Okay, so I wanted to get this one out because the next chapter would have been excessively long with this in it. Now that it's summer I should have chapters in sooner than before. (Three months -_-)
And I just have to say that I'm dreadfully sorry that it had taken me so long to update. I had finals going on and I was studying for my AP exam (which I passed! :D)
So I should have the next chapter in sometime next week. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.
Neo Queen Serenity stood in the conference room looking out of the balcony window at her beloved kingdom. There was a change in the atmosphere, a dark cold fog drifted over the palace dimming the always shining structure. She suspected that something was wrong in the past but she did not know what it could be. A chill ran down her spin as she thought of the worst that might have happened to her daughter and past self.
"My lady?"
The queen turned from her post and looked at the man who called her. She had for gotten that she was in the middle of a meeting when her mind started to drift. Two men stood opposite of her one holding a scroll and ink quell the other a helmet tucked under his arm.
"Is something troubling you My Lady? " The man with the helmet, Arbogast, asked worry now present on his face.
"No. Thank you for your concern, though." The queen lied in hopes that her people would not worry. She didn't want to scare them into thinking that their lives are in danger. "I'm sorry, what was your pervious question? "
"The Guardians ask how you stand on the border lines, madam. Do you wish them to extend?" Kraven, the man with the scroll and ink well, asked awaiting her answer patiently.
"No. Tell them to open the gates in the west to allow travelers to enter. No more extensions."
"The new weapons the king asked for are finally complete. Do you wish us to bring them for inspection?"
"No. Venus is head in command of the army, have her test it. If that is all I'd like to rest now."
"Yes My Lady." Both men said in unison and bowed exiting the room to leave their queen in peace.
She sat down on the big chair in front of the glass table and rubbed her temples moving her fingers in small circles. All this work and worry was putting a strain on her. She hadn't been able to sleep right and eat well. She was scared for her daughter and her world. It seemed as if she could never be at peace.
A call from within the corridor broke her train of thought as the footsteps of the voice ran down the hall into the conference room. Harlet stood before her panting heavily, her forehead wrinkled with worry and eyes full of fright.
The queen stood up from her seat and walked over to Harlet, taking her by the shoulders she told her advisor to take a deep breath and when she had finally caught her breath the queen asked her what had happened to cause her to be in such a state.
"The King has fallen gravely ill."
Although she knew it sounded as if it were a nonchalant matter, her kingdom was the essences of the Silver Crystal; it was rare and even unheard of that her people became ill. She quickened her pace as she drew closer to her husband's room.
"Thank you Harlet. You are relieved of your duties for the night." The queen said and closed the large doors to her room.
The clicks of her heels echoed off the walls as she approached the bed taking in the sight of her pale husband under the sheets. The midnight color of his hair contrasted so much with his now pale skin. She sat down on the large bed and brushed her knuckles against his soft cheek almost flinching at the heat of his fever. He stirred slightly inhaling deeply as if he were in pain.
"Endymion." Serenity breathed caressing his cheek tenderly.
His eyes fluttered open and he met her worried face.
"You're burning up." His wife said threading her fingers through his hair.
"I fear something has happened to my past self. I felt a pain in my side and…" He said struggling to sit up only to collapse back on to the bed.
"Don't try and overexert yourself." Serenity said brushing her hands against his bare chest as she pulled the blankets away from him in hopes that it would calm his fever. She could see that he was completely stripped of his clothes and blushed slightly at the amount of skin she had seen. She stood up from the bed and walked over to the nightstand, grabbing a cloth from the drawer she placed it in the ceramic basin and poured the water from the pitcher.
"I haven't felt this weak in centuries." The king said with closed eyes trying to concentrate on something other than the pain he felt in his body.
Wringing out the excess water from the cloth Serenity walked back to the bed and placed the wet cloth on his forehead.
He jumped slightly at the feel of the cold cloth against his hot face. "It's cold."
"No it's not, it's room temperature. You have a fever and I can't let it grow or else you could get heat stroke."
"Since when did you know more than me?" Endymion asked as his wife washed his warm body with the soaking cloth.
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "I'm not the same klutzy school girl you met all those years ago."
Endymion smiled slightly as he thought of their first meeting when the scrunched up ball of paper belonging to the blonde haired pigtailed girl in front of him hit him on his head. Insults were exchanged and she ran off home. Sometimes he missed those days of teasing and faint hints of flirtation, the desire for her. But now she was his and he wouldn't trade it for anything.
"Do you remember-ugh!"Endymion doubled over in pain clutching his abdomen. He gripped at the sheets hoping for the excruciating pain pulsating through his body to stop. Fumbling fingers grabbed his wrists and pulled him on his back. Soft warm lips press against his and a warm tingle drifted through him down to the center of the pain. Serenity was trying to heal him, to keep him alive until something could be done to save him. The pain subsided and as she pulled back her hair tickled his face.
Serenity crawled over her husband onto the bed and laid next to him cradling his face in her hands.
"Don't leave me Endymion. Stay here with me."
He could feel the warmth in her hands projecting the healing power of the crystal. She laid her head against his chest listening to his heart beat and took hold of his hand letting her power flow to him. Soft knuckles brushed against her cheek to wipe away the tears that fell from her eyes. She looked up at his face and met his dark eyes. He brushed away a stray strand of hair from her face and kissed the crescent moon on her forehead.
"I'll always be with you."
...
Mama. Papa. I'm sorry that I couldn't save you. I'm sorry that I'm not as strong as I had hoped to be. I thought that I could do this. I thought that I had grown enough mentally and physically to protect you like you had protected me. I wanted to prove to you that I could do it, prove that I could save our home. I've tried so hard to be just like you Mama, to be like Sailor Moon. I know that I could never come close but to have the chance to show you that had learned what you taught me would have made me so happy. But I've failed. I let Darien die. I was so powerless, so useless. I let our home fall apart. If Sailor Moon were here she would have been able to save him. If I could be like Sailor Moon I could have saved him. I'm sorry.
