1 Title: Until We Meet Again
Until We Meet Again: Prologue
2 Author: Lady Selene
Author's Notes: I do NOT own Sailor Moon, the lovely genius Naoko Takuechi is responsible for her, and I simply hold the rights of this storyline and plot. Actually, basically only the names of Sailor Moon are used here… Please read and review…! Always makes an author's day brighter ^.^ Anyways, hope you enjoy the story- it's an alternate reality, romantic thingy… Bye bye! And oh yeah, I KNOW I might start out writing major short chapters, but don't worry, I promise to try to be better! Y_Y LoL… ~Lady Selene~
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"Dr. Shields, you're wanted in Room 120, Dr. Shields." Darien heard over the intercom as he walked down the whitewashed halls of the hospital. Sighing, he turned a corner and headed down another white, bleak corridor. *Story of my life…* he thought with a bitter smile. Suddenly, he collided into something and fell back. "Oh sorry miss, I…" he paused his mumbling as he noticed who he had bumped into. The young blonde woman glanced briefly at him and then flushed a crimson red. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking…" she apologized profoundly as she started to gather up the papers she had been carrying. Dr. Shields leaned down to help her. "That's alright, neither was I. Here, let me help you." He looked closely at her face. The young woman turned her face up towards his. "Do I know you from somewhere? You look very familiar…" Darien asked her, puzzled. "You aren't… Serena, are you! Are you the new volunteer? I heard we were getting a celebrity, but I didn't think it would be you…" he mumbled, confused. Serena smiled weakly and blushed again. "Yeah… I never expected to see you either, Darien. Are you… are you… working here now?" she answered, clearly trying to hide her distress. *Oh God, not now, not NOW!* he thought furiously. *Not HERE, not in THIS life…* The young woman sighed and gathered herself up as she stood. Rising, Dr. Shields lowered his eyes to the ground, trying not to look at her.
"So Serena, what kind of 'celebrity' work do you do now?" he asked as casually as possible. She peered at him closely, pondering why he really wanted to know. "I'm an dancer." She announced finally. "I just moved here from America, so I'm guessing I'm not as famous judging from the lack of fans- which is a good thing." She hastily added. "And you, finally accomplishing your dream of becoming a doctor and received your Ph.D. Congratulations, Dr. Shields. Of course, you always did care about that the most." She finished stiffly. Darien felt like he had been punched, and he visibly winced. "Look, Serena, for whatever happened years ago- " She turned around abruptly and began to walk away. "I'm sure there's something you're supposed to be doing Dr. Shields." She practically spat. "Don't let me keep you away!"
Until We Meet Again: Prologue
2 Author: Lady Selene
Author's Notes: I do NOT own Sailor Moon, the lovely genius Naoko Takuechi is responsible for her, and I simply hold the rights of this storyline and plot. Actually, basically only the names of Sailor Moon are used here… Please read and review…! Always makes an author's day brighter ^.^ Anyways, hope you enjoy the story- it's an alternate reality, romantic thingy… Bye bye! And oh yeah, I KNOW I might start out writing major short chapters, but don't worry, I promise to try to be better! Y_Y LoL… ~Lady Selene~
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"Dr. Shields, you're wanted in Room 120, Dr. Shields." Darien heard over the intercom as he walked down the whitewashed halls of the hospital. Sighing, he turned a corner and headed down another white, bleak corridor. *Story of my life…* he thought with a bitter smile. Suddenly, he collided into something and fell back. "Oh sorry miss, I…" he paused his mumbling as he noticed who he had bumped into. The young blonde woman glanced briefly at him and then flushed a crimson red. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking…" she apologized profoundly as she started to gather up the papers she had been carrying. Dr. Shields leaned down to help her. "That's alright, neither was I. Here, let me help you." He looked closely at her face. The young woman turned her face up towards his. "Do I know you from somewhere? You look very familiar…" Darien asked her, puzzled. "You aren't… Serena, are you! Are you the new volunteer? I heard we were getting a celebrity, but I didn't think it would be you…" he mumbled, confused. Serena smiled weakly and blushed again. "Yeah… I never expected to see you either, Darien. Are you… are you… working here now?" she answered, clearly trying to hide her distress. *Oh God, not now, not NOW!* he thought furiously. *Not HERE, not in THIS life…* The young woman sighed and gathered herself up as she stood. Rising, Dr. Shields lowered his eyes to the ground, trying not to look at her.
"So Serena, what kind of 'celebrity' work do you do now?" he asked as casually as possible. She peered at him closely, pondering why he really wanted to know. "I'm an dancer." She announced finally. "I just moved here from America, so I'm guessing I'm not as famous judging from the lack of fans- which is a good thing." She hastily added. "And you, finally accomplishing your dream of becoming a doctor and received your Ph.D. Congratulations, Dr. Shields. Of course, you always did care about that the most." She finished stiffly. Darien felt like he had been punched, and he visibly winced. "Look, Serena, for whatever happened years ago- " She turned around abruptly and began to walk away. "I'm sure there's something you're supposed to be doing Dr. Shields." She practically spat. "Don't let me keep you away!"