Disclaimer standards apply, I don't own Titanic or Sailor moon. I do own Kayla and the plot though.

A/N: This is the sequel to A test of faith, set in the months following the sinking. Again mostly centered around Usagi. Again I know about the inquests, but I'm not going to get into detail about it, because they aren't important to the story.

Warning: This story will contain adult material. Subjects covered will be, but are not limited to sex, violence, and language. Other adult-related themes are also possible.

Chapter 1

For the past few days, Kayla had done nothing but rest. So much so that by the time the Carpathia docked on the night of the 18th, she was sick of it. Part of her wanted to move about, mostly her mind, but her body wasn't wanting to comply. The April air was still cold, and it took several hours for passengers to be allowed to leave the ship. Those who had family and friends waiting for them had been permitted to disembark first, but officers and those who were alone, like Kayla, Rose and Jack had been forced to stay behind. Jack's condition had improved, but he was still going to be shipped off to a hospital for further observation. Rose of course wanting to stay with him as much as possible. She had barely left his side since they both fell into that water. And, she sure looked like it. Her skin was pale and she wore the same dress and coat from that night. The only thing missing had been her lifejacket which she'd promptly returned.

Harold had told the officers aboard he would be taking Kayla with him, to which the brown-haired girl didn't protest. She couldn't survive out on her own without anything too weak to do much of anything. She had regained some strength over the past few days, but not enough to take care of herself. Like rose and most of the survivors she wore the same thing she wore when the Titanic sunk Though she had been provided a wheelchair in order for her to get off the boat.

The month fallowing the sinking was a whirlwind of activity. From the moment the Carpathia docked in New York The press was all over the sinking. Loved ones were distraut at loosing someone to the icy cold North Atlantic, and inquires had been launched. Some survivors, the sovivering crew, and some senet members gathered at the Waldorf-Historia where some of the seven hundred and five known survivors were being given a place to stay. Some like Jack had been hospitalized their conditions still unknown. The official numbers had not yet come out, but an estimated one thousand five hundred people fell into the depths of the Atlantic when Titanic sank from under them. The inquests would continue in England, and it was Harold's last day in New York for a while. He had taken Kayla in with him, and helped her to recover. But, weather it was a sign of growing feelings or not, he was not fond of the idea that Kayla would be forced to live on her own. She had nothing to live on, even though she saved any money she could get her hands on. He supposed she could survive, she was strong, but still he was concerned.

It had been over a month before Kayla had any contact with her people, her time and even her sister. For the first three days after the sinking, Kayla could barely speak much less sit up on her own. Harold had tried sending messages, with her phone, and even through the wireless, but nothing happened. He received no reply, and without an address it was a bit difficult to even attempt to locate the woman refered to as Sailor Pluto, or as Kayla sometimes refered to her as Satsuna. It was if the woman never existed. One day Harold had questioned her, but she mealy said time travel is real complex. There's no way to know for sure what's going on at the gates unless you were there. But, a sickening thought occoured one of which Kayla never spoke. Perhaps saying it would make it real.

"Kayla." Harold approached Kayla who was folding some of her cloths on her bed. She had been staying with Harold ever since the Titanic docked in New York, and they had been living out of hotels for obvious reasons. The inquests kept Harold in the states for a month, when his home was back in England. "I have to return to England for the British inquests. I don't know when I'll be back in New York."

Kayla nodded in understanding already not sure she'd like the direction the conversation was going. "So I'll be on my own then." She stated more then asked.

"About that, I thought about you coming with me. I know that idea may not sound so appealing but while I know you're quite capable of taking care of yourself, I don't like the idea that you'd be living here on your own. I'd be too worried."

Normally something like this would have Kayla seeing red, usually because those who would tell her this truly didn't believe she was capable of taking care of herself. But, Harold had given her space. Allowed her to make her own choices and recover at her own pace. When she needed help he was by her side. And, if he couldn't be, another one of the surviving officers would be around to help her out. But, even that wasn't enough. If Harold left she wouldn't have anyone, unable to find employment in her current condition.

For the most part Kayla had completely recovered. But her legs were damaged far more then they had been before. Doctors were unable to tell why, but assumed that there could have been some brain swelling that killed off more brain cells responsible for motor fuction. Of course most didn't really take her cerebral Palsy into account which would also explain the decline. It was just a lot more obvious of her condition now than before the ship sunk. "I see. When do you have to leave?"

"Tomorrow morning." Harold stated.

Kayla didn't speak for several minutes unable to compeherend what was going on. She knew without a doubt she couldn't help her growing feelings for him. He had given her a reason to open up and trust, something she had conflicting feelings on. And, weather he admitted it or not she too had been there for him as well. The inquests had been brutal, and the memories and images difficult no matter how many years of experience on the sea, some things would always be difficult to handle. Seeing dead bodies that could have been saved was one of them. And, while Kayla herself was spared such a fate Harold was in charge of the rescue boat, she herself being one of the few saved. It didn't change what Harold had seen. And, as childish as it sounded, Kayla wanted to go with him. "I'll go with you."

Harold smiled at her as he reached out and gave her a hug. As he pulled back, their lips met briefly weather they had actually planned it that way or not. "I'm sorry." He said. "I shouldn't have—"

"No I wanted to do that." Kayla said with a smile shocking herself with her own decorlation. "I'm not going to lie, despite my better judgment knowing I could be gone at any time, I can't help the fact that I've I'm…" Kayla stopped herself. "I think…."

A hand cupped her cheek as their lips met a second time, this time a bit longer and stronger. By the time oxygen was required, both were breathless. "I think I might be in love…" she paused. "… with… you." She finally managed to get the words out, their lips meeting once more, this time with all the pent up emotion both seemed to have been holding back.

Harold didn't know when it had happened, but he couldn't deny it. It may have been a little over a month, but the feelings were real. She had done more for him simply existing then anyone had. He may have been lying mostly to himself if he didn't admit, at least to himself, that he started to fall for her. His fellow officers seemed to know much sooner than he did, but he reasoned with himself he didn't want to be wrong. She was right, and getting attached and involved could be a mistake. She could get the opportunity to go home at any given time being forced to leave him behind. So naturally she wouldn't want to get attached, but they both had, and they were just going to have to make the best out of the time they had.

If anyone knew that feeling better then anyone, it was Kayla. And, she did not regret anything she had done, and if their relationship did advance to the next stage she would meet it head on and stop being afraid. She knew time was short especially hers, and while it may force her to rush things, or not do certain things, then that was just that. Harold had wrapped his arms around her waist, while she locked hers around his neck. They had been in this embrace before, but it was different now, he wasn't lifting her in and out of her wheelchair, no he was kissing her, and she returning them. A knock broke their mood forcing them to break apart.

"Harold, Are you going to be ready for Tomorrow, and is Kayla coming with us?" The voice of second officer Charles Lightollor called through the closed door.

"Yeah, I'm all packed, not that I had much to pack." Harold replied as he crossed the room to open the door. It was no surprise to see him with Kayla, often he would be helping her to do something. The pile of half folded clothing suggested just that, but the slight flush on his face didn't go unnoticed. A smile spread across the second officer's face as he could guess what the two of them had been doing.

"About time, I was starting to think the two of you would never get it." He grinned.

Kayla lie flat on her back her hands covering her face. She suddenly felt like a kid caught in the cookie jar. But, she should have been used to this type of behavior. After all, they had known each other for quite a long time and had been through a lot. But, it still didn't change how she felt about the subject.

October-November 2002

Usagi was afraid to move from her spot under the tree, but she could hear activity around her. Her face was red from crying and her clothes soaked from spending the night in the rain. Although the morning did bring with it a dryness, it still didn't change things. Usagi wanted all of this to be a bad dream, but somehow she knew it wasn't. But, a girl could dream right?

Usagi dug through her school bag and pulled out her purse. She found a few hundred yen and smiled. At least she would be able to buy something to eat and ice cream sounded good right about now. Not feeling very hungry, she ordered a small sundy and ate it slowly. Everything looked the same, but why did people look like they didn't know her? And, why were they staring? Probably because of the fact she was in need of a bath.

A woman in her early twenties walked into the establishment and Usagi's eyes looked as wide as dinner plates. She had chery red hair and looked a lot like Chibi-usa, only with a bit darker skin, and different facial features. Her hairstyle looked a lot like Usagi's did, but her hair wasn't nearly as long. "Oh my god." Usagi spoke back in her native tongue without thinking. Her voice caused the woman to turn just enough, their eyes locked and all color drained from her face.

"If you were clean I would sware you were my grandmother." She said. "Well, when she was about my age."

"Wh—what?" Usagi said. "Can I speak to your mother… please…?" Usagi didn't know why she was being this forward, but she needed answers and she needed them quickly. Maybe this Chibi-Usa's look-a-like-could-be-daughter could possible provide some much-needed answers and hopefully some dry clothing.

"I guess so, but I don't know why. You just look like you could have been her, if she was living in this day and age… and clean. What happened to you anyway?"

"I spent the night at the park." Usagi left out the fact her parents had completely forgotten about her, and therefore she had no where to go. With Mamoru dead after all what reason did she have for living? But, maybe there was a reason behind this madness and speaking to a woman who could very well be chibi-usa would be well worth it in the end.

After she finished her food, Usagi fallowed the woman who said she might be her granddaughter. The possibility was real, but Usagi dnidn't want to think about it. What could she possibly say? What should she do? For the first time in her life she had nothing to say.

"Mom I'm home." The mystery girl called as she entered her home. Out of habbit Usagi removed her shoes without being asked, and for good measure her socks as well. Carrying her scocks in her hand she slowly walked into the home. It looked a lot like her home growing up, but it was different. Very different. The paint color, the wood, the layout to a degree, but what was really strange was the pictures. Most of them were black and white and some of them were of her with an infent Chibi-usa. More and more Usagi felt real sick to her stomach. Did she go to far in the future?

"What are you doing here?" An older, but somewhat fimular-sounding voice asked eyeing Usagi. The woman in front of her was nothing like what Usagi expected, but at the same time a lot of her resembled the Chibi-Usa she knew, only she wasn't the child of seven who captured everyone's hearts. Her hair was darker, a more natural-looking red with spots of gray. Her face shown her age, and she looked almost like black lady as far as her figure went, but she bore no markings that distinguished her a member of the black moon family. "Aninie could you be a dear and leave us alone?"

The woman nodded leaving Usagi alone with the older version of chibi-Usa. "I'll repeat myself what are you doing here? I would know if we encountered any dark threats."

"I was hoping you could answer some questions for me." Usagi said with a shakey voice. What is going on, and why do you look like you could be in your early fifties?"

"That's because I am. Usagi you became pregnant with me officially back in 1912. I'm half lunarain thus why I don't look a day over fifty even though I'm closer to one hundred. I'll be so next year in fact as far as physical age goes. My daughter is actually in her fourties, but she'll still cary half our family traits within her. The slow aging. Its only allowed to progress because our race ois dying out despite having one child a generation that carries our bloodline. This would have happened even if Mamoru had been my father, but ideally you would have created crystal Tokyo, so restoring our lifeline to its native state. But, that didn't happen. You conceved me on the Titanic, or don't you remember that.

"You mean Cal… he's…. your…." Usagi was speechless for several minutes as the information sunk in." So this isn't…."

"That's right, this is a vision of the future. This is what has happened to us since you made that mistake. Usagi… you can't change the future without changing the past. You you conceived me more then ninty years ahead of schedule. In fact chances are because of chaos I may not have been born. But, nomater how it happened that night I'm guessing April 11th is when I was conceived. Its been basically almost a week. Too early to tell. But, since I exist at this moment, the facet is you are."

"That explains a lot, but Why don't my parents remember or recognize me."

"Usagi did you honestly think that you could possibly conceive a child in the past and not have it effect the future? In order for you to have me you need to go back to 1912. Your history was rewritten so you could cary me to term."

"If I don't then what? Won't things go back to normal?"

"No, you can't and it won't you've already changed the future."

"But, what if I—"

"Usagi that isn't very wise. No I wouldn't exist, but it wouldn't fix everything. Since you got to close to someone from the past, you can't change it. Not even if you went back to before that night and prevented the events. You can't control time no matter how much you want to, what done is done and you have to live with the mistakes you have made. You can no longer exist in this time and you need to think of a way to survive in 1912. I don't know how you are going to do it, but that's your only option."

Usagi broke down as the harsh reality came crashing down on her. It had been the second time she cried in as many days, and knowing she couldn't recreate her future by returning to the past, she did know one thing she had to do something.

Usagi Tsukino was now homeless, with child, and broke. She couldn't exist in what would be her future, and she didn't want to go back to the past. But, she had to do something. But, before she could make a decision she had to know.

"…And, Mamoru is he…?"

"No, he's alive and well as are the girls. However they aren't going to know you since you have no history with them. Yes, you're still sailor moon, and yes they are still sailor senshi, but the events that braught you together never happened. "And, don't bother going to them. They aren't going to know you."

Usagi felt like she had been punched in the stomach. That was not exactly news she wanted to hear, but regardless o if she wanted to hear it or not, it was the truth. She had come seaking answers and while Chibi-usa hadn't given her details, she knew there was only so much she could tell her. After that was the second most important rule of time travel. A person isn't meant to know their future in respects that its not set in stone and anything could happen at any time. Usagi had made that mistake once, and in doing so she lost her clostest friends.

Not able to handle anything, Usagi fled not sure what she was going to do. She had to do something. She would change Chibi-usa's life, but maybe she could live here in modern day despite the fact she was technoly the longest person to hold a child—and she was just getting started at that. And, she wouldn't exactly be able to explain that. Maybe Ami had become a doctor, but no Ami was still the same age she was when everything ended. She would just be starting medical school if anything.

For the next month Usagi lived on the streets getting her meals from soup kitchens and living under bridges. On decent nights she slept under her favorite tree but, she couldn't raise a child under those conditions. She hadn't had a proper shower in a long time nor did she have anything clean to ware. What little money she did have would have even bought her a decent pair of shoes. But, she wasn't sure she could go back to the past. But, then it occurred to her, she would be taken care of.

May 1912

Usagi couldn't believe she was back here. When she crossed Satsuna at the time gate she had demanded the stolen key. There was not going to be any more time jumping and she was going to make sure of that. As a punishment, Kayla was now forced to live in the past and make a life for herself, and Satsuna could not comicuate with either of them. Kayla had run out of time, but it wasn't entirely her fault. Satsuna blamed Usagi for all of it. Thus the reason for taking the key. Should cermstances change then and only then could the girls and her resume speaking. But, now she had to remain at the gate.

Usagi stood in front of the large home. She looked like she had come out of a gutter, but what choice did she have? She would have to return to Cal, and she didn't know if she wanted to do that. She had gone to a hospital before arriving and confirmed her pregnancy before tracking down the steel tycoon. But, now came the hard part telling him she was pregnant.

"May I help you miss?" a maid asked.

"I'm here to speak to a Mr. Cal Hockley. Does he live here by chance?"

"Yes, may I ask who's asking for him?" the made asked.

"Princess Serenity." Usagi responded using the name that she had had on Titanic. She had never given her real name, and surely her title would grant her entrance into the home. Her looks certainly weren't going to do the job. The maid however seemed to buy it and motioned for Usagi to enter the home while she sent for Cal. On instinct, Usagi removed her shoes, carrying them with her. She had clean socks, something she had managed to obtain from one of the homeless shelters, so did not feel the need to remove them. The hospital had provided her with a day dress to put over her still corseted slip. Her hair was still a mess and her face showed signs she hadn't had a proper night sleep in weeks. But, spending a month living on the street caused a person to sleep with one eye open.

Inside Usagi could hear the slight sounds of arguing coming from the upstairs before Cal appeared in the formal sitting area. Once the now-frightened maid left Cal shut the door and glared hard at Usagi. "Come back begging for more you little slut?"

The way he spoke those words, sent shivers down Usagi's spine. Never had anyone spoken to her like that, but she had to do this. She needed a father for Chibi-Usa even if she existed now only to be arm candy and pro-create. She sollowed hard before speaking. "You… got me pregnant…"