A/n: This chapter may not be as great and I'm trying not to rush things, but personally I think it works.
Warning: standard warnings apply see chapter one for full warning disclaimers.
Chapter 3
After Kayla had left Usagi sobbing on a hotel room floor, the brown haired moon rabit had no choice but to return to Cal. She and her new personal maid spent the afternoon shopping, picking out corsets, under clothing, and many dresses. Some of which were high waist for later months when Usagi would be further along. Part of her didn't want to have to do it, but she reminded herself she was securing a future for herself. All the happiness she had at the prospect of marriage had vanished when Kayla slapped her with the harsh reality of what she would be losing to persue her own dreams. And, Usagi didn't really want to lose everything all because of one person. Did she?
No, she didn't and she shuttered at the idea that such dark thoughts dared to even enter her mind. She refused to accept her mind's games. Her sister would eventually come around. Wouldn't she? As much as Usagi didn't want to think about it, she had to come to the realization at some point, that maybe, just maybe she may have pushed the older woman too far. Kayla was right. She wasn't a slave, and Usagi knew better than to treat her so poorly. But, she had and she couldn't take it back no matter how much she wanted to.
Cal wasn't home when Usagi and the maid arrived. But, Usagi was thankful for that. It would give her time to reflect on her life so far and perhaps make her a better person. She didn't want to admit it, but at some time she would have to, that her sister and friends weren't slaves. Yet, in one reality they had given their lives for her more times then she could count. But, she never once thanked them for it. She had been selfish, and now as far as it stood now her friends and fellow senshi didn't exist. At least, that's how it felt. They did, but only in a possible future, a future that would only exist if Usagi moved forward with her life in the life which was now her present. She took a bath, and prepared for dinner. Cal would no doubt ask how the meeting with Kayla went, which wouldn't be preety when he found out she would probably not be attending.
Usagi picked out a lovely silver gown to attend dinner in. Cal was home, and very eager to speak with her, just as she had feared. "How did the meeting with your sister go?"
"It didn't, when I reached the hotel in which she was staying she was on her way out. She said something about sailing to England. I can only hope she phones or writes me soon with some form of address." Usagi had given only part of the truth, leaving out the fight the two siblings she had. Cal didn't seem interested, and Usagi didn't want to devolage more information then was required of her.
"I suppose there is nothing more that can be done. Since you're alone I presume you'll need the aid of a wedding planner to assist you in preparing for the event, unless of course you know what you're doing. Which I highly doubt. You seem rather… childish…" Cal decided to change topics, treating the upcoming wedding as a business venture instead of the event it was intended to be.
Usagi looked insulted, but ignored it. "Well, I can handle it, but you'll have to pay for it. I kind of lost everything on the Titanic."
"I figured as much. I too lost quite a lot myself." Cal's eyes grew dark as a memory of Rose flashed in his mind. She was kissing that third-class trash, Jack, and he had missed shooting them with Lovejoy's gun. Why couldn't it have hit him…? He would never know the answer, and decided not to dwell on it.
"I'm sure a lot of people have." Usagi agreed. Though she never had any money to start with, but that all would change once she was married.
"Very well, I'll leave everything to you. You of course might as well stay here since you'll be marrying me soon." Cal replied getting back on the topic at hand.
"How soon?" Usagi asked. "Any idea you would like the date to be?"
"As soon as possible. I don't want to let on that you're pregnant. It'll be obvious soon enough, and when the baby comes then we'll think of something."
"I'm going to need at least six weeks to two months at most. Making arragments shouldn't be to difficult." Usagi replied as dinner was being served.
After dinner Usagi retreated to her room to make arrangements writing down some of the things she would need. Planning a wedding took a lot of work, but Cal had left it up to her. Stupid mistake, but she wanted to prove she was smart, and it would force her to improve her English. As she wrote down her list, her thoughts drifted to her sister. Usagi couldn't stop thinking about what she walked in on. Kayla was in the arms of a man, kissing him, and for a moment – just before she opened her big mouth—Kayla looked truly happ. Happier then she had ever seen her. Could she be that happy? Usagi didn't know. But, she should at least appoligize.
Picking up her cell phone she scrolled through her contact list until she found her sister. Then she waited. Supprisingly Kayla had turned off her phone, her voice mail picking up almost instantly Usagi looked disappointed as she lie on her bed cell phone lying beside her. She closed her eyes and concentrated. ::"Onei-sama… please answer me. I need to talk to you."::
::"Unless you're dying leave me alone for awhile Usagi. I'm not in the mood for you're crap. I'm hapy or my life is actually going good for once. Congratulations on your impending marriage, but you need to start to do things for yourself.":: came the mental reply from Kayla through the telepathic link the senshi seem to share. At first it wasn't strong, but as they developed as senshi they had learned to send messages through it. Now Usagi received a scolding through this method.
::"But, Onei-sama I don't know what I'm doing. I need help.":: Usagi pleaded, but received no reply. Kayla had blocked her out. This left Usagi to wonder what exactly her sister could be doing. Though her mind could think of several things. She shuttered at every single one of them. But, was Kayla really happy or just saying that?
Kayla had been out to sea only one day as near as she could tell. After sleeping a good omajority of the previous day, and the entire night, she felt refreshed. Now that she had broken free from Usagi much stronger. A feeling she relished. Harold had been checking up on her ever so often forcing her to eat. With the right food in her system and proper rest, she could recover a lot more quickly. Currently she was sitting up in bed trying to decide if she wanted breakfast or not.
Deciding she was more then well enough, Kayla stood up not supprised when her legs had given from under her. Regaining use of them was a bit more difficult, and while it had almost been a month and a half since the Titanic sank, the damage was taking its good sweet time healing, if it would at all. And, when Harold had come to check on her, that's exactly where he found her between her chair and the bed.
"Kayla, are you alright?" he asked lifting her back onto the bed.
"My legs are a little stiff, nothing to be concerned about. They should be fine in a bit." Kayla said as she tried to stand again only to fall into Harold's arms.
"Maybe you should wait until you've eaten to try and wake up those legs of yours." Harold suggested. "Did you want to go somewhere else to eat, the dining room perhaps?"
Normally Kayla hated large crowds, but after being on the Titanic, surving the sinking, and sitting in on some of the inquests a trip to a dining room didn't seem so bad after all. "Yeah, I think it'll do me good to get out of this room." Granted it wasn't as large as the rooms on Titanic, or as small as those in third-class, being boxed in was starting to get to her.
Harold gave her a quick kiss before lifting her into the wheelchair she had been given after the doctor determined her unable to walk. Kayla was irked at the entire situation, but she was used to doctors stating the obvious. So after giving the poor doctor a tongue lashing, she excepted the wheelchair. It was nice to have something new that would survive well. And, for that, Kayla was thankful. After loosing almost everything a little stability was always good.
"Just let me know if you need any help, or want to return." Harold said taking command of the wheelchair. He could tell Kayla was still a little tired, and she got lost easily. The fact she didn't protest only proved her feelings on the situation.
"Kayla, good to see you up and about this morning." Charols asked seeing Harold appear with Kayla in toe. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm doing just fine." Kayla replied."I'll be alright in time. I'm progressing much faster hen I thought I would be actually."
"That's good to know, Charols remarked. "I hope being back on a ship doesn't bother you."
Kayla shook her head. "Nah, its alright." She was about to add to that sentence, but decided not to. She hadn't told anyone but Harold about her identy as a senshi, and even he didn't have all the details. Because the one time she was garbed in her senshi attire she hadn't allowed herself to be seen by any of the officers. Sadly those that did see her parished on Titanic. Though several bodies were still unaccounted for. Her mind tried not to think of the tragic events that occoured over the past month, but she couldn't help but think Usagi must have done something to people other then jack. As Sailor Moon, the young moon princess was determined to save as many lives as possible at the risk of losing her own. But, Usagi had survived which meant she hadn't depleated all her resources. Several had to have died to make it possible. This left Kayla to wonder what exactly had happened on the faitful night after she had hit her head. Could there be more bodies out there alive and well?
Kayla decided not to dwell on it for now. Her stomach growled indicating it required food, and Kayla was more then happy to comply. Harold kept an eye on her slightly concerned when it appeared that she kept spacing out. It was true he hadn't known her long, but she usually didn't zone out like this. Unless this was just part of who she was. Then again she could have something on her mind. Given the events of the past month and a half Harold would easily admit to not being all to surprised. He surprised himself by being so strong despite having to recall details, names, and people from that ill-faded night. But, part of that he claimed to owe in large to Kayla helping him through it. She had been there and even attended the inquests with him when she felt strong enough. But, was it really fair to be dragging her around? Though she was taking all of this in stride. Perhaps she really did love him, and he was just being silly.
Kayla slowly ate her food distracted by what was on her mind. There was a feeling she just couldn't shake, and she would have to ask Usagi about it. But, after she calmed down. Kayla was still a little angry with Usagi and knew it would be wrong of her to lash out at the girl. Despite her status, Kayla wasn't going to let it stop her from having a life and it was to bad Usagi couldn't see it. "Are you alright?" broke through her muttled thoughts. It was Harold, no doubt catching her spacing.
"Just have a lot on my mind and trying to sort it all out." Kayla admitted glad she didn't have to lie around him. Though she did have to watch what she said in public. Of course even if she weren't a senshi and actually did live in this time, the time to watch what one said would come up eventually.
"Do you need to talk about it?" Harold asked, knowing that it wouldn't do himself or her any good if she kept hidden what was on her mind.
"Maybe when we're alone." Kayla replied. "its not exactly something I chose to speak about right now."
Harold nodded instantly picking up on the hidden meaning about those words. Spending so much time with Kayla taught him to look past the obvious and see things in a different light. "alright, perhaps after breakfast."
"Sounds good." Kayla agreed going back to her meal. It was small, but more then plenty for the still-recovering moon princess. She spoke very little still too consumed by the thoughts that attempted to consume her every being, thoughts and realizations that could spell trouble for many involved. A fear swept over her, what if Usagi managed to prolong many more lives? What if bodies were being picked up this very instant? The possibility was endless as to what could, or could not have happened.
After finishing his meal, Harold pulled Kayla from the table. "You must excuse me, but Kayla seems to still be a bit exhausted." He apologized to his friend.
"Its alright." Charles replied. "You just take good care of her." His now-commanding officer reminded his long-time friend.
"Don't worry I promise." Harold said heading back through the hallways back to her state room. Once inthere he helped her out of her chair so she could streach her legs giving her a kiss in the process.
Without thinking, Kayla returned the kiss not caring what happened at that point. She was emotionally distressed, and if this served as a distraction then so be it. Her body of course reacted in favor of the much-loved and much-needed distraction as it heated under his touch. So far he hadn't done more then lifted her and lie her back, but with her lips locked in his the passion between them growing, she couldn't stop the reaction her body was giving as it demanded for more. But, a stronger need for oxygen caused the kiss to stop much sooner then Kayla would have liked. She inhaled sharply her breathing shallow as her body calmed itself from its irratic behavior. She wanted more, much more, but she couldn't let herself get distracted not after she had come so far. Harold leaned in for another kiss, and Kayla figured what the hell. Life was too short.
The next few hours were indescribable to both of them as they had taken their relationship to the next level. Harold hadn't expected it to go this way, but he didn't regret his actions. H hd ased er svrl timesif she wanted him to stop, but she urged him onward. And, now he lie several hours later, in her arms. Her head resting on his chest. She seemed so peaceful he didn't bother to disturb her as she rested there.