A/N: Ok, to clear a few things up.. I don't know that much about the .. Sailor Moon series to really mix all that stuff in, and this is fanfiction so I figure that obviously I can change what I want. So .. there's not going to be any Sailor Senshi and all of that in the story. But as for the Gundam Wing stuff.. I know a bit more about that, so I might put it in.. or I could just say it does happen, I just might not mention it all that much.

Summary: Umm it's a year after Usagi graduated highschool and one night she has continuous dreams about an old friend that used to be really close to her. (Any questions or confusin's then just ask.)

Enjoy. (the Disclaimer's at the bottom for spoilers)

Dream Catch Me - Chapter 01: When I Fall

I closed my eyes. And just guess who I saw?

Him.

He was always there.

I don't think he'll ever leave. I'm not sure if I want him to, either.

It hurts to think of him, but it's lonely not to.

For a long while, he was the only one there for me.

When I needed someone the most, he always just seemed to know when to jump in and save me.

But now, the only time I see him, is in my dreams.

Maybe it'd be better for me if I didn't dream of him so often.

I might be able to let go of him that way.

I hate that he left just as easily as he came.

Just like everyone else.

..I hate remembering all of that.

And I hate how I can remember it like it was just yesterday. It's all just too fresh in my mind.

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"Hey Minako! You want to go out today? I've been bored all day, I need to get out."

I heard the rejection in her voice before she even finished her first sentence, "I'm sorry, Usagi. I'm too busy. Maybe some other time, ok?"

I also heard no real apology in her voice.

"Yeah, it's ok. Bye."

"Mhmm, bye.

I knew there wouldn't be 'some other time.'

That's how it always was.

But what would I know?

Maybe they were actually all just really busy.

I decided to be optimistic and keep that thought running through my head while I dialed another number.

Ring ring ring…

"Hello?"

I listened to Makoto's half-hearted attempt to sound cheery, and I guessed she didn't want to answer her phone after taking a glance at the caller id.

But I pushed that thought out (doubting my friends wasn't a very good thing to do at the moment) and kept thinking optimistically.

"Hi! Makoto! How are you?"

I decided to talk about her instead of myself first.

Maybe that was the real problem.

"I'm fine," I held my breath, I knew what was coming, "but I'm extremely busy today. Umm is there something you needed?"

I nodded my head yes, even though I knew she couldn't see me.

"No. I just felt like calling."

It felt weird hearing myself lie through my teeth like that.

Even someone as stupid as me would've noticed the dejection in my voice.

"Oh! Well, I'm sorry, I can't talk right now. Being busy and all, you know?"

I couldn't tell if the small cheery laugh in her voice was fake or if she was just happy that she didn't really have to deal with me.

The optimism was lost on me. I was certain it was the latter of the two.

"Yeah, I know. I guess I'll talk to you some other time then. Bye."

She said her own farewell and hung up.

I couldn't stop the tears from falling while I listened to the dead line on the phone.

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I hated it.

I really did.

I don't think I've ever hated something so much.

I sat up on my bed and wiped the angry tears away with my memory.

I looked at the clock, it was almost three in the morning, and I didn't want to go to sleep and see him again.

That would've been worse than thinking about my so-called friends.

At-least I still saw them sometimes.

Rarely sometimes.

About half a year ago, I figured they were probably no longer 'busy.'

But I had gotten into the habit of no longer running to them when I needed comfort.

For a while, I had had someone else.

I remember that like a never-ending dream.

It's like I have it playing on repeat.

I'm just too lazy to find the remote or go up to the VCR to press stop.

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"..being lost is never a matter of not knowing where you are; it's a matter of not knowing where you aren't - and I don't care at all about where I'm not."

I quoted my favorite book while I walked down an unfamiliar road.

Mostly because it helped me feel a bit more confident, I didn't want to believe I was really lost.

I remember first reading that book, The Phantom Tollbooth.

I'd felt so lost before.

I hardly ever thought positively anymore, but I'd kind of forced myself to believe in what Alec Bings had said.

I saw a street sign with a familiar name, and guessed that I was right to believe in him.

I turned right, knowing that I'd get on home soon enough.

I wasn't in any hurry though, and I took my time looking at all the scenery.

It wasn't very nice scenery though.

The first thing I saw was the big truck, then I saw the little boy.

I couldn't even scream, I was too shocked.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was about to happen.

I felt a large wind when he ran past me, nearly knocking me over.

I managed to catch my balance, I was oddly determined to see what was going to happen.

My second positive thought of the day, I really believed that both him and the little boy were going to be ok. I really believed they would both make it out with no more than maybe a few scratches and bruises.

The damn truck wasn't slowing down though, he pushed the little boy out of the way but didn't make it in time himself. I ran as fast as I could, pulling my phone out and dialing 911 while trying not to trip over my own feet.

Even before I got close enough to see his face, I knew he was unconscious.

I tried my best to keep my voice calm while I explained what happened to the police, they said they'd send an ambulance and asked me to stay calm.

But as soon as I hung up, I let myself panic.

I had enough sense to step away first, I knew if everyone else saw me panicking it would just make things worse.

Not even a minute later I heard the sirens, and felt a little bit better.

I was still on my toes though, while I watched them pull him onto a stretcher and into the back of the ambulance.

I soon realized he was going to be leaving, and I wanted to know who this 'Hero' was.

Hospital records and things like that are confidential too, so I thought as fast as I could.

I ran up to the ambulance before they closed the door and asked if I could go with them.

One of the doctors turned to me, while the other still worked on 'my hero',

"Are you a relative of his?"

His hair was brown, and mine was blonde, obviously we weren't related. And I doubted I could pass for his wife, so I went for the next best thing.

"No.. but I am his girlfriend."

I wasn't sure, his face was starting to bruise a little, but he did look older than me if not the same age.

I saw no reason for them not to believe me, and I doubted they'd want to waste time.

"Ok, hop in."

For a moment I thought he didn't believe me. But he reached out his arm and helped pull me in beside him, and I thought I heard him trying to comfort me, reassure me that he would be okay, but I was too busy looking at his face.

I quickly forgot my worry of being found out, for both of those reasons.

It was obvious that even with his face in the condition it was in, that he was simply gorgeous.

His dark brown hair was the perfect shade against his lightly tanned skin.

I was glad that the doctor turned away from me to help the other doctor, he probably would've been freaked out at my expression.

I was sure it was more one of awe than of a worried girlfriend.

I was sure at that moment, that either way, I probably wouldn't care what the doctor might've thought of me.

I forgot Alec Bings, I let myself get lost.

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I soon found myself.

I was waking up.

I looked at the clock, it was 5:13.

In the morning.

So much for not dreaming about him.

I didn't care though, that was one of my most favorite memories of him.

Too bad it would soon turn into a nightmare if I let myself go back to sleep.

I knew I was too focused on the bad parts of my past.

There were plenty of happy moments, tons in fact, that I would love to dream of and relive.

I was just too scared to take the chance and end up in the wrong memory.

I knew that being scared wouldn't change anything, my tired eyes were already falling asleep on their own.

I was too tired, I didn't want to fight it.

I vaguely remembered someone once saying that if you smile before going to bed you'll have good dreams.

I grabbed a little hand mirror off of my nightstand and forced a smile on my face.

It was so fake I could feel a strange sense of disgust rise in my stomach.

I wondered if that's how other people felt when they saw me smile.

But a smile was still a smile, nonetheless.

I laid back down, still smiling, and let myself give in.

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"Usagi! You're here again? Thanks for coming!"

I turned to look at the doorway, and I saw Duo grinning at me.

I don't know why he was always so shocked to see me here.

I know I never was.

I never had anything else to do, or anyone else to hang out with.

I turned back to look at the bed I was sitting next to, and I heard Duo walk by me and change out the almost dead flowers next to the hospital bed.

'My hero' was sitting up and looking out of the window.

He always did that when Duo showed up, even though Duo said they were friends.

He was never really treated like one.

I never really was treated like one either, but I didn't know him as long as Duo had.

Heck, I still didn't even know his name.

He didn't talk to anyone except Duo.

I never heard him talk.

Duo told me some of the things he said to him when we'd hang out, outside of the hospital.

I knew if I wanted to, I could just look at his nameplate outside of his room, but for some un-explanatory reason, I wanted him to introduce himself.

Duo thought it was weird when I told him that, but he dutifully watched his tongue to make sure he didn't ruin it for me.

"There we go," I looked at Duo as he finished throwing the new flowers into the vase, "So! Usagi, how about me and you go out for dinner tonight? Some of my friends have been wanting to meet you."

He leaned against the bedside table and looked at me expectantly.

It made me feel awkward, he'd told his friends about me.

I didn't like that.

His friends were probably really nice.

They'd probably talk as much as he did, he always reminded me of Minako.

That was one of the reasons I liked and hated hanging out with Duo at the same time.

That was one of the reasons I liked coming to visit at the hospital so much.

I saw through my peripheral vision that he had turned his head from the window to look at me.

I didn't feel awkward anymore.

I don't know how to explain it, but every time he did that, I felt at ease. I felt like I could get lost and not ever have to be worried about being found.

I usually always did, especially when I stared back into his Prussian blue eyes.

He never looked away when that happened.

It was like a strange case of euphoria.

I felt like he understood me, and I felt like I understood him.

And that made no sense.

We'd never shared a word between each other.

And I felt like we never had to.

He probably wondered why I came here.

I turned my attention back to Duo, "Umm, sure. Why not?"

I wouldn't have anything else to do after visiting hours were over anyways.

"Cool. I'll pick you up around 5:30 then?"

I didn't like the way he made it sound like a date.

But I said yes anyways.

"Where are we going?"

I didn't really want to know.

If it was somewhere expensive he'd probably try to pay for me.

I'd guessed that he had a thing for me.

And every time I saw him, he confirmed it for himself.

I tried my best to look past that.

"It's actually.. A party."

I tried not to show how annoyed I was at his sheepish little smile.

And just like I always did around my friends, I hid my true feelings.

"Really? That sounds nice."

It was always easier to fake around Duo.

Maybe because he bought into it so easily.

But I was kind of surprised at how sincere I sounded.

"Cool. It's a kind of dinner party. At Quatre's place," I remembered the name, he was the rich one, "you don't have to dress up if you don't want to. But if you need something to wear then just call me. I'll ask Relena to lend you something."

I remembered that name too.

Of course I did.

She was once known as the queen of the world or something.

I remember being kind of shocked that Duo was friends with her.

But he seemed to know a lot of many different people.

"Oh, I'm sure I have something at home."

I smiled at him, as sincerely as I could.

"Awesome," I heard his stomach growl, and he laughed some weird little sheepish laugh. "Haha, if you'll excuse me. I require the services of the cafeteria at the moment."

I wasn't sure if he noticed I didn't laugh at his poor attempt of a joke as he ran out the door.

But I forgot him completely.

"Why do you always do that?"

I forgot everything completely.

I spun around so fast I could've knocked myself out.

I steadied myself as best I could and stammered out the first thing that came to mind.

"Wha-wha-..what?"

I knew I must've looked like a complete idiot.

But I was too captivated by his voice to care.

His deep but smooth voice had rung through my ears like I'd been deaf my whole life.

I hadn't realized that I'd been holding my breath until I had to answer him.

"I said, why do you always do that?"

I sucked in a huge gulp of air.

"Why do I always do .. What?"

I knew I really must've looked like an imbecile while I tried to steady my breathing.

"Duo's too stupid to notice. But it's obvious that you're faking all of that sincerity."

I probably would've been insulted, and retaliated had anyone else said something like that to me.

"How did you know? I knew I wasn't a good actor at all. But everyone seemed to buy it."

I wondered if he was as surprised with my honesty as I was.

"Every time.. Duo's not here, you seem happier. I mean, you seem really content with yourself and where you are. Like the small smile on your face comes easy for you. And when he shows up, you push yourself. You have to force yourself to smile, and talk cheerfully."

I realized I'd never really thought about how I looked around him, I normally just thought about how he'd looked.

His bruises were almost gone off his face, he'd just need a little bit of surgery to fix the bones in his abdomen.

I was always so marveled at how he seemed so peaceful, when he must've been in so much pain.

"I .. I don't really get what you mean."

He looked out the window for a minute and looked back at me, "I don't either. I just can tell that you seem truly happier when he's not around."

That strange urge to be honest was almost tranquil.

Like if I lied to him, all hell would break loose.

"It's not that he makes me unhappy. I just don't.. his bubbly attitude just makes me feel like I have to be happy around him. Or at least look like it. You said so yourself, I only seem happy."

He looked away out the window again, I waited five minutes to see if he was going to say anything more.

He never did.

I got up and walked out of the room, and I could tell he was staring at my back when I walked away.

All hell broke loose.

Before I even got to my apartment, I was crying my eyes out.

It had been the first conversation we'd ever shared.

And I'd gone and lied to him.

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I woke up again.

The clock was reading 8:17 now.

I had work in less than an hour.

But I'd already made my decision.

My boss said I'd be fired if I missed another day.

But I wasn't going to miss the chance for another one of my favorite memories of him.

I'd woken up at the wrong time.

The memory wasn't over yet.

I knew what was going to happen next.

I put on that small smile that I knew he had been talking about in my dream and laid back down again.

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the plot of this story. I don't own Sailor Moon, Gundam Wing, the song "Dream Catch Me" by Newton Faulkner (which is really good btw.. go listen to it), or the book The Phantom Tollbooth (which is really good too).