Disclaimer: I don't own anything sailor moon. If I did, I'd be rich.

Okay, wrote this years ago and I know Elsyion's spelled wrong but it's a pain to change it all. there is an OC, but she wasn't written for Sailor Moon. She has her own story I'm working on, so don't give me any guff about her. There are proper Sailor OCs later on, but this is mostly focused on Mamochan. Enjoy!

Elsyion's Heir

Ch.1 Chiba-sama's Secretary

Chiba Mamoru didn't understand why his wife was so touchy on the idea that he needed a secretary. He had a nice sized work load now that he was practicing medicine full time and he needed extra help with the paper work. A secretary would be rather good for both of them. He'd have more time to be with her and their baby girl. Usagi was being irrational about the whole affair.

Affair…

Mamoru slapped himself in the forehead. That must be it. She was afraid that he'd get a cute secretary and have an affair. That was just ridiculous. Why would he have an affair with her as his wife? Usagi was… is … Sailor Moon, the champion of love and justice, the most powerful and shining star in the whole galaxy and could easily get him to do whatever she wanted, even though he was the prince of Earth.

That was the strange thing. Usagi was the crowned princess of the silver millennium moon kingdom and they knew for a fact that in about 100 years they'd be ruling the world as king and queen, but right then they were in a small two bedroom apartment and he was finally getting above water at his clinic. They were two of the most powerful people on Earth, and yet they were at the bottom of the food chain, being eaten alive by bills. The stress of an everyday life was getting to him. And he wasn't the one with all the power either. He was just Sailor Moon's husband, Tuxedo Mask.

It had been five years since either of them had to take up their super hero roles though. Five very peaceful years as he recalled. In that time, they were married, had their baby girl Chibi Usa, he'd finished college and started his own practice. They were content and the world was at peace. Mamoru smiled at that thought and made it at last to his office door, looking around. There were three energetic young ladies waiting to be interviewed. One had a low cut blouse and another wore more makeup than clothes. Those were the kind that his wife was worried about. The third one though was waiting in her chair with a medical text in her hands, reading, and she didn't try to make herself any more attractive.

That instantly caught his attention. She seemed more interested with the work than in the person she'd be working for. The girl even looked different, completely sticking out. Her light brown hair was tied into a tight bun at the base of her neck but wisps of hair kept coming loose. She wore a jean shirt and skirt, both of them covering up what the other girls were showing, and a set of glasses that almost hid her warm brown eyes. She was dressed for an interview, not a date. She looked up from her book after a moment and looked straight at him. Her face worked hard to conceal her emotions, but he could see she was excited to be interviewed. She had a determined look in her eyes and she rose from her seat and approached him, taking the initiative.

"Mr. Chiba?" she said in plain English. That was unexpected. This girl was an American, a pure blooded American with a distinct west coast accent. She stuck out her hand for him to shake. "Hi," she said in Japanese, "I heard you were looking for a secretary. I'd like to take up that position." She smiled politely the whole time.

Mamoru took her hand to shake it and felt something immediately. This girl, somehow he knew, was the perfect person for the job. How she was, he hadn't a clue, but he knew she was. He smiled at her and nodded, shaking her hand. "All right then," he started, "How soon can you start?"

The girl blinked, startled by how easy this suddenly became. "Immediately if you like. But…" She looked over to the other girls who were gaping at them, "wouldn't you like to interview the others, or see my credentials first?"

Mamoru shook his head. "No, I already know you have what it takes." He smiled at her and looked over to the others. "The position's been filled. There are some other doctors in this duplex you could entertain though if you're interested." He looked away from the disappointed girls and went into his office at last. "Come on in. I have to draw up a contract for you." As an after thought, he asked, "What's your name?"

The girl swallowed nervously. "Marian, Sir. Marian Renee Glimare."

Not long after the contract was signed and they agreed on a set amount for pay, Marian was directed straight to her new desk. She took one look at it then looked over to Mamoru, her eyes flat. "You really don't know how to organize these things do you?"

Mamoru shrugged and looked a little guilty. "I've just been so busy that I haven't had time to file anything in a while. What with Usako and Chibi Usa being born." He looked guilty at her blank look. "My wife and daughter. We just had her, Chibi Usa, so I've been out of sorts for a while."

Marian smiled understandingly. "New borns do that I've noticed. Even grandparents get a little side tracked when the baby comes." She looked at the piling papers and sighed. "Well, on to work. Those cabinets over there right?" She pointed to a set of filing cabinets in the corner and Mamoru nodded. "Good. One thing I forgot to mention. I get a bit paranoid and anxious when people watch me when I work. I'd appreciate it if you didn't watch me when I file things." She was very serious it seemed and he didn't press the matter.

Mamoru shrugged. "That's fine. I need to set up for today's appointments anyway." He then left her alone to work as he set off for his. She didn't come in and interrupt him as he worked either, which made him happy and he didn't bother her as she filed things, which made her happy. The whole morning long they contently did each of their jobs, not bothering each other.

Around noon Mamoru left his secluded office and peeped into his new secretary's progress. At that moment, Marian Glimare was arms deep into one filing cabinet, shifting folders around. She was muttering to herself too, and from what he knew of English, it wasn't all that friendly. She hopped off her stool she used for that cabinet and breathed out a few more words, this time in a language he didn't recognize. It had rolled 'r's though and was very fast, so he presumed it to be Spanish. He shrugged. She already knew Japanese, why not Spanish? "How's it going?"

Marian turned to him, not even startled that he was there. "Fair enough," she mumbled. "That drawer over there is broken and another one is too full to close. I think we need a better filing system." She looked over at the rest of the work. "I found some bills that need to be paid and a few calendars that have hundreds of items on them." She gave him a disapproving look. "You really needed to organize yourself better. I found a pair of socks in one of those drawers and in this one…" She reached back into the drawer she was fiddling around in and took out a recording device. "I don't even want to know why this was in there."

Mamoru took it from her hands and started to analyze it. It was a cheep tape recorder with a timer on it. He turned it over in his hands. "I've never seen it before. Must have come with the cabinet."

Marian shrugged. "Maybe. Why are you out and about? I thought you were busy." Her stomach growled then and it dawned on her. "Forget I asked."

Mamoru laughed. "I usually get coffee at this time. Care to join me?" He put the device on her desk and motioned to the door.

Marian cringed. "I don't drink coffee. It's really bad for you and it smells revolting. I don't want any more problems than I have to have." She looked up at him, a cautious glare coming from her. "You shouldn't drink it either. It takes out your stomach lining and makes ulcers easier. Plus it's easier to slip you a mickey with coffee."

"I'll remember that." He waved it off and went on his way. "You're missing out on meeting the neighbors though." Marian shrugged and went back to work as he shut the door.

Mamoru lingered in the coffee room, talking with other doctors and practioners in the complex. They were all friends and one of his wife's friends, Mizuno Ami, a doctor and Sailor Mercury, worked there as well part time. She worked also at the local hospital but Mamoru knew her to be an over achiever and workaholic. She'd save everyone in medicine just to stay out of her lonely apartment. Of all the sailor scouts, only he and his wife were married, despite all the times the other girls had tried. Ami ignored men mostly, but the only times she fell sick, he knew, was when a man came into the picture.

That lunch time he went over to her and talked. "Ami-chan! How'd business?"

She turned to face him. "Mamoru-sama!" A smile appeared on her face. "It's been pretty good. No major injuries all day. You?"

"Two new pregnancies and a handful of small broken bones, nothing big as of yet. The day's still young though." He sipped his coffee and set it down, remembering somehow his secretary's words. "I got a new secretary today."

Ami nearly choked on her instant ramen and looked at him. "A secretary?"

Mamoru nodded. "After Chibi Usa was born, I realized that my paperwork's been adding up. I need someone to do the day to day things while I take care of the rest of the matters. She's already doing what's needed. She even found Usako's socks." He rubbed his stubbing chin. "I've been looking for those. She seems good, but I can't be certain until later."

Ami's eyes were beginning to pop out. "Did you do any background searches on her? Check her credentials? Find out how many words she can type in a minute?" Mamoru shook his head. "Why did you hire her then?"

"I shook her hand," he muttered. "I knew instantly she was the right one." Ami looked at him, doubting less but still not all that satisfied. They'd been friends for quite a long time now and they both knew each other's abilities, like Mamoru's psychometry abilities. He could see things others couldn't, heal with a touch and knew how a person was with a simple handshake. If he only knew, then he knew.

"What's her name? Does Usagi-chan know?"

Mamoru grimaced. "We had an argument about secretaries this morning actually. I haven't called her and said that I have one yet." He laid his head down. "She'd going to kill me." Ami laughed weakly. "Her name's Marian Glimare. She's an American."

"Glimare?" Ami cocked her head. "I'm certain I've heard that name before."

"You want to meet her?" He looked up at her expectantly. If Marian received a good word from Ami then everything could go much smoother.

Ami thought about it then nodded. The two left their break room and went down to his office. As he opened the door, he heard something fall off a desk and Marian cursed again in another foreign language. "It never fails," he heard her mutter. "Get one thing organized and the thing you started on an hour ago goes to pot." She was a lot harsher now than she was earlier, but as soon as he saw her, he knew why. A large stack of papers that laid on the desk only half an hour ago spilled all over the floor. Marian glared at it and adjusted her glasses as she picked up the stack, making smaller, neater stacks as she went. She looked up at him, breathed in and cringed. "You smell horrible."

"It's not that bad. It's just coffee." Ami crept in slowly behind Mamoru, making not a sound. "What happened?"

Marian sighed. "I was trying to fix that drawer and this leaning tower of paper fell over." She looked closer at one of them. "Another bill. Must have missed it. What else did I miss?" She looked around at the paper on the floor, trying to gather all the information on them in one sweep. She picked out another bill from the papers. "You really didn't go through these before the baby did you?" She looked slightly amused.

"Babies do that," Ami said in his defense. "Most first time fathers forget about things when their baby is due." She came out from behind Mamoru and helped her pick up the papers. Mamoru also helped; he felt a little guilty about the pile for obvious reasons.

Marian shrugged. "Not all fathers. My brother Arnold brought hundreds of papers over to his daughter's birth. Pat said it calmed his nerves. I thought he looked silly." She laughed a little at the memory and picked up the last paper. She started to chew on the inside of her mouth as she surveyed the room. "This is going to take a while." She looked at Ami for once and noticed that she wasn't anyone she met before. "Thanks for the help. You are…?"

"Doctor Mizuno Ami." Ami held out her hand and Marian easily took it. "I'm one of Mamoru-sama's and Usagi-chan's friends. You started today Mrs. Glimare?"

"Miss," Marian corrected. "Yes I did. Please forgive the mess," she waved her hand to the room, which was more disorganized than a mess. "I haven't had enough time to fix it all quite yet. Do you work in the complex Mizuno-sensei?"

Mamoru left them to chat and went back into his office with a few of the bills Marian had unearthed. As the afternoon passed on, he continued to have a steady trickle of patients while Ami and Marian talked and worked on the papers. Around 7 o'clock, Mamoru heard Ami start saying goodbyes to Marian and went into his office, leaving Marian to work alone again. He looked up at her expectantly. "Well?"

Ami shrugged. "She's nice enough. Bit of a busy body too. Oh, and she has a boyfriend." Mamoru's eyebrows shot up. "Apparently he's the best thing ever and no one can compare to him. She's making you some tea right now. If you'd like to set some ground rules, it'd settle, I think, a lot of future problems, with her, our co-workers and Usagi-chan." She smiled pleasantly. "Not everyone can sit down and talk things out with her like I did." She shrugged. "I better get over to my other work. I've spent too much time here." She smiled, said goodbye and left his office without another word about it.

Mamoru whistled. "A boyfriend eh? Now that's interesting."

A moment later Marian knocked on his door and came in with a steaming cup. "I thought you'd like a cup of tea. It smells better than coffee and has a similar effect at least." She held the plate with only the tips of her fingers and Mamoru instantly knew she was once a waitress. He took the tea and thanked her. It was peppermint and somehow he knew it wasn't the normal brands people usually drank. Marian smiled and turned to leave him alone at his desk. She stopped at the door though then turned back to him.

"Sir? Is it alright if I speak frankly about something?" She was obviously nervous about something so he nodded as he drank the tea. She relaxed a little and took a little courage. "Sir, I noticed that when you hired me this morning that you didn't do anymore for an interview than shake my hand. Those circumstances are… fishy in people's eyes and people might talk and…" She looked straight at him and her tenitiveness stopped, looking a bit miffed. "Did you choose me because of my chest size?"

Mamoru choked on his tea and coughed for a bit. "Did I what?"

"Well it's just my friend Arleen told me once that all the male teachers listened to me because I had a big chest. She keeps comparing mine, hers and Limara's chest sizes all the time and she says that the reason I get all the attention at work is because mine's the biggest. I didn't think so, but when you chose me so quickly I just got to thinking about it and it was the only logical conclusion I could come up with at the moment aside from divine intervention, not like I'm denying that that's a possibility at least, but still highly unlikely. And I know that some employers are just looking for a pretty face as a secretary so I was just wondering…" She looked at Mamoru, dieing of laughter on the floor. "You're laughing. I'm being serious and you're laughing?"

Tears swelled up in Mamoru's eyes as he tried to look at her seriously. He couldn't though and gave out a few more gales of laughter. Marian looked at him as he laughed, huffed out once and then started giggling herself, shaking her head. After a minute, he gained control of himself enough to talk.

"No, it's not because of your bust size." He laughed a little more. "I seriously need a skilled secretary. I kind of have a sixth sense about people so when we shook hands," he put his hands out leaving it at that. "That was all."

Marian blinked, looked to the side, looked down, then back at him. "Huh! How about that. When would you like to close up sir?" She was already back to business.

"After we set some ground rules down and get to know who each other are." He waved over to a seat across from him and took up his tea. He rather liked it. Marian sat down obediently, pausing only a moment to adjust her skirt so it kept covering her thighs. "Ami-san is a very good friend of my wife and I and before anything can go anywhere, she recommended that we set down some rules, for safety sake. Rule one," he blushed slightly as he mentioned this, "we aren't going to sleep with each other."

The expression on Marian's face was one of rage, shock and disbelief. "Did you even have to say that?" she asked flatly. "Of course we aren't! You're married and I've got a boyfriend, not to mention that my religion doesn't allow it." She shuddered and cringed. The thought seemed to make her very tense and angry, something she seemed to want to avoid.

"Good. Now that's out of the way, we have to convince the rest of the world that we never will." He coughed, more out of nervousness. Maybe this discussion was dumb after all. "Two, there may be times when I'll be running out of here without a single explanation. Don't ask why, don't investigate. Three, my desk is my own so it's off limits. I'll give you everything you need from it. And four, we never mention anything about this conversation ever again, okay?"

Marian nodded. "Can I add a few things then?" Mamoru nodded. "Alright, my father's family has a bad reputation world wide. I don't follow that family business but you might get some guff from it. I'll respect your privacy, but you also should respect mine. Deal?" She held out her hand. She was being very honest about this, he noticed, so he took her hand and shook it, reaffirming the feeling he received earlier.

"Deal."

A/N: So yeah, if you're looking at my name, this is the character I originally made it for. That's your only hint as to who she is. pay attention to the little things okay?

Just so you know, it's after Stars, kinda blending both manga and anime, and not too far into the future. Been a bit since I've had anything to do with this one, so enjoy it. My writing and focus has changed since. Still a superhero nut though. =P