At around the same time that Fuchsia had made her appearance on the rooftop, Charlie had decided to take an evening stroll through the outskirts of town. He didn't live in the inner suburbia that Suki and Stacie called home. His home was far out, by the warehouse in fact. Technically, it wasn't his house. It wasn't his parent's either. The house Charlie called home was his stepmother's. His mother had died giving birth to him and his father had married soon after his fifth birthday. His stepmother, Pat, was a kind and naive woman who loved everyone and everything and went on with her life no matter what obstacles stood in her way. That, Charlie thought as he walked along in the warm night air, is probably why she tolerated my father so long. His father had begun drinking soon after he and Pat were married. The drinking made him bitter and he beat his wife. Charlie, needless to say, had a cold childhood. When Pat finally got the nerve to file for divorce, she went to court and earned custody of Charlie. Twice a year, he met with a grief counselor and was supposed to "talk it out", but he never really was a man for words. That's what he found so appealing about theater: he didn't have to come up with what to say. Someone else wrote it for him.

This particular night, he had left in a fuss because the walls in his room were driving him nuts. They were white. All white. When Pat was working late, like she was that night, the whole house was silent. The white of his walls and the quite of his house drove him mad. He felt like he was in an asylum. So he jotted a note and stuck it to the fridge, grabbed his jacket and left.

His thoughts ran deep. Sailor Eclipse had really gotten to him. She was right about everything. The real reason he didn't want to join the team was because he was afraid. He'd worked so hard to build up a macho lifestyle. Me, myself, and I: that's the way it was meant to be. That's why life has taken me down the roads it has: so that I can get used to disappointment. Or so he had always thought. Now, the whole idea seemed silly. There were people willing to care about him. They were willing to be his friends: his teammates.

He hadn't really ever had real friends before. Charlie could count them on his fingers actually. Chris Archer and Anna Jemison, who was in most of his classes, were some of the only people who would talk to him. It was because of his pride. Charlie Goodman was proud. It was his own undoing and he had to make it right. He could make it right. Eclipse hung out on that old warehouse, that much Charlie knew. She was always there. Why not see if she was there now?

He walked the short distance to the alley behind the warehouse. There were voices above. Who all was there? She wouldn't talk to herself, would she? He smiled at the thought. Looking up to the roof, he faced his palms up and spoke:

"Give me a sign!" He didn't know whom he was talking to, but the idea of putting whatever conversation he was bound to have with Eclipse off until totally necessary sounded pretty appealing. He was a doubting himself. "What am I supposed to do here? I mean, this may sound good, but what if I can't trust them?" He closed his eyes.

A scream from above shook Charlie back to reality. What the…

Something- No! Someone- was falling… fast. He was right below who ever it was and he had his arms out. Crap! Before he could think to pull them back in, he was holding Sailor Eclipse who had her arms tightly around his neck holding on for dear life, eyes squeezed shut. Tenderly she opened one eye to see if she had died or not. Charlie stared at her. Slowly she turned her head to face his.

"Charlie?" She tr. Her voice! It was gone! She was probably in shock.

"Suki!" A voice from the roof shouted. No one from the roof would have been able to see what had happened after the first story fall because of the darkness.

"Eclipse? Can I put you down now?" Charlie asked. He was in shock a little bit too. She nodded vigorously. As much as he was uncomfortable carrying her, she was far more uncomfortable being held. Especially because she knew that her beloved Chris was in danger 20 feet above her and she wasn't there.

The second her feet touched the ground she stumbled. The shock of the fall was overwhelming. The entirety of the night: having gotten everything she thought she wanted and then some only to have it ripped away in an instant. She couldn't stand up straight. Charlie stabled her.

"You need to calm down, Eclipse. Really. What happened? What's wrong? I want to help. I want to be a part of your team."

"Re-really?" She uttered finally gaining her voice back. "There isn't time… There's no time. Chris. I have to go up there."

"You aren't making any sense," He said confused. "What's up there?"

"Chris." She said and tried to walk again. However, her attempt was in vain. Yet again she fell. "Chris and… and he needs my help…"

"That much I understand. Tri-global! Winter! Power!" The alley got cold and the ground spat up shards of ice. The ice surrounded him forming a case. His shell cracked and broke and Sailor Winter emerged. Frost crept its way across his forehead forming his silver-blue band. "I'm on it."

"No you aren't." She said regaining her strength. "Not without me. I'm going back. We can't waste any time."

They raced to the ladder. Chivalry, though for the most part dead, lives in the souls of few today. Charlie, though proud in demeanor, was if nothing else chivalrous. For those of you who are unaware, when chivalry did thrive, women did not climb ladders. Suki, did.

"After you." He said when they reached their destination.

She looked down at her mini-skirt. This isn't happening. She thought.

"Um, no, I insist. After you." He noticed the issue and moved ahead. This isn't getting more awkward by the minute. He thought. But there's something very attractive about her devotion to this kid on the roof. Attractive? This is the most awkward night of my life.

He peered over the top of the ladder only to find the whole roof empty. He climbed up onto the top. She followed him and upon reaching the same conclusion, fell to her knees. Fuchsia was gone and Chris was nowhere to be seen.

"That coward." She whispered with her head in her hands, tears streaming down her face.

"What?" He asked.

"That lowlife, creepoziod, coward! This means war!"

"I thought we were already in war."

"Well, if we weren't we are now."

"What's the cause of war this time, Eclipse?" Solstice's voice rang out and both Winter and Eclipse turned around to see a huddled mass of Sailor Soldiers. Equinox, Solstice, and Autumn stood in front of a fourth body.

"They took Spring prisoner. He's gone again. We have to get him back. Who's that?"

"I," The fourth member of their party spoke up, "am a long way from home." He was short with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a Sailor Soldier uniform. It was peach colored.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Winter asked.

"It means that I'm not from here. What else could it possibly mean? My name is Sailor Summer and I've been looking for y'all for way to long."

Stacie's face sang out with pure satisfaction. She had been right all along. Plus, she added mentally, He is pretty cute.