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


A/n: This is an idea that I've been toying with for a while now. I don't know what there is about it, but I find it to be quite interesting. Perhaps if I tried writing it down it may leave me alone. Well, here goes nothing.


Warning: standard warning disclaimers apply. This fic isn't for young children. Adult themes will be present, so I would advise you to turn back if you are not of age or into that kind of thing.


Chapter 1


Brown eyes squinted and blinked trying to adjust to the sunlight that tried to blind them even though it only would have caused pain. Sightless orbs focused on everything and nothing trying to get a bearing on their location. This however failed to provide little aid. Even the sounds filtering into the brown-eyed woman's ears did little to help her determine a single useful thing. She could hear people talking, some commenting on her choice of an outfit. Though she had to wonder what that had to do with anything.

It wasn't as if she were naked, far from it in her opinion. She wore a black and white stripped sleeveless t-shirt, and a pair of knee-length red shorts. Granted on the right side she had a hole, but it wasn't anything too obvious. Yet the men and mostly women acted like they had never seen another woman's legs before. What was the big deal anyway? It wasn't like she had committed a crime… right?

Bare toes walked along what felt finally polished wood. Yet it still hadn't hit the woman where she was. Though wood wasn't exactly a sign of anything that would make since to her. Her steps were slow-pased as she continued to move about trying to carefully balance her weight. Her body felt week, and she couldn't shake the feeling of tiredness that seemed to cloak her being in its grip. Unseeing eyes looked distant and withdrawn, as if the woman was seeing something no one else saw.

Suddenly, everything stopped, all the sound died out, the people ,the light, just everything. She didn't even feel herself falling. Nothing but darkness complete darkness. It had come on so suddenly she hadn't time to prepare for the promised impact, one that would send her spinning only to land face-first on the wood she had been dragging her body along. Why hadn't she noticed it? Why hadn't she been alerted to the possible danger? Had she known most likely she would not have tried what she tried. And found the first avaible place to sit.

Fifth Officer Harold Lowe had been walking about making rounds when he had overheard of the commotion some first-class women were making. He of course would go over to them to find out what was wrong, but didn't expect to be something requiring his skills. However, the woman in question that had caused quite a stir among the first-class women, had just caught his eye when he saw her falling to the deck. Before he could blink, she was face down on the deck, and he feared what state she could be in. For all he knew he would be touching a fresh corpse. Completely disturbed by this possibility he knelt down in front of the girl removing one of his gloves to check for any sign of life. Pressing two fingers to her neck, he felt the faint heartbeat that singled she was alive.

A look of relief washed over his features as he turned the girl on her back to give her a better opportunity to breathe with a little more ease. She seemed from a quick observation, to be breathing normally, but it was quite clear she was in fact unconscious. He could not just leave her like that not knowing what had caused her to simply fall like that. She had done so without any warning what-so-ever, and from his vantage point it looked as if she had hit pretty hard.

With great care, Harold picked up the woman adjusting her in his arms. He knew that you shouldn't move an injured person, but he couldn't leave her there either. No he had to get her some kind of help. So, he took her to the ship's medical ward in order to have her looked at by the on-board doctor. What he didn't expect, was for her to wake up and stiffen almost afraid to struggle knowing her current position. It was if she knew should she struggle, she could end up falling again. "You'll be alright. I'm taking you to get some help."

She didn't know what to think. She could probably flip, only to land on her face again, but regardless of this, it mattered not to her. She realized how week and sore she actually was when she no longer had the weight on her body. Her limbs were shaking, and she complitated telling this person, no man off… but fear had stopped her cold. She wouldn't do anything whilst being held, but the moment he released her and she regained some form of control over her failing body, she would fight him and run.

"You'll be safe I promise no one is going to hurt you." There was his voice again. So soft, gentle, and reassuring. It was if her eyes mostly showed every emotion that pored freely from her being. Not suprising in the slightest. But, who was this person whom had a firm grip on her? The girl sure didn't know, and despite his reassurances, she still felt very uneasy. However, she remained quiet not able to muster up the strength nor the courage to fight him. In fact she wasn't sure how strong she actually was.

Finally the two came to a stop, and she felt herself being readjusted to free up one of his hands. Closing her eyes she could hear a knock fallowed by a man giving them permission to enter. "How may I help you? Mr. Lowe?" the doctor asked upon sight of the woman in his arms.

"She fainted up on deck sir. She seems to have come too, but hasn't spoken or anything. I want her checked out to be sure she's alright." The man carrying her stated, a Mr. Lowe, was it?

"Very well sir, if you would just put her down on the bed and step outside, I'll let you know what I find."

Harold nodded carefully lowering the shaking girl on the bed. "Don't worry, this is the doctor he won't hurt you."

"No, I'm fine. I'll be fine." The girl spoke for the first time since, god she couldn't even tell. If her voice sounded this bad to her own ears, she could only wonder how it must have sounded to them.

"I'll determine that miss, now just relax and we will get this over with . the doctor countered. "Fainting for no reason is something that should be taken seriously."

"I know that, I have a laundry list of health problems. I could easily list them off to you, but honestly…. I don't think you have the common sense to listen. All you doctors are the same, quacks in white lab coats that think you know everything." Kayla said a bit more forcefully. She sure didn't want to be messed with by a man who thought he knew her more then sh knew herself. She had enough of medical malpractice and she hadn't the strength to go through more. And, yet she knew she would sound less then fine especially when he started to ask her the general questions that every doctor asked. God, how she hated the thought. Yet, while she might not be able to stand on her own two feet she would be content to be left to her own devices. Of course she wouldn't get that chance.

"Miss I'm going to need you to be calm while I check a few things out. I promise I won't hurt you." The doctor said.

The brown haired woman decided to comply as long as he didn't start poking and proding her like a pin cushion. If he were to do so she would actually have to become physical, a skill she gathered probably would not do well to improve her situation. Oh god, as long as he didn't ask the year, or date or something like that, she was fine, but he would probably do so making her sound insane unless perhaps she was right. But, something clicked in her brain. The doctor had referred to the man who had brought her in as Mr. Lowe. She only knew of one 'Lowe' and her mind started spinning. ::no… it can't be:: she thought.

"Miss can I have your name please?" the doctor's voice broke the woman out of her thoughts, and she replied all be it a little distantly. "Kayla Tsukino."

"Now, Miss Tsukino can you tell me where you are?" the doctor continued his question taking note in the sudden behavior changes she'd undergone. One minute she looked capable of literally ripping him apart provided the chance, and now she seemed distant.

"A doctor's office." Kayla said a bit irrably. Despite the war going on in her head, she was going to be as vague as possible.

"Can you elaborate on that?" the man questioned wondering how much she knew, and how well her brain was functioning.

"No, I don't know exactly." Kayla answered as a realization dawned on her. "It must be on a ship of some sort." She surmised though which one hadn't quite struck her. But there was no mistaking she could hear a constant hum, and the distinct feeling of motion despite being lying on a bed that felt attached to a wall. But, that wasn't what got her attention, the simple fact she could still feel it as subtle as it may have been while being carried. She knew it wasn't her body doing it, so what could it have been? Anything she guessed.

The doctor tried to get through the questioning as much as possible, but started having difficulty when it came to more exact questions such as the year. The answers left him a bit perplexed, but made note of it and would discuess it with officer Lowe who was waiting outside so he could decide what next to do with her. It was apparent she was either mentally ill, or a stow away. Both possibilities were reasonable enough, but the latter seemed the most reasonable after a thero check of her body which resulted in a fight and her being physically restrained while the exam was being performed. He suspected her to be depressed or out running an abusive situation, which could also explain the decline in the mental state.

While she didn't seem to be to terribly under weight, he did take note the various scratches and cuts along her body. Some old, some new, some that had long since turned into scars, not long ones, but mere dents in her skin, so small it only stood out because the doctor was looking for something, anything, that would prove that some of the injuries she sustained were self-inflicted. And, he also suspected she had developed an eating disorder, which would explain the fainting even though Kayla argued it was due to low blood sugar. The doctor of course didn't believe her despite the fact she had volunteered her complete medical history to him. Then again, Kayla reasoned without all the various scans avaible to prove her right, he was only making a guess. So, she simply let it go deciding that the doctor wasn't worth the effort, and withdrew into herself and waited.

She sat in the doctor's office listening as the doctor explained his diagnosis to Officer Lowe, stating he simply didn't know what else he could do. The officer nodded deciding to go ahead and take the girl someplace where he could watch her, or have someone watch her, while he discussed her situation to the captain.

Kayla decided it wasn't in her best interest to argue. At least not now. She wished she could say she was used to this kind of treatment, but still somehow. It hurt none the less to have complete strangers no less not believe her. So, she did what she did best, shut her mouth and try not to cry. Amazingly she hadn't had an emotional meltdown over this, but that didn't mean one wasn't around the corner. Those tended to pop up unexpectedly, and it didn't matter where she was or what was happening. The smallest little thing could set one off, and often she wasn't aware of them until she started shaking and unable to talk. But, so far so good. She wasn't even trying to talk anyway.

The trip to god-knew-where was done in complete silence. Kayla chose not to talk, even though she wished desperately she could just disappear. Instead she would have setteled for feeling completely numb to the world. Yet it seemed that whatever higher power existed, if one existed at all wasn't granting her any luxuries. Her only salvation to the pain, was when she felt herself being lowered into a chair. "Stay here, don't move." Harold's voice cut through the silence not that Kayla was going anywhere.

"I'm god-knows-where, on some kind of moving object. Where in the hell would I go?" she muttered under her breath.

Harold shook his head. This girl was testing his last nerve. He could only hope after a proper meal and some sleep she would mellow out, but truth was he didn't know her. He didn't know what to expect from her. She could always be this way, which would drive not only himself, but pretty much everyone nuts not knowing what to expect from her. Instead, he simply shook his head spotting his friend James Moody passing by. "Hey Mr. Moody." He called.

"Yes sir?" Moody asked. "What is it?" he asked. It must be something important if Harold wasn't using his first name.

"Could you watch Miss Tsukino over here, make sure she doesn't try and bolt. I need to have some words with the captain.

Moody blinked, but did what his friend requested. Who was this girl anyway, and why would she feel the need to run. What crime could she have done to warrant such actions? Maybe if he talked to the girl, perhaps he would get some answers. "Miss Tsukino?"

Kayla looked up, but she chose not to speak. At least not at first. "are you here to charge me with whatever crime I must have committed?" Her voice was low, a bit broken, and she looked basically like hell.

"In truth, I don't really know what's going on. I was hoping you could tell me." Moody replied, keeping his tone neutral. Perhaps if he tried a non-aggressive approach he could gain her trust, and hopefully get to the bottom of this mystery.

"That makes two of us." Kayla replied, her tone reflective of how she felt, worn and defeated.

…then again, maybe not…

Harold came back into the room a few minutes later and placed a tray in front of Kayla. "You need to eat something. Doctor's orders."

Kayla nodded, and picked at the food on her plate before actually tasting it. Her sugar was low, which explained some of her bitterness, but something kept eating at her. Something was seriously wrong. And, she had a feeling this wasn't some insane dream no matter how much she wanted it to be. Something in her stomach told her it was real, quite real. Putting the names together, she could only make one guess as to where she was.

…she was on Titanic…