in the Atlanta airport. By taking slow and cautious steps I was able to make it too bag retrieval only to have to wait about 30 minutes for my luggage. This was not my day. On top of that I still had to get my car, get out of Atlanta in the middle of rush hour, and then had the drive ahead of me.
I wished that I had transferred flights and taken a smaller plane into the Columbus airport, too late now. I then spent another forty-five minutes actually getting out of the airport. The place is huge and it's easy to get lost there. I stepped out of the airport into the setting Georgia sun. It was beginning to paint the sky around it in pale pinks and darker shades of purples. It was a beautiful sight with planes sometimes going into it.
With the little luggage I had kept with me in Little Rock in hand I went in search of my car. Oh that was fun, since it wasn't where it was supposed to be. I finally found it about two rows back and ten spots from where he said he had parked it. I knew it was mine as soon as I seen it. I had treaded my Viper in shortly after returning for a king cab Silverado, my cars where usually dark, not this one, it was a light gold and shimmered some in the setting sun. There is a very logical reason why it's gold. One they didn't have a blue one and two it reminded me of Serena's hair.
The exit ramp to get on to the actual road from the airport was packed and barely moved. It was a headache. I was finally able to get on to the blasted road and on my way. I knew with the traffic like it was that it would take forever to get out of Atlanta and that would mean being even later getting into Columbus. That was one thing that I didn't miss about Georgia, well more exactly Atlanta, the traffic.
Once on the highway, thankfully, I slowly began to move away from the heavier traffic and into clearer roads. With the traffic spread out to a few cars that were spread out few and far between I could let my mind wander a little.
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Serena
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"Mommy, hungry!" Adriana's voice called from the backseat. Sometimes I still feel a slit pain of guilt when they called me that. But I knew somewhere deep inside that Elizabeth was happy.
"Hungry, hungry, hungry!" Adam started chanting. This was not good with the traffic kind of heavy. I needed to concentrate on driving, I wished that they would go to sleep, that way I could at least drive in peace.
"Ok, ok, mommy's looking for somewhere to stop, but we have to get out of the traffic first." I said looking in my rearview mirror at them. I smiled at their cute little round faces as turned my attention back to the road. My life was in the backseat complaining about being hungry. I couldn't blame them, as I was hungry also. My words seemed to do the trick for the time being, however long that would last. There was no telling. I began to look at the passing signs, we had made it through the Atlanta traffic pretty easily, and this was nothing compared to that. I just couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was going to happen.
I finally found a place where they eat and left the highway. Then came the adventure of actually finding the place. ** Why do they always put the signs on the highway and then the building back where you have to hunt for it? Oh I know, because I have two hungry children in the back seat. **
Fifteen minutes later only to see that it was packed. I must have picked a horrible time to move back home. It had been like this the whole trip. I was really beginning to get aggravated with it. I finally found a parking place next a nice gold truck, and parked. As I got out of the jeep I was debating on whether or not to take their stroller, a glance at the restaurant and I decided against it, there would be no where to put it.
Since Adam was on my side I got him out first and went around to get Adriana. They were small for almost a year and I could carry them easily enough. I made sure that I had everything before I locked the jeep. ** Purse, diaper bag, kids. Yep everything was there. ** With that done I scooped them up in my arms with a couple giggles from Adriana and went into the restaurant. There were a couple people that were kind enough to hold the door for me, seeing that I had to little ones with me. Luckily there wasn't a wait, so we got in and went almost straight to a table. Another thing hat was lucky was that it was a corner table on the back of the non- smoking section. That way I didn't have to worry about Adam and Adriana being in the way.
I asked the waitress for two high chairs, which she brought as soon as she was able to find two, and in the process apologized many times about not getting them faster. I assured her that it was ok and that I understood. She finally accepted that and left so that I could get the kids settled and look over the menu. I set Adriana down so that I could put Adam in the high chair, I turned my back long enough to sit him in the chair and buckle the little belt. I turned around to get Adriana, and to my surprise she wasn't there. I started to panic. I looked over the crowd as best as I could for a little head covered in light blonde hair and didn't see one. I was really starting to panic now.
I quickly unhooked Adam and picked him up, in my hurry I almost run in to my waitress. She took one look at my face and must have seen the panic for she said that she would be right back and left in a rush. Adam could tell that I was upset and started to whimper in my arms.
"Adriana! Adriana come here!" I yelled not caring who heard me. I was so worried about my little girl that I didn't care if the people thought that I was crazy. I held Adam tighter as he began to cry softly. "Adriana!" I had started to walk around my part of the dinning room checking under the tables she liked to play hide and seek so she could think that this was a game. She wasn't there. By this time Adam was in full fledge tears and holding tightly to my shirts. Poor thing was scared to death. I hugged him trying not to let my fear show through to him and continued to look for my daughter.
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Meanwhile in the smoking section-
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In the back corner or the smoking section set a person with short cropped blonde hair, dressed in a pair of jeans and a white button up shirt, across the back of the chair was thrown a navy blazer, reading news paper, while waiting for the found to be brought. It was busy true but it shouldn't take this long to get, it was beginning to get annoying, and to top it off some mother was fusing at her kid. ** I should have picked another place to eat.**
A few minutes after thinking this and looking back through the paper, a slight little tug was felt on the jeans. I looked down and saw a small child sitting on the floor, her small hand on my jeans. I looked her over light blonde hair, the beginnings of blue eyes. I also noticed that she was crying, well actually starting to. I smiled a little as I reached down to pick her up.
** How do I talk to a kid? ** I thought for a minute. "Hi little one. Where's you mommy?" It was the only thing that I could think of.
At the word mommy, her eyes brightened and she looked around, but I guess she didn't see her, and she started to cry when she turned back to me.
"OK, ok little one don't cry, I'll find your mommy." With that I stood up with her still in my arms. I noticed then that she was in a powder blue dress with white shoes. Why she picked me out of everyone else in the restaurant is beyond me. I'm not the motherly type. I knew no one in my section had a child with them, so headed to the non-smoking section, where I wished I was sitting but when I came in this was all they had. So I had to deal with it.
I looked around and saw the manager talking to a woman holding a small child close who was crying. One look at the child and I knew where her mommy was. I walked quickly over to the group, adjusting my hold on the little girl as I went. "Excuse me." I said when I was close enough. It didn't get their attention. "Excuse me." I said louder this time, and was able to get their attention. The woman holding the child turned around and her face brightened.