Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I don't own Sailor Moon. I didn't write the song "I've Finally Found Someone." Some one else did all that. Who? I dunno. I did however, write this story, for better or for worse. And, the sailor signs are my own creation, although the idea of Sailor-anything isn't. If any of this was my idea, I'd have a lot of money and merchandise and the market.
Oh, and. If Amy seems a little out of character, I intended for it to be that way. She's 22 and has become more open over the years. Well. . . here's the story.
I've Finally Found Someone
It was a cool rainy day in Cambridge Massachusetts. The rain came down softly as a blue haired girl opened the door to her apartment, and threw her wet umbrella to the floor. She walked into the bathroom, and pulled her short blue hair out of its little ponytail, and dried it off with a towel. A sudden flash lit up her dark apartment and was accompanied by the low rumbling of thunder. She put her hair in two small braids and walked into her bedroom.
She smiled as she threw herself on her bed and once again read the letter of acceptance. "Miss Amy Anderson." She said as she sighed, then read the words "Harvard Medical School." She couldn't believe that she was going to go to one of the most prestigious medical schools in the United States. She was only a few more steps away from obtaining her dream of becoming a pediatrician.
She'd been through a lot to get where she was. College was tough so far, but through studying, she still managed to be at the top of her class. With all that accomplished, she still felt like she had missed out on certain things. Time continued to be a problem for her, as it had been in junior high and high school. Sure she had friends, but to date. . . She always felt like she had no time for that, although she wished with all her heart to find someone. At twenty two, she still dreamed of meeting the man who she would meet and immediately fall in love with.
Other than that, life was pretty good to her. Sure, she still missed her friends, all of them. Even though she occasionally felt as if she was different from the them, always having her head in a book, she would never forget what it was like to hang out and study. Then there was also battling evil, as a sailor scout. She picked up her transformation pen and looked fondly at the sign of Mercury on it. She could remember all of those times.
She was thousands of miles away from where those happy memories occurred. She hadn't seen them since Serena and Darian's wedding, and that had been three years ago. She still kept in touch, but she felt as if she was drifting away from them.
Suddenly, a bright light shown through her bedroom window. At first she thought it was lightening, but then something that resembled a ball of light came into her room. Then, the form of a person appeared, a person she knew all too well.
"Trista?" Amy called out, "Is that you, Trista?"
"Yes Amy, it's me. I have come because the future needs your help."
"How does it need my help? I would think that Serena would be the one who. . ."
"No Amy. It is you we need. I'll be very blunt. Terrible things have happened in the future; terrible high tech wars have been waged, and have died down. Things started to calm, but I sense a great evil is coming. Your assistance is needed, to help guide the future Sailor Scouts."
"How can I help. What you're talking about must be many years in the future."
"I need to ask you to sacrifice your present life for the future. You will need to be frozen in time for three hundred years. You will awaken in a time period known as After Colony 202. This time the universe as we know it is in great peril."
Amy sighed as she thought about the future she had planned out for herself. Ever since she could remember, she had wanted to help children. If she did this, she might lose out on that chance, but if she didn't. . .
"You're worried about your future. You want to be a pediatrician, don't you?"
"How do you know?"
"Don't be alarmed, I know these things. Rest assured Amy. You can still live out your dream in the future."
Amy thought for a second, "Will my powers still work?"
"Yes, in fact, you will need your powers. In this time period, there are a new group of sailor scouts. I'll go over all of this when you wake up."
"But. . . how will I know what to do. . . where I am?"
"When you awaken, you will find a communication device. I will be unable to appear to you myself, but I will leave you a message that will clear up everything. . . by the way, like the hair."
Amy laughed slightly, "Thanks," She had let it grow out a little. It was still short, but not as short as it was before. Amy began to think. She knew what she had to do. "I'll do it." Amy said with conviction. A light surrounded Amy, and then she felt nothing.
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The year AC 202
Quatre Raberba Winner sighed as he read and signed yet another document. He stood up and stretched, and upon hearing his back crack loudly, twice, he sighed again. "I've been here for what, four, five hours." he said to himself as he sat down and rubbed his blue-green eyes. He leaned back and closed his eyes.
He was about to fall asleep when Iria walked in. Quatre opened his eyes and looked at his beloved older sister, noting that she still limped slightly from that fatefull day when she saved him. He shuddered to think that she had almost died, and he had almost lost two people he loved in the same day.
"What're you up to Quatre?" Iria asked. Quatre could see a hint of worry in his older sister's eyes. Quatre had been working. A lot. He had been shut away in his office for far to long, in her opinion.
He wearily combed his hand through his platinum blonde hair. "Work." was all he said as he reluctantly looked up to meet his sister's disapproving stare.
He waited for her to say something negative, but instead, she took a chair and sat down in front of his desk. "Quatre, I think you need a vacation."
"Vacation? What's that?" He said sarcastically. He was tired, he didn't need this.
"Quatre, I know the works piling up on you, but look at yourself. You're overworked Quatre. You're losing weight and obviously not getting enough sleep. You look like you're ready to drop."
"Maybe when there's less work, but not now."
"Quatre, there won't be less work. I remember the way father worked. This corporation is not easy to run. We'll just have to hire some help."
"Iria, everything's going fine. . . I'm okay."
"No. Besides everything else I've mentioned, you don't really have a life anymore. I can't even remember the last time you played the violin and the piano." She paused for a moment, then continued, "You haven't even seen your friends in months."
Quatre didn't say anything. He looked down at his desk. Everything Iria had said was true.
Iria continued, "Quatre, your're 22, when was the last time you went on a date?"
"I don't remember." He said quietly, realizing just how right Iria had been.
"I rest my case." Iria stood up and walked away.
Quatre watched the door close and got up from his desk again. He had a headache now, and decided to go on a walk. Maybe some fresh air would do him good.
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Amy felt like she was awakening from some strange dream, only to fall into another. She slowly got up from the soft cushiony bed she was sleeping on, and stretched. She looked around the room and found no one, then remembered what Pluto had said about a device. Amy searched everywhere and although she was delighted at the sight of a huge library, she was dismayed to see that she couldn't find what she was looking for. She sat on a chair, sighed, and looked at the desk next to her. She gasped with delight. A small computer like machine stood on the desk.
Amy pushed a button, and a hologram of Pluto appeared, and spoke. "Welcome to Earth in AC 202. This Earth may seem very different from your own. I regret being unable to guide you myself, but I have faith in you. First off, I will tell you a little bit of history. Things you should know if you are able to fit in in this time.
"Some time ago, Earth began to colonize space. I won't go into detail, but a war broke out between Earth, the colonies, and a group known as Oz. I won't really go into the key players of the war, but two of them, Relena Peacecraft-Yuy, and Heero Yuy, hold power in the newly rebuilt Sank kingdom, where you currently reside. Heero Yuy and four other young individuals piloted a set of five Gundam suits, huge robotic fighting machines. The war is over, but a new evil is unfolding. There are three scientists who used to work with Oz. Since the end of the world, they've been determined to destroy all life on the colonies as well as Earth, as a sort of punishment. They stumbled upon the evidence of Mistress Nine and going to attempt to resurrect her and Pharaoh Ninety. You are going to need to stop them, but you're going to need some help.
"Somehow, you're going to need to contact the Sailor Signs. I don't know who they are, except that they go to Sank University. It may be difficult, but I trust that you'll be able to find them. If you were also to get the help of the ex Gundam pilots, that could help you as well. However you go about it, I cannot stress enough that you will need the help of the Sailor Signs. In order to destroy Mistress Nine, Sailor Aquarius, head of the Sailor Signs, needs to use the water staff. Aquarius' power is rivaled only by Princess Serenity. Hers is the only power that will destroy Mistress Nine forever.
"I've left you money, and this furnished house. The money is in the safe to your right which has a key sitting on top of it. There is also a more current ID. I hope that you don't have trouble surviving and fitting in here. Good luck, Amy. The fate of future generations rests you. Good-bye." The hologram disappeared, leaving silence.
It was quiet in the room once again.
Amy had never felt so alone in her life.
Amy looked at the spot where the hologram had once been. She then looked at the door. It's now or never she thought to herself as she walked to the door and opened it. She expected to see flying cars and bizarre looking people, yet things seemed pretty normal, almost like they did in the twenty first century. She wanted to go out, somewhere, anywhere, but she didn't know where she could possibly go. She closed the door, turned around, and decided to explore the house some more.
After some time, Amy found a computer. She was surprised that, after all these years, they still had computers similar to her own. The computer showed that there was a cafe within walking distance. Why not? She thought to herself. Besides, I could use some coffee. Amy looked behind her and saw the huge library. I know Serena would make fun of me. . . but. . . She picked one she hadn't read, Earnest Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms, then opened the safe and took some money out, and walked out of the house.
Amy looked around her. There weren't that many people around her. It was a Wednesday, that was what the computer had said, people were probably at work, but it still seemed odd. She opened the book and began to read Hemingway's vivid descriptions.
She looked up and saw the cafe, then looked back down at the book. She was just about to continue reading when someone walked into her.
Amy dropped her book, and saw a CD player fall as well, breaking. "Oh I'm so sorry," she said.
"No, that's okay. I wasn't looking." he said politely. They both bent over to pick up their fallen objects and bashed their heads together.
Amy laughed as she fell on her butt. "I guess we're both clumsy."
The guy was also sitting on the sidewalk and laughing. He picked up her book, "I think we have something else in common." He too was reading A Farewell to Arms.
She laughed again, then smiled at the guy. He looked like he was about her age, and she had to admit that she was attracted to him immediately. He was tall, about six-three, with platinum blonde hair and greenish blue eyes. He was wearing khaki pants and a white button down shirt. He was easily the most attractive man she had ever met. She wanted to introduce herself, but didn't know what to say. Then she looked down and saw the CD player, broken, "Oh, no, I'm so sorry. I broke it." She picked it up, and he took it from her hand.
"That's okay, it was an accident," he said as he took it from her hands, "You want to, maybe get some coffee, or something?"
"Sure." Amy managed, her excitement building. He helped her to her feet, and like the perfect gentleman, he opened the door to the cafe for her. She was amazed at how polite he was, especially because she was a complete stranger. They went to the counter, and ordered coffee, then sat down at a table and waited.
"I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Quatre Raberba Winner."
"Quatre. . . that's an interesting name. I've never known a Quatre. My name's Amy Anderson." she smiled, "Have you ever known an Amy? It's pretty common."
"Actually, one of my sister's is an Amy."
"One of your sisters? So you must have more. What are the other's names?" She didn't know why she was asking. Maybe she liked hearing him talk, but perhaps it was just curiosity.
He blushed a little in embarrassment. He didn't know how to say that he had 29 sisters and didn't exactly know all of their names. He decided to just name off the few he did know. "Well, there's Iria, Amy, Isabella, Pandora, Portia, Tidi, Diana, Sarah, Jennifer. . . um. . ." he searched his memory. Truth be told, he hadn't even met all of his sisters.
Amy was speechless, but somehow managed to say, "You have that many sisters?"
"Actually, more. This is gonna sound a little odd. I have twenty nine in all, and I haven't even met them all."
"TWENTY NINE. . . Sorry, so, where do you rank among them?" She knew she was prying, but she couldn't seem to stop.
"I'm the baby." He said with a little smile. "Anyway, I'm not that interesting, how about yourself. What's up with your family?"
"I'm an only child. I was born in Tokyo and I just moved here."
"You don't look Japanese."
"I get that a lot, where are you from."
"I'm Arabian, but I grew up in the L4 Colony."
"You don't look Arabian." She said with a sly smile.
He smiled back and repeated what she had said, "I get that a lot."
Their coffee arrived, but just as Amy was about to pay for hers, Quatre stopped her. "That's okay, I insist." He pulled out his wallet and went through a few hundreds and fifties, and several twenties until he got to some ten dollar bills. He pulled one out and paid for the coffee.
Meanwhile, Amy was speechless. Is he loaded? she thought to herself. Oh my God. He handed her the coffee, "Thanks, but you really didn't have to do that."
"That's okay. I don't mind spending money on beautiful, interesting women." he said with a smile.
"Well, I don't want you to go bankrupt on my account." Amy replied, blushing at his compliment.
Quatre smiled as he picked up the two Hemingway novels from the table, but then something occurred to him. She must have absolutely no idea who I am! he thought. She seemed a little shocked when she saw all the money, and she offered to pay for herself. Every other girlfriend he ever had, hell, most girls he met expected him to pay, whether or not they outwardly showed it. He could tell. But this girl, she seemed oblivious to Quatre's great wealth and she treated him as if he was just some average guy. Well, at least she isn't into this for the money. He looked at her. "Do you want to go to the park, maybe go on a walk or something?" he asked as he picked up the broken CD player.
"Sure." she answered softly, "that sounds nice." They walked out of the cafe. She watched as Quatre put his book and CD player in a convertible that looked brand new. "Wow." she said in amazement, "So, did your parents buy you that, or do you just have a high paying job?"
He looked down at his feet. She was probably the first person to ask about his parents. Everyone else seemed to recognize him as Quatre Raberba Winner, one of the richest men in the world, despite his age. They also knew the story of his parents. "I have no parents." he sighed.
"I'm sorry."
"No that's okay. Let's go." They began to walk to the park, which was only a few blocks away from the cafe. Quatre took a sip of his coffee. "I'm sorry that I've made you feel uncomfortable, it's just. . . I don't know."
"That's okay. You barely know me, you don't have to talk about this if you don't want to."
"It's just that. . . I think I like you, you know, I mean I know I like you, but I think I like-like you. Agh!"
"I think I really like you too." Amy said with a smile.
They walked to the park in silence, hand in hand. When they arrived, they sat on the benches and watched the sunset. "I'm sorry about before. You're the first person in a while who didn't recognize me."
"What do you mean?" Amy asked as she looked into Quatre's deep blue-green eyes.
"There's some stuff that I need to tell you about me, before someone else does. I am one of the richest people around. Not only on earth, but the colonies as well. I inherited the money and my dad's business when he was assassinated in front of me. That's only one reason for my fame. The other being that seven years ago, I was one of the Gundam pilots that destroyed the corrupt Oz."
"I'm sorry, I had no idea. I didn't mean to pry."
"That's okay Amy. . . I've never met anyone like you before."
"I've never met anyone like you either. I feel like I could tell you anything, and truthfully, there is a reason why I wouldn't know anything about all of that stuff, it's just. . . I want to tell you, but I don't know if I can."
"That's okay, if you can't tell me or if you don't feel comfortable divulging something, don't." He smiled at her. "You can be completely honest with me."
"Oh Quatre, you're so sweet." He put his arm around her, and she put her head on his shoulder. She couldn't believe that any of this had happened. It was so surreal, to be shot three hundred years in the future, and then to fall for an attractive, smart, funny, and RICH guy. She simply couldn't believe that it was real.
Later that night, when he had dropped her off at her new home, she lay in bed thinking. She knew that she had to figure out what she was supposed to do. If Pluto was right, then the world was in danger. She remembered when she had last met up with the power of Mistress Nine. It had taken control of a friend, and nearly killed them all. She prayed that she wouldn't have to relive any of those events again. Amy kept on thinking about Quatre, and realized that he could be in danger as well. This she couldn't stand to think about. She knew him for less than one day, and she was in love. She had to do something, but what?
Quatre, meanwhile, was on the phone with Trowa Barton, his best friend and fellow Gundam pilot. "Trowa. . . I think I love her." Quatre said. He was happier than he'd ever been in his life, "She's smart, beautiful, funny, sweet. . . the list goes on and on."
"Are you sure this isn't just infatuation or something? I mean, if it is love, than I'm happy for you, but. . .you just met her."
"I know, it's hard to believe, but you don't know this girl. She's coming over for dinner tomorrow. I can't wait."
"I'll have to meet her sometime. Anyway, I have to get off. Tell me how tomorrow goes."
"Sure, bye."
That night, Quatre had a strange dream. He was with Amy and there was a creature, a disgusting creature, bizarre in appearance. He tried to protect her, but was throw aside by a large clawed hand. When he looked up, Amy was wearing a blue mini skirt and a sailor suit. Then several more girls appeared, each dressed in the same manner as Amy, to assist her. But, the creature didn't seem to notice them, and went after him. He screamed and woke up suddenly. "Thank God it was only a dream." He said to himself as he wiped sweat from his forehead. Still, he wasn't entirely convinced that Amy or himself was completely safe.
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The next night
"Are you okay Quatre?" Amy asked with concern clearly showing in her blue eyes. Quatre seemed preoccupied and on edge since she had arrived. She hoped that it had nothing to do with her.
"I'm sorry, I just have a lot on my mind." he sighed, "Do you want to go for a walk in the gardens?"
"Sure, I think we could both use some fresh air." She followed him out to the garden, and was immediately amazed. There were trees, bushes, flowers, and beautiful fountains. She even saw roses that would have made Tuxedo Mask jealous. She sat down in front of one of the fountains, and watched Quatre walk to her with a beautiful blue rose.
"This rose, although beautiful, does not rival your beauty Amy." She took it and noticed that he had de-thorned it for her. She smiled, "Oh Quatre," She put down on the fountain, and they kissed. She looked deep in his eyes, "Quatre Raberba Winner, I love you."
"I love you too Amy Anderson." Quatre had almost forgotten about the dream, that was until the ground began to shake. He steadied her, and watched the ground a few feet away from them crack, and a creature, the creature from his dream, crept out from the crack. It was large and dog-like, with long hair, glowing eyes, and sharp teeth, dripping with saliva. It snarled and stood on two feet, clenching it's clawed fists. Then the creature let out a howl and began to charge.
"Amy! Watch out!" Quatre pushed Amy out of the way and took the creatures blow. He flew a few feet back, into one of the rose bushes, and didn't move.
"Quatre!" Amy screamed. "That's it. Now I'm angry. You picked on my boyfriend and now you'll pay."
The creature snarled again, and spoke, "You can't do anything little girl. You can't help him. I am The Guardian, and you'll never defeat me or Mistress nine."
Mistress Nine? Amy thought. But Serena defeated her. . . Never mind that, Quatre! "Enough!" She pulled out her transformation pen. "Mercury Star Power!" She screamed as she transformed into Sailor Mercury. "I will make you PAY!"
Quatre was meanwhile lying in the thorny bush. He rolled himself out of the bush, but couldn't bring himself to his feet. He looked down at his left hand, which was throbbing with pain and saw that it was sliced open, he also noticed blood spilling from a gash above his right eyebrow. I must have slammed into a branch, he thought as he wiped sweat and blood from his forehead. He looked at Amy and his vision began to blur. Amy. . . my love he thought as he slipped out of consciousness.
"Mercury Bubble Blast!" Amy screamed as she shot bubbles at the beast. Nothing happened. The creature laughed at her, "You're puny bubbles don't hurt me!"
Amy looked at the unconscious Quatre. She knew she had to do something. . . "Shine Aqua Illusion!" The creature barely winced, then charged at her, throwing her a few feet back.
"Give up little girl. You're not hurting me. . . I don't know why you bother, I don't want you, just that insipid rich boy you're dating. . . Give it up!"
Amy stood up slowly. "I'll never give up. I love him!"
"Humph! Love. . ." It was about to charge again when a voice rang loudly. "Halt, evil demon!"
Amy looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman about her age with long blue hair, wearing a sailor suit and carrying a long staff with a sapphire on the end. Eleven more girls, each wearing sailor suits stepped up as well. The one with the blue hair spoke again, "Love is a powerful and beautiful thing. Love conquers all, and so do I, I'm Sailor Aquarius, bearer of water and punishment for the likes of you!" She pointed her staff at the creature and the other eleven scouts yelled in unison, "And we're the Sailor Signs!"
"You may defeat me, but you will never defeat Mistress Nine," the creature said as it turned to the semi-conscious Quatre. It began to howl ferociously.
"What's it up to?" This time the voice belonged to a sailor scout to the right of Sailor Aquarius, who was wearing a black sailor suit.
"I think it's just blowing off steam." Aquarius answered. She was sure of her answer, until Quatre began to scream in pain, clutching his head in his hands.
"Quatre!" Amy screamed. She was about to run to him, but realized that the creature might get her too. "Do something!" She pleaded to the other sailor scouts.
"No need to ask." Aquarius said as she pointed her staff in the air, as if to control the very element themselves. She then screamed, "Aquarius. . . Arctic Wind. . . Annihilation!" A cold wind blew towards the creature, and upon impact, it disappeared. There was a deathly silence, with the exception of moaning over by a certain crushed rose bush.
Amy began to run towards Quatre. She knelt down next to him and cradled his head in her arms. He opened his eyes slowly, "Amy. . ." he managed to say. He saw right through her alter ego, Sailor Mercury.
"It's okay Quatre." She kissed his cheek, and looked up at the twelve sailor scouts.
"Is he okay?" Sailor Aquarius asked as she knelt next to Mercury, "He looks pretty beat up."
"I hope so. He tried to protect me. . ."
"So, who are you? I'm Sailor Aquarius, and we're the sailor signs." She introduced Mercury to the others, each of which were named after a zodiac sign.
"I'm Sailor Mercury." Amy said.
"Sailor Mercury?" Aquarius said in disbelief. "But, the last time I heard about a Sailor Mercury. . . she was around in the twenty first century and vanished without a trace."
"It's a long story. I'm worried about what that creature said."
"But we destroyed it; what can it do now?" Sailor Taurus, the Sailor scout in black said.
"It's Mistress Nine I'm worried about." Amy replied as she turned back to Quatre.
Well, there it is. My first fan fiction! Don't worry, it will get better. I'm a quarter into the second part entitle Only When I lose Myself. Anyway. Hope you liked it!
Oh, and. If Amy seems a little out of character, I intended for it to be that way. She's 22 and has become more open over the years. Well. . . here's the story.
I've Finally Found Someone
It was a cool rainy day in Cambridge Massachusetts. The rain came down softly as a blue haired girl opened the door to her apartment, and threw her wet umbrella to the floor. She walked into the bathroom, and pulled her short blue hair out of its little ponytail, and dried it off with a towel. A sudden flash lit up her dark apartment and was accompanied by the low rumbling of thunder. She put her hair in two small braids and walked into her bedroom.
She smiled as she threw herself on her bed and once again read the letter of acceptance. "Miss Amy Anderson." She said as she sighed, then read the words "Harvard Medical School." She couldn't believe that she was going to go to one of the most prestigious medical schools in the United States. She was only a few more steps away from obtaining her dream of becoming a pediatrician.
She'd been through a lot to get where she was. College was tough so far, but through studying, she still managed to be at the top of her class. With all that accomplished, she still felt like she had missed out on certain things. Time continued to be a problem for her, as it had been in junior high and high school. Sure she had friends, but to date. . . She always felt like she had no time for that, although she wished with all her heart to find someone. At twenty two, she still dreamed of meeting the man who she would meet and immediately fall in love with.
Other than that, life was pretty good to her. Sure, she still missed her friends, all of them. Even though she occasionally felt as if she was different from the them, always having her head in a book, she would never forget what it was like to hang out and study. Then there was also battling evil, as a sailor scout. She picked up her transformation pen and looked fondly at the sign of Mercury on it. She could remember all of those times.
She was thousands of miles away from where those happy memories occurred. She hadn't seen them since Serena and Darian's wedding, and that had been three years ago. She still kept in touch, but she felt as if she was drifting away from them.
Suddenly, a bright light shown through her bedroom window. At first she thought it was lightening, but then something that resembled a ball of light came into her room. Then, the form of a person appeared, a person she knew all too well.
"Trista?" Amy called out, "Is that you, Trista?"
"Yes Amy, it's me. I have come because the future needs your help."
"How does it need my help? I would think that Serena would be the one who. . ."
"No Amy. It is you we need. I'll be very blunt. Terrible things have happened in the future; terrible high tech wars have been waged, and have died down. Things started to calm, but I sense a great evil is coming. Your assistance is needed, to help guide the future Sailor Scouts."
"How can I help. What you're talking about must be many years in the future."
"I need to ask you to sacrifice your present life for the future. You will need to be frozen in time for three hundred years. You will awaken in a time period known as After Colony 202. This time the universe as we know it is in great peril."
Amy sighed as she thought about the future she had planned out for herself. Ever since she could remember, she had wanted to help children. If she did this, she might lose out on that chance, but if she didn't. . .
"You're worried about your future. You want to be a pediatrician, don't you?"
"How do you know?"
"Don't be alarmed, I know these things. Rest assured Amy. You can still live out your dream in the future."
Amy thought for a second, "Will my powers still work?"
"Yes, in fact, you will need your powers. In this time period, there are a new group of sailor scouts. I'll go over all of this when you wake up."
"But. . . how will I know what to do. . . where I am?"
"When you awaken, you will find a communication device. I will be unable to appear to you myself, but I will leave you a message that will clear up everything. . . by the way, like the hair."
Amy laughed slightly, "Thanks," She had let it grow out a little. It was still short, but not as short as it was before. Amy began to think. She knew what she had to do. "I'll do it." Amy said with conviction. A light surrounded Amy, and then she felt nothing.
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The year AC 202
Quatre Raberba Winner sighed as he read and signed yet another document. He stood up and stretched, and upon hearing his back crack loudly, twice, he sighed again. "I've been here for what, four, five hours." he said to himself as he sat down and rubbed his blue-green eyes. He leaned back and closed his eyes.
He was about to fall asleep when Iria walked in. Quatre opened his eyes and looked at his beloved older sister, noting that she still limped slightly from that fatefull day when she saved him. He shuddered to think that she had almost died, and he had almost lost two people he loved in the same day.
"What're you up to Quatre?" Iria asked. Quatre could see a hint of worry in his older sister's eyes. Quatre had been working. A lot. He had been shut away in his office for far to long, in her opinion.
He wearily combed his hand through his platinum blonde hair. "Work." was all he said as he reluctantly looked up to meet his sister's disapproving stare.
He waited for her to say something negative, but instead, she took a chair and sat down in front of his desk. "Quatre, I think you need a vacation."
"Vacation? What's that?" He said sarcastically. He was tired, he didn't need this.
"Quatre, I know the works piling up on you, but look at yourself. You're overworked Quatre. You're losing weight and obviously not getting enough sleep. You look like you're ready to drop."
"Maybe when there's less work, but not now."
"Quatre, there won't be less work. I remember the way father worked. This corporation is not easy to run. We'll just have to hire some help."
"Iria, everything's going fine. . . I'm okay."
"No. Besides everything else I've mentioned, you don't really have a life anymore. I can't even remember the last time you played the violin and the piano." She paused for a moment, then continued, "You haven't even seen your friends in months."
Quatre didn't say anything. He looked down at his desk. Everything Iria had said was true.
Iria continued, "Quatre, your're 22, when was the last time you went on a date?"
"I don't remember." He said quietly, realizing just how right Iria had been.
"I rest my case." Iria stood up and walked away.
Quatre watched the door close and got up from his desk again. He had a headache now, and decided to go on a walk. Maybe some fresh air would do him good.
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Amy felt like she was awakening from some strange dream, only to fall into another. She slowly got up from the soft cushiony bed she was sleeping on, and stretched. She looked around the room and found no one, then remembered what Pluto had said about a device. Amy searched everywhere and although she was delighted at the sight of a huge library, she was dismayed to see that she couldn't find what she was looking for. She sat on a chair, sighed, and looked at the desk next to her. She gasped with delight. A small computer like machine stood on the desk.
Amy pushed a button, and a hologram of Pluto appeared, and spoke. "Welcome to Earth in AC 202. This Earth may seem very different from your own. I regret being unable to guide you myself, but I have faith in you. First off, I will tell you a little bit of history. Things you should know if you are able to fit in in this time.
"Some time ago, Earth began to colonize space. I won't go into detail, but a war broke out between Earth, the colonies, and a group known as Oz. I won't really go into the key players of the war, but two of them, Relena Peacecraft-Yuy, and Heero Yuy, hold power in the newly rebuilt Sank kingdom, where you currently reside. Heero Yuy and four other young individuals piloted a set of five Gundam suits, huge robotic fighting machines. The war is over, but a new evil is unfolding. There are three scientists who used to work with Oz. Since the end of the world, they've been determined to destroy all life on the colonies as well as Earth, as a sort of punishment. They stumbled upon the evidence of Mistress Nine and going to attempt to resurrect her and Pharaoh Ninety. You are going to need to stop them, but you're going to need some help.
"Somehow, you're going to need to contact the Sailor Signs. I don't know who they are, except that they go to Sank University. It may be difficult, but I trust that you'll be able to find them. If you were also to get the help of the ex Gundam pilots, that could help you as well. However you go about it, I cannot stress enough that you will need the help of the Sailor Signs. In order to destroy Mistress Nine, Sailor Aquarius, head of the Sailor Signs, needs to use the water staff. Aquarius' power is rivaled only by Princess Serenity. Hers is the only power that will destroy Mistress Nine forever.
"I've left you money, and this furnished house. The money is in the safe to your right which has a key sitting on top of it. There is also a more current ID. I hope that you don't have trouble surviving and fitting in here. Good luck, Amy. The fate of future generations rests you. Good-bye." The hologram disappeared, leaving silence.
It was quiet in the room once again.
Amy had never felt so alone in her life.
Amy looked at the spot where the hologram had once been. She then looked at the door. It's now or never she thought to herself as she walked to the door and opened it. She expected to see flying cars and bizarre looking people, yet things seemed pretty normal, almost like they did in the twenty first century. She wanted to go out, somewhere, anywhere, but she didn't know where she could possibly go. She closed the door, turned around, and decided to explore the house some more.
After some time, Amy found a computer. She was surprised that, after all these years, they still had computers similar to her own. The computer showed that there was a cafe within walking distance. Why not? She thought to herself. Besides, I could use some coffee. Amy looked behind her and saw the huge library. I know Serena would make fun of me. . . but. . . She picked one she hadn't read, Earnest Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms, then opened the safe and took some money out, and walked out of the house.
Amy looked around her. There weren't that many people around her. It was a Wednesday, that was what the computer had said, people were probably at work, but it still seemed odd. She opened the book and began to read Hemingway's vivid descriptions.
She looked up and saw the cafe, then looked back down at the book. She was just about to continue reading when someone walked into her.
Amy dropped her book, and saw a CD player fall as well, breaking. "Oh I'm so sorry," she said.
"No, that's okay. I wasn't looking." he said politely. They both bent over to pick up their fallen objects and bashed their heads together.
Amy laughed as she fell on her butt. "I guess we're both clumsy."
The guy was also sitting on the sidewalk and laughing. He picked up her book, "I think we have something else in common." He too was reading A Farewell to Arms.
She laughed again, then smiled at the guy. He looked like he was about her age, and she had to admit that she was attracted to him immediately. He was tall, about six-three, with platinum blonde hair and greenish blue eyes. He was wearing khaki pants and a white button down shirt. He was easily the most attractive man she had ever met. She wanted to introduce herself, but didn't know what to say. Then she looked down and saw the CD player, broken, "Oh, no, I'm so sorry. I broke it." She picked it up, and he took it from her hand.
"That's okay, it was an accident," he said as he took it from her hands, "You want to, maybe get some coffee, or something?"
"Sure." Amy managed, her excitement building. He helped her to her feet, and like the perfect gentleman, he opened the door to the cafe for her. She was amazed at how polite he was, especially because she was a complete stranger. They went to the counter, and ordered coffee, then sat down at a table and waited.
"I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Quatre Raberba Winner."
"Quatre. . . that's an interesting name. I've never known a Quatre. My name's Amy Anderson." she smiled, "Have you ever known an Amy? It's pretty common."
"Actually, one of my sister's is an Amy."
"One of your sisters? So you must have more. What are the other's names?" She didn't know why she was asking. Maybe she liked hearing him talk, but perhaps it was just curiosity.
He blushed a little in embarrassment. He didn't know how to say that he had 29 sisters and didn't exactly know all of their names. He decided to just name off the few he did know. "Well, there's Iria, Amy, Isabella, Pandora, Portia, Tidi, Diana, Sarah, Jennifer. . . um. . ." he searched his memory. Truth be told, he hadn't even met all of his sisters.
Amy was speechless, but somehow managed to say, "You have that many sisters?"
"Actually, more. This is gonna sound a little odd. I have twenty nine in all, and I haven't even met them all."
"TWENTY NINE. . . Sorry, so, where do you rank among them?" She knew she was prying, but she couldn't seem to stop.
"I'm the baby." He said with a little smile. "Anyway, I'm not that interesting, how about yourself. What's up with your family?"
"I'm an only child. I was born in Tokyo and I just moved here."
"You don't look Japanese."
"I get that a lot, where are you from."
"I'm Arabian, but I grew up in the L4 Colony."
"You don't look Arabian." She said with a sly smile.
He smiled back and repeated what she had said, "I get that a lot."
Their coffee arrived, but just as Amy was about to pay for hers, Quatre stopped her. "That's okay, I insist." He pulled out his wallet and went through a few hundreds and fifties, and several twenties until he got to some ten dollar bills. He pulled one out and paid for the coffee.
Meanwhile, Amy was speechless. Is he loaded? she thought to herself. Oh my God. He handed her the coffee, "Thanks, but you really didn't have to do that."
"That's okay. I don't mind spending money on beautiful, interesting women." he said with a smile.
"Well, I don't want you to go bankrupt on my account." Amy replied, blushing at his compliment.
Quatre smiled as he picked up the two Hemingway novels from the table, but then something occurred to him. She must have absolutely no idea who I am! he thought. She seemed a little shocked when she saw all the money, and she offered to pay for herself. Every other girlfriend he ever had, hell, most girls he met expected him to pay, whether or not they outwardly showed it. He could tell. But this girl, she seemed oblivious to Quatre's great wealth and she treated him as if he was just some average guy. Well, at least she isn't into this for the money. He looked at her. "Do you want to go to the park, maybe go on a walk or something?" he asked as he picked up the broken CD player.
"Sure." she answered softly, "that sounds nice." They walked out of the cafe. She watched as Quatre put his book and CD player in a convertible that looked brand new. "Wow." she said in amazement, "So, did your parents buy you that, or do you just have a high paying job?"
He looked down at his feet. She was probably the first person to ask about his parents. Everyone else seemed to recognize him as Quatre Raberba Winner, one of the richest men in the world, despite his age. They also knew the story of his parents. "I have no parents." he sighed.
"I'm sorry."
"No that's okay. Let's go." They began to walk to the park, which was only a few blocks away from the cafe. Quatre took a sip of his coffee. "I'm sorry that I've made you feel uncomfortable, it's just. . . I don't know."
"That's okay. You barely know me, you don't have to talk about this if you don't want to."
"It's just that. . . I think I like you, you know, I mean I know I like you, but I think I like-like you. Agh!"
"I think I really like you too." Amy said with a smile.
They walked to the park in silence, hand in hand. When they arrived, they sat on the benches and watched the sunset. "I'm sorry about before. You're the first person in a while who didn't recognize me."
"What do you mean?" Amy asked as she looked into Quatre's deep blue-green eyes.
"There's some stuff that I need to tell you about me, before someone else does. I am one of the richest people around. Not only on earth, but the colonies as well. I inherited the money and my dad's business when he was assassinated in front of me. That's only one reason for my fame. The other being that seven years ago, I was one of the Gundam pilots that destroyed the corrupt Oz."
"I'm sorry, I had no idea. I didn't mean to pry."
"That's okay Amy. . . I've never met anyone like you before."
"I've never met anyone like you either. I feel like I could tell you anything, and truthfully, there is a reason why I wouldn't know anything about all of that stuff, it's just. . . I want to tell you, but I don't know if I can."
"That's okay, if you can't tell me or if you don't feel comfortable divulging something, don't." He smiled at her. "You can be completely honest with me."
"Oh Quatre, you're so sweet." He put his arm around her, and she put her head on his shoulder. She couldn't believe that any of this had happened. It was so surreal, to be shot three hundred years in the future, and then to fall for an attractive, smart, funny, and RICH guy. She simply couldn't believe that it was real.
Later that night, when he had dropped her off at her new home, she lay in bed thinking. She knew that she had to figure out what she was supposed to do. If Pluto was right, then the world was in danger. She remembered when she had last met up with the power of Mistress Nine. It had taken control of a friend, and nearly killed them all. She prayed that she wouldn't have to relive any of those events again. Amy kept on thinking about Quatre, and realized that he could be in danger as well. This she couldn't stand to think about. She knew him for less than one day, and she was in love. She had to do something, but what?
Quatre, meanwhile, was on the phone with Trowa Barton, his best friend and fellow Gundam pilot. "Trowa. . . I think I love her." Quatre said. He was happier than he'd ever been in his life, "She's smart, beautiful, funny, sweet. . . the list goes on and on."
"Are you sure this isn't just infatuation or something? I mean, if it is love, than I'm happy for you, but. . .you just met her."
"I know, it's hard to believe, but you don't know this girl. She's coming over for dinner tomorrow. I can't wait."
"I'll have to meet her sometime. Anyway, I have to get off. Tell me how tomorrow goes."
"Sure, bye."
That night, Quatre had a strange dream. He was with Amy and there was a creature, a disgusting creature, bizarre in appearance. He tried to protect her, but was throw aside by a large clawed hand. When he looked up, Amy was wearing a blue mini skirt and a sailor suit. Then several more girls appeared, each dressed in the same manner as Amy, to assist her. But, the creature didn't seem to notice them, and went after him. He screamed and woke up suddenly. "Thank God it was only a dream." He said to himself as he wiped sweat from his forehead. Still, he wasn't entirely convinced that Amy or himself was completely safe.
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The next night
"Are you okay Quatre?" Amy asked with concern clearly showing in her blue eyes. Quatre seemed preoccupied and on edge since she had arrived. She hoped that it had nothing to do with her.
"I'm sorry, I just have a lot on my mind." he sighed, "Do you want to go for a walk in the gardens?"
"Sure, I think we could both use some fresh air." She followed him out to the garden, and was immediately amazed. There were trees, bushes, flowers, and beautiful fountains. She even saw roses that would have made Tuxedo Mask jealous. She sat down in front of one of the fountains, and watched Quatre walk to her with a beautiful blue rose.
"This rose, although beautiful, does not rival your beauty Amy." She took it and noticed that he had de-thorned it for her. She smiled, "Oh Quatre," She put down on the fountain, and they kissed. She looked deep in his eyes, "Quatre Raberba Winner, I love you."
"I love you too Amy Anderson." Quatre had almost forgotten about the dream, that was until the ground began to shake. He steadied her, and watched the ground a few feet away from them crack, and a creature, the creature from his dream, crept out from the crack. It was large and dog-like, with long hair, glowing eyes, and sharp teeth, dripping with saliva. It snarled and stood on two feet, clenching it's clawed fists. Then the creature let out a howl and began to charge.
"Amy! Watch out!" Quatre pushed Amy out of the way and took the creatures blow. He flew a few feet back, into one of the rose bushes, and didn't move.
"Quatre!" Amy screamed. "That's it. Now I'm angry. You picked on my boyfriend and now you'll pay."
The creature snarled again, and spoke, "You can't do anything little girl. You can't help him. I am The Guardian, and you'll never defeat me or Mistress nine."
Mistress Nine? Amy thought. But Serena defeated her. . . Never mind that, Quatre! "Enough!" She pulled out her transformation pen. "Mercury Star Power!" She screamed as she transformed into Sailor Mercury. "I will make you PAY!"
Quatre was meanwhile lying in the thorny bush. He rolled himself out of the bush, but couldn't bring himself to his feet. He looked down at his left hand, which was throbbing with pain and saw that it was sliced open, he also noticed blood spilling from a gash above his right eyebrow. I must have slammed into a branch, he thought as he wiped sweat and blood from his forehead. He looked at Amy and his vision began to blur. Amy. . . my love he thought as he slipped out of consciousness.
"Mercury Bubble Blast!" Amy screamed as she shot bubbles at the beast. Nothing happened. The creature laughed at her, "You're puny bubbles don't hurt me!"
Amy looked at the unconscious Quatre. She knew she had to do something. . . "Shine Aqua Illusion!" The creature barely winced, then charged at her, throwing her a few feet back.
"Give up little girl. You're not hurting me. . . I don't know why you bother, I don't want you, just that insipid rich boy you're dating. . . Give it up!"
Amy stood up slowly. "I'll never give up. I love him!"
"Humph! Love. . ." It was about to charge again when a voice rang loudly. "Halt, evil demon!"
Amy looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman about her age with long blue hair, wearing a sailor suit and carrying a long staff with a sapphire on the end. Eleven more girls, each wearing sailor suits stepped up as well. The one with the blue hair spoke again, "Love is a powerful and beautiful thing. Love conquers all, and so do I, I'm Sailor Aquarius, bearer of water and punishment for the likes of you!" She pointed her staff at the creature and the other eleven scouts yelled in unison, "And we're the Sailor Signs!"
"You may defeat me, but you will never defeat Mistress Nine," the creature said as it turned to the semi-conscious Quatre. It began to howl ferociously.
"What's it up to?" This time the voice belonged to a sailor scout to the right of Sailor Aquarius, who was wearing a black sailor suit.
"I think it's just blowing off steam." Aquarius answered. She was sure of her answer, until Quatre began to scream in pain, clutching his head in his hands.
"Quatre!" Amy screamed. She was about to run to him, but realized that the creature might get her too. "Do something!" She pleaded to the other sailor scouts.
"No need to ask." Aquarius said as she pointed her staff in the air, as if to control the very element themselves. She then screamed, "Aquarius. . . Arctic Wind. . . Annihilation!" A cold wind blew towards the creature, and upon impact, it disappeared. There was a deathly silence, with the exception of moaning over by a certain crushed rose bush.
Amy began to run towards Quatre. She knelt down next to him and cradled his head in her arms. He opened his eyes slowly, "Amy. . ." he managed to say. He saw right through her alter ego, Sailor Mercury.
"It's okay Quatre." She kissed his cheek, and looked up at the twelve sailor scouts.
"Is he okay?" Sailor Aquarius asked as she knelt next to Mercury, "He looks pretty beat up."
"I hope so. He tried to protect me. . ."
"So, who are you? I'm Sailor Aquarius, and we're the sailor signs." She introduced Mercury to the others, each of which were named after a zodiac sign.
"I'm Sailor Mercury." Amy said.
"Sailor Mercury?" Aquarius said in disbelief. "But, the last time I heard about a Sailor Mercury. . . she was around in the twenty first century and vanished without a trace."
"It's a long story. I'm worried about what that creature said."
"But we destroyed it; what can it do now?" Sailor Taurus, the Sailor scout in black said.
"It's Mistress Nine I'm worried about." Amy replied as she turned back to Quatre.
Well, there it is. My first fan fiction! Don't worry, it will get better. I'm a quarter into the second part entitle Only When I lose Myself. Anyway. Hope you liked it!