Author's Note & Disclaimer: Well out of sheer boredom I decided to try this writing thing again by revisiting an old story (On the Road to Love). Yes I know I am slightly demented with the whole coupling thing but I like Molly and Seiya was the one person that looks enough like Darien to be his brother. I'm not too fond of making up characters. Well enjoy and I don't own sailor moon.

Chapter One

The mountain air was much chillier than she'd expected. Even though it was well into November the young blonde had figured that the southwest desert would be blistering hot. Sure it had been in the eighty's during the day, but not at night. She wasn't complaining the air was refreshing after driving around all day. The last thing on her mind was getting back into her pick-up and watching the day's McDonalds go right to her thighs. No, this small, rather run down rest area in God knows where was fine for her.

She hated to drive long distances. She even had reduced price on airfares for working at American Airlines, anywhere in the country for about half of what others paid. Somehow her friends had talked her into driving and "enjoying the scenery" as they put it. She wouldn't deny that the scenery was beautiful, more glorious than anything you could see from a plane. And even as she sat outside of this old rest stop, the ground around her littered with cigarette buds and pop cans, even the old dinky bench she was sitting on she was enjoying herself. It was outside after all, and the stars were amazing. They lit up the sky in multitudes she'd never seen before. After all it wasn't like you could see that many in the bustling city of Chicago where she was from. The woman sighed, took a deep breath and told herself that when she opened her eyes she would have to get back on the road.

"Excuse me Miss, are you alright?"

Her eyes snapped open with curiosity at this voice. The speaker was very tall, with a deep baritone voice. The dim lighting covered his face in shadows but she could make out a strong looking jaw, straight nose, and dark hair that was styled to fall slightly over his eyes of a color that she tell.

"You've just been sitting here for a while and I was wondering if you were having car troubles?" He asked before stepping forward slightly and squinting at the old flickering lights from the building behind them.

"No I was just enjoying the scenery; I'm not from around here." She explained while twirling a golden strand of hair in nervous habit. You'd think being a flight attendant would give her better social skills but meeting strange men in dark and unknown places did exactly delight her.

"Me neither," The man commented in a slightly dazed fashion, "I've never seen so many stars." Perhaps it was the air or the majestic looking mountains but she smiled, he didn't seem like some psychotic murderer to her.

"Oh please forgive me, I haven't introduced myself. The name is Darien Shields." He introduced thrusting his hand out in greeting.

"Serena Tsukino" she replied shaking his hand and giving another genuine smile. It's not like tall, dark, and handsome strangers spoke with her often, unless they wished to have a travel pillow or a blanket. "I'm sorry I ought to be going, I need to be to my destination by tomorrow and I still have quite a way to go." Serena stated before standing up and lightly brushing off her bottom from whatever had been on that decrepit bench. "Have a good trip" she finished. Perhaps she was a little timid but she did need to get going, it was already past nine and she had around six hours left of driving before she would get to the southern Arizona border.

"As do you, drive safe." The man said with a most charming smile, as he sat on the now unoccupied bench and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Serena waved a little and made her way back to her white ford pick up. It was her beloved ninety-seven F-150; a sixteenth birthday present. She was surprised when it had through high school and technical college. Though it was mostly due to the small amount she drove, this was her very first road trip. She would have flown, frequent flier miles and all, but her friends had insisted that she see the country side declaring that this was probably the only two weeks she'd get off for another year. After long debate, Serena felt up to the challenge and the scenery was gorgeous. Driving still wasn't one of her favorite things.

After buckling and driving back onto the highway, Serena reached for her trusty cup of coffee, lukewarm now and flipped the radio on. She had to stay awake. A smile lit up her face as she realized what station her dial had landed on, oldies galore. Her father had always played old tunes when she was a child so as she sang along with the lyrics of "Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie" she reminisced over those 'good old days'. Back when her and her best friend Molly were inseparable and wore the same sun dresses to church together. She couldn't wait to see her friend again, it was Molly's daughter, Rose's baptism this week and Serena had agreed to come down and be her Godmother, what are best friends for after all?

Time passed by quickly as Serena drove. She'd seen the sunrise, rays of light streaking through mountain passes and covering the valleys beneath. And after about four gas stops and countless cups of coffee Serena had finally arrived at the southern border of Arizona, a place called Sierra Vista. The city was a valley in itself, Mountains rising out of the ground on each side and clouds that were so low that she felt like she could touch them if she took a small hiking trip.

The scenery was wonderful in this small city but the rest? Not so good. For goodness sake there was only one mall! She wouldn't have even found it if it hadn't been for a slight misplacement of directions. She was parked in its parking lot digging through her purse for her cell phone and praying that it got service here. She calmly reminded herself that even being lost she'd see Molly soon. She owed that girl so much already; after Molly had moved at the end of their junior year in high school Serena had figured her life would end. They kept in touch though and visited often, more of Molly coming back to the Midwest to see her Grandparents and sneaking off with Serena but three years ago there had been a delayed layover in Phoenix and she'd come up to see Serena. They had a fun time, a couple Starbucks and few hours of shopping.

Two years ago when her spunky red-headed friend eloped Serena made her swear that had she wanted a wedding Serena would have been her Maid of Honor. Perhaps it would have been easier; she would have already known where Molly lived if that had been the situation.

"Aha!" Serena exclaimed as her hand closed around the small metallic feeling rectangle. Speed dialing her best friend she waited.

Ringing, once, twice… "Hello?" answered a man's voice.

'Oh crap, Molly's husband… what on earth is his name?' Serena scolded herself mentally for forgetting such an important detail. "Um hi, this is Serena calling. Is Molly around by any chance?" she replied hoping not to sound like a fool.

"Serena! Molly has been worried sick, we expected you about an hour ago. She's trying to get Rose to take her bath, are you alright?"

"Oh I'm fine but it seems that I've lost the map you guys sent me and I can't seem to find your street anywhere on the one I have." Serena explained trying hard not to whine.

A chuckle was heard from the other end and Serena frowned.

"Molly mentioned that you were quite forgetful, where are you now?" He asked.

Serena answered as she drove and followed his directions which were nearly spoon fed to her, each and every little detail; there was no way she'd get lost with them. Thank goodness their conversation didn't include having to know his name. Serena would have been utterly embarrassed had she called him 'Mr. Shields'. Funny, she seemed to recognize the name. Where had she heard it before?

"Alright now it's the beige house with a black Mercedes in driveway." Molly's husband finished as she pulled down their street. The Mercedes was easily spotted; their Spanish style house was full of character, with its red stucco roof and well kept lawn full of desert plants. It was just like Molly to have a house that looked like this. But that black Mercedes, hadn't Molly said that her husband was a pastor? Perhaps he came from a wealthy background.

"Alright I'm pulling in" Serena replied before flipping her phone shut and parking behind the Mercedes and was extra careful, God forbid that she would damage such a nice car. Running her hand through her golden locks she slid out of her truck. Shades covering her eyes and in baggy pink sweats she was sure Molly would have something to say. She walked back to the bed of her truck, pulling herself onto the wheel to reach her two duffle bags. She nearly lost her balance as a high pitched squeal was heard from near the house, her head snapped up to glimpse red hair and a blue sundress as Molly launched herself to her friend, dragging her from her truck and embracing her tightly.

"Serena I missed you so much!" Her friend exclaimed squeezing her extra tight.

"I missed you to Molly but,"

"Oh I can't explain how much it means to me that you'd come all this way just to be Rose's Godmother. I wouldn't have anyone else and you've been like such a sister to me over the years. We've got so much catching up to do!" Molly cried, a few tears leaked from her eyes.

Serena hugged her back, "Now don't be a drama queen on me girl, I spoke to you just last week anyways." Serena had missed her too after all email and phone was great but the last time they had seen each there was three years ago.

Serena detangled herself from their hug. Molly hadn't changed since high school. Still average height which was taller than Serena by about three inches, her red hair spun into Shirley Temple curls and resting on her shoulders, and blue eyes that were covered by square rimmed glasses, nope Molly hadn't changed. She still even had that little baby fat look to her, much of it was gone though but the dimples remained.

"Molly you're looking so great!" Serena complimented with a smile.

Molly gave an unbelieving snort. "Yeah, muffin top and all." She joked, "Now Serena you could enter a Ms. America pageant, do they feed you where you live?" Molly pinched her arm; they'd always teased each other like this. Serena rolled her eyes.

"Oh Rena, you need to come in and see her; Rose is just the cutest thing!" she exclaimed while taking Serena's hand and pulling her towards the house like they were school girls once again.

"Molly I've got to get my bags" Serena interrupted.

"Oh don't worry about it; they're in your truck right? Seiya dear!" she called towards the house.

'Seiya, I've got to remember that!'

Seiya emerged from the house looking much like Serena had expected. His dark hair was tied into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck, a grin covered his face, and his midnight eyes sparked with laughter. He wore a rumpled short sleeve shirt with worn out jeans. His height was probably around six foot but he shrunk in comparison to the man behind him. Tall, tanned, dark hair much like Seiya's that elegantly draped over his brow and the same eyes, they were gorgeous eyes. This man certainly had sex appeal even with his business like composure, a white collared shirt with the sleeves folded to his elbows and black slacks. He certainly didn't look like he belonged here and his gaze made Serena uncomfortable. Her entire job was built on appearance and first impression, and frankly her pink sweatpants and white tank top wasn't saying much for her, at least she remembered to smile.

"Oh Serena this is Seiya my wonderful husband" said Molly reaching over and kissing him on the cheek. Serena smiled, they were adorable. Serena reached her hand out and shook his before Molly motioned to the man that she had been most curious about.

"Oh and this is Darien, Seiya's brother." She commented, "He's here for the baptism as well. So would you two mind getting Rena's things? I want to show her around."

Serena froze in shock… it just couldn't be.

End Note: Well that's all for now, perhaps I'll be bored enough to write another chapter soon. I've got a lot going on now that school is starting but if I get some encouragement I'd be happy to give it a shot. I don't have an editor and I really have no skill with words at all so don't be too harsh when you review, if anyone does. I'm not really expecting it. Formatting sucks and I should have spend more time editing, anyone care for the job because when I finish typing I'm just so proud that I have to have someone read it. Any suggestions and title opinions are greatly appreciated.

So long,

Nunnya