A.N: Hi everyone! This is my second FF story! I'm pretty excited even though I'm not done with my first story yet… that one seems to be never-ending! Sheesh! But I've already got some ideas for this story so I thought I'd make a chapter to see what you all thought.

P.S: Sorry about the last name change! It would just fit better with this story. And no, I don't own Sailormoon.

I've already received some complaints that there's a story that was similar to this one and that I need to have more 'original' ideas. Well this idea was original because I came up with it. My plot, my storyline, my ideas, and my imagination. I got a comment that said that there's a story like this on Fanfic between Seiya and Serena... but the thing is is that I wouldn't know that because I don't ever read Seiya and Serena.

I'm sorry ifyou don't like the plot, but I assure you it's not the same as any other writers because I come up with my own stuff, I don't cheat. I promise.

The comment just kind of upset me I guess. But if it begins to be too bothersome, I'll just delete this story and come up with another one.

Thanks.

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Chapter 1: The White House

The Bryant's were a known face throughout the world. They were the infamous First family.

Ken Bryant had been thrown into campaigning and running for Presidential elections out of nowhere for the past year. The next thing he knew, him and his family were being moved into the White House, and all of the former President's problems fell into his hands. Ken had the 'likeability' factor about him. It was not that big of a surprise when he had won the election, beating Pete Sacks, landing him the Presidential title. His family was picture perfect. Ken was almost forty, but he was handsome and had an air of confidence about him that America was drawn too. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes. His wife, Irene, was a petite, pretty lady with a sweet face and sing-song voice. She charmed herself to everyone's heart with her genuine kindness and motherly affection. Ken's children were beautiful blonde-headed kids with the perfect smiles always plastered on their faces. They were always in good manner and respectful to everyone. Americans were drawn to this surreal looking family-- the kind of family that seemed to have everything within their grasp. Perfect.

Serena and Sam both knew this was not the case. They were far from being a perfect family.

Serena and Sam Bryant took the Presidential win the hardest. They were suddenly being forced to do photo shoots for magazines, and being interviewed by famous people, such as Diane Sawyer and even Oprah. It was hard for them to adjust to their newly won fame. Sure, everyone wants to be famous, but then again everyone overlooks the downside to it. No more privacy, no more time, no more nothing, but 'image'. That was what they had to worry about now, their image. One wrong move, one wrong word, and rumors would spread about the Bryant family, tainting their flawless record… tainting their 'image'. Serena and Sam had bodyguards now. When they were at school, only one would follow. Anywhere else and there'd be two with them, trailing not too far behind. The country had been on Red Alert for awhile now, due to war threats with North Korea. Terrorism still ignited the United States, so now, President Bryant hired a full-time bodyguard for his kids. Even offering them-

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"A room in the White House?" asked Darien Shields, looking both shocked and pleased at the same time.

Ah, Darien Shields. He had interned at the CIA since nineteen, and now at the age of twenty-three, he was one of the youngest and most respected CIA agents of the United States. He was tall, dark, and masculine with dark-blue mysterious eyes--Every girl's dream. When his father had been killed in a freak car accident, Darien stepped up to the plate to help provide for him and his mother. Darien's father was also a CIA agent; A very strong and admirable man. It was only natural that Darien became an agent as well; he just never expected to be one of the top ranked agents in so little time. And now, he was chosen to serve for the President himself! Hand-picked by the President. Not too shabby, he thought as his mind spun.

A man, to whom Darien was speaking too, was sitting behind a large desk. He was somewhere in his forties. He was a short, stubby man with a large belly and a balding head-- otherwise known as Darien's boss, (and the President of the CIA) Henry Dale. He had a cigar stuck between his teeth as he nodded at Darien's question.

Darien grinned as he shook his head in disbelief. The WHITE HOUSE! He thought happily. "You're shitting me," Darien pushed.

Henry frowned at Darien's choice of words, scratching is rough chin. "I am not 'shitting' anyone, Darien. President Bryant chose you to work for him."

Darien nodded, now looking serious. "Okay, so tell me what my assignment is."

Henry bit on his cigar, hesitating to tell him. " You're his bodyguard," he said with a raspy voice.

"No way! Bodyguard?" Darien asked, looking more astounded. That takes a lot of trust, and he picked me! He thought cockily.

"For his daughter," Henry finished, glancing away from Darien's suddenly crestfallen face.

Darien was quiet for awhile, now frowning. "What?"

Henry sighed as he took the cigar out of his mouth. "You're hired as a bodyguard for his daughter, Serena Bryant. This is serious business, Darien. We're under Red Alert so the President is hiring you full time," Henry tried to persuade Darien.

His daughter? Darien thought. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He had wanted to work directly for and under the President himself, not his daughter. That way, his rank would be bumped up some, giving him a broader field to work in. Baby steps, Darien thought. Whatever it takes. "Fine," Darien agreed after a moment of silence. "Maybe I'll eventually get to work with the President," he added.

Henry smiled, feeling extremely relieved. "Good. And I'm serious about this being serious, Darien. The President has fired countless agents because they kept leaving Ms. Bryant by herself, unattended," he warned. Hah, more like she figured out a way to get them fired, he thought inwardly. Hopefully that won't happen to Darien.

Darien nodded furiously. "Don't worry, I am not going to let some girl ruin my career," he stated.

Henry gave a pleased smile and a nod of the head. "That's good to hear. Your plane leaves tomorrow at 7 a.m. Since we're not too far from Maryland, you should be there around 8 or nine at the latest," Henry informed.

CIA headquarters was in Langley, West Virginia, not too far from Washington D.C.

"Okay, thanks," Darien said as he retrieved the plane tickets from Henry.

Henry got up from his seat to lead Darien out of his room courteously. "You will be seen by the President in private. It's not a for sure thing yet that you'll get the job, he still wants to interview you,.."

Darien nodded and started out before Henry added," And Darien… watch out for the Bryant girl if you get the job. She will do anything possible to get herself out of your sight to have one minute of privacy. That one minute could cost you your entire career."

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Serena Bryant's gorgeous face dazzled audiences on television, magazines, and even billboards. Once the campaigning began, her and Sam had been whisked off to do endless amounts of photo shoots and interviews, because they were both attractive teenagers. Sam, at the age of sixteen, and Serena at the age of eighteen, were appealing to the younger generations, drawing in votes for her father.

Serena was a tall, blonde beauty. She had long, flowing golden locks that went beyond her bottom, almost mid-thigh. She was known for her perfect smile, her bright blue eyes, and her pig-tailed buns. She had long slender, toned legs to die for, and a laugh that was completely infectious. She was on almost every magazine cover now, labeled as," The President's Daughter." She was not JUST the First daughter, but she was now an icon—an idol. Her presence graced the television sometimes as interviewers asked her questions about her father and theirlifestyle. She'd have to reply with what her manager, Amy Anderson, told her and not what she wanted too by choice. She hated that. She hated being told what to do, what to say, how to dress, and how to act. She especially hated having a bodyguard. It was ridiculous! One could hardly have any privacy with a big guerilla of a man constantly trailing after you. Everywhere she went now, she was practically swarmed by fans. The only place that she could breathe and not be bothered too much was at school. Though there were the occasional suck-ups and 'wanna-be-friends'. Serena had been popular before, hanging with the 'in' crowd, but now her popularity soared to new heights.

Her brother, Samuel Bryant, was no different. He was also blonde, but a darker shade of blonde, then Serena. He had unique turquoise eyes that entranced girls. He was quiet and shy, and immensely popular. He was tall and built, but his personality was gentle and kind. He drove girls insane. He also needed a bodyguard, constantly, wherever he went. He could be walking down the street without a single soul in sight, and then within a minute, there'd be fifty girls crowding around him, screaming his name and attacking him. His face also made many magazine covers. He sold well because he was handsome, charming, and unattainable.

Yes, the Bryant's, whether they wanted to or not, were famous.

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President Bryant stood lazily around his Oval office, staring at the infinite stack of contracts and forms. He gave a heavy sigh as he rubbed his aching temple thoroughly, trying to relieve any feel of stress he possibly could. After a long moment had passed, he put his hands down to pick up his glasses, and set them keenly on the tip of his nose as he went over the next pile of paper.

As he read everything, there was a knock on his door. He looked over the rim of his glasses expectantly. "Come in," he said loudly, shuffling his papers around so it'd be a little more organized.

His secretary, Joanne Miller, came striding in. She was a mildly attractive woman with short brown hair that bobbed as she walked. She was nicely dressed in a pink tailored suite. "Agent Darien Shields is here for the interview, Mr. President," she announced respectably.

Ken gave on nod and a quick flick of his wrist. "You may send him in. Thank you Joanne."

She nodded and strutted back out to send in Mr. Shields.

Darien was dressed in his usual suite. It was black jacket, with black trousers, black shoes, and a white tie. He looked extraordinary handsome in it. It formed to his body well. "Mr. President," he bowed courteously as he came in.

"Ah, Agent Shields," Ken greeted as he walked around his table to shake the young man's hand. "I'm so glad you could make it."

Darien smiled genuinely," I wouldn't have passed this up for the world, sir."

Ken laughed aloud. "Hah! Good answer," he winked as he went back around his desk to take a seat. "Please sit down. Make yourself comfortable. Oh, before we begin, would you like anything to drink?"

"No thank you, Mr. President, I'm fine," Darien huffed. He could not believe he was in front of the President of the United States! His heart was pounding nervously as he took a seat in a leather chair in front of the 'big man'.

Ken nodded as he took out Darien's resume and placed it in front of him carefully to skim over it. "I was very impressed by your resume, Mr. Shields," he began as he peeked at Darien over his rimmed glasses. "You seem to have a very good work ethic, and you also seem very driven. That's what I like to see," Ken said as he took his glasses off and placed them neatly on his desk to look at Darien, looking strictly business now.

"Yes, sir," Darien answered, bowing his head quickly. "I actually got an internship when I was nineteen. I was very lucky."

Ken smiled and nodded again. "They only chose five internships every year out of the country and one's lucky to even make it past a whole year working there. But you've survived five and are now one of the top Agents," Ken said, looking quite impressed.

Darien suddenly felt as if his resume made him seem a little too conceited somehow. He cleared his throat. "Yes, sir. Like I said, I was lucky."

"Why are you so driven?" Ken asked as he leaned back into his chair, making him seem somewhat regal.

"Well, it's mainly because of my father and my mother. My father was also a CIA agent but he died in a car accident. I was twelve at the time and my mother was devastated, as was I, of course. So soon after the funeral I searched for a job and started working, my father being my drive and inspiration. I knew what I wanted to be and do. Once I have a goal set, I achieve it no matter what the circumstances," Darien explained honestly, thinking about his father. When he had told his mother he'd be working for the President, she was thrilled beyond all means. She threw her arms around her big son and congratulated him, tears falling down her cheeks as she whispered," Your father would have been so proud!"

Ken took in his words and nodded. "Your goal is to watch my daughter," Ken started, his eyes intense. " I want you to be able to guard her, but be invisible at the same time. If she wants privacy, give it to her. I don't mean leave her, I mean don't listen and block her out. She's eighteen right now and is one of her rebellious stages. She has done unthinkable things to be able to have her own privacy with her boyfriend, her friends, etc. You are never to leave her alone, not even if she walks into the ladies restroom. She's pulled one of those tricks before, trying to escape through the bathroom window. She is clever and conniving. She's also very persuasive and demanding. You let none of this get to your head. You follow her everywhere, but make sure she has enough space. This is not just any job, Mr. Shields. Not if my daughter's life rests in your hands," Ken finished, looking stern. Looking how a President should.

Darien tried not to look intimidated as he nodded. "Yes, sir. I won't let you down," Darien proclaimed.

Ken smiled. "I trust that you won't, Mr. Shields. I've warned you about her already. It's your turn to take the reigns. Hopefully you won't disappoint me like the last ten have," he said as he put his glasses back on, perching it on his nose.

Ten? Is this girl a demon? Darien thought as he swallowed.

"Come," Ken said as he stood up, showing a hand to the door. "I'll show you where your room is, as well as hers. You stay with her until nine at night, in her room. She's being grounded right now for the last stunt she pulled. She tried to climb out of her window using a rope! The girl was hanging three stories above theground!" Ken said looking horrified. "So her punishment is having someone watch her until nine. I've gotten her something that I'd like to give her so I'm coming with." Ken glanced over towards Darien, seeing that Darien was looking a little pale, he added," She's a good girl, Darien. She just wants what every other teenager wants right now, and that is to be independent. I hope I didn't scare you by all those stories and warnings. She's sweet and very caring."

Darien just nodded as he walked alongside the President. They entered a gorgeous hallway with paintings of former President's that adorned the marbled walls.

As they walked, Darien asked," What did you get her, sir?"

"Oh," Ken said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. "I got her a charm for her charm bracelet. She's hadthe bracelet since she was eleven and she's added all kinds of things on it. I got her this one of the White House," Ken smiled knowingly. "I had it specially made. There's actually a tracker on it so I know where she'll be at all times just in case. I'm telling you this through confidence that you won't say a word to her," Ken said as he looked at Darien.

Darien just nodded, his face looking very serious.

"And," Ken went on as they slowly came to a stop," I trust you will not, in any way, take advantage of my little girl."

Darien shook his head," No sir! I would never…"

"Good," Ken said with a smile. "We're here."

It took them a good ten minutes to finally reach her room.

Ken looked at the two large, white doors and knocked harshly.

"Who is it?" a sweet voice sang out.

"It's your father," Ken said with a smile as he heard footsteps bouncing towards the door.

There was a click, and one door swung open as a blonde girl jumped out and hugged her father.

Darien watched, transfixed. She was beautiful…. Breathtaking. As she pulled away from her father, she wore a pleasant smile on her face as she looked up at her dad lovingly. Her hair was in two buns, with long flowing hair sprouting out underneath it. She had vivid blue eyes and the loveliest laugh. She was wearing pink plaid pajama pants, with a white tank-top.

"Sweetheart," Ken said as he handed her a tiny box. "I got you something."

She squealed in delight as she opened it, her eyes going wide. "Dad! A charm," she yelled as she immediately took it off and clasped it to a bracelet around her wrist that was already decorated with at least eight other charms. " I love it," she said as she admired it, not paying the least attention to Darien at all.

Ken smiled as he watched her with twinkling eyes. "Oh," he said as he pulled Darien closer to him. "This is Agent Shields," Ken said as he introduced them to one another.

Her big blue gaze fell on his, and he was immediately drawn to her. "Hi," Darien said as he stuck out his hand.

Serena's eyes grew cold, knowing this was the new bodyguard. "Hello," she replied, glancing away as if she hadn't seen his offered handshake. She turned towards her dad again, looking angry. "Dad… I told you already! I don't need a freakin' babysitter! I'm eighteen," she wailed, her face flushing red.

Ken cooed her by patting her gently on her shoulder. Darien backed away a little to give them space. "I know, Serena. But you know what it's like right now and I am not going to take any risks. Sam's had his one bodyguard while you're already been through ten. Treat this one a little nicer, will you?" he asked. More of a demand then anything.

Serena just pouted and rolled her eyes. "Fine," she gave in, spinning around and prancing back into her room.

Darien felt like an object. I'm right here, he thought as he listened.

Once she was inside, Ken turned back towards Darien with a weak smile. He sighed as he began to walk again, making Darien tag along. "She's difficult, that one," he said with a grin. " Anyways, this is your room," Ken said as he pointed.

The room was a mere two doors down from Serena's!

"At night, we have security patrolling every corner," he stated, almost as a threat more then anything.

Darien nodded as he stuck his hands in his pockets.

There was a ring, and Ken reached into his pocket to retrive a cell phone. He looked at the blinking screen and started walking off. "You work starting, now. Good luck," and he walked away with a simple wave.