Sorry about the wait. I really am STUCK. I need some ideas like… stat. I'm not too sure about this chapter. I may do a re-write. I just don't know. Give me some opinions please.

Stand disclaimer applies. I do not own.

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She stared at the sixteen-year-old girl sitting in the bed in front of her. The girl just continued to stare back. It was actually sad that the girl was here. She was really pretty with really dark, short chopped hair, maybe barely longer than Amara's, the brightest brown eyes Serena had ever seen, and a very beautiful face. But, her arms were wrapped with bandages up to her elbows and, since Serena had seen the girl's file, she was sure that her thighs were the same way.

"So, you're Amaya?" Serena asked her.

"Yup," she replied, still staring right at her.

"Well, I'm Dr. Tsukino but I really don't mind if you just call me Serena if you want to," Serena told her but the girl just stared. "You really don't want to talk to me, do you?"

"Nope," Amaya replied.

"Well, why don't you tell me why you're here anyways," Serena suggested. "I mean, seriously, I'm here for an hour now and an hour later tonight. That's two hours a day that you're stuck with me and can't sleep or watch TV or see your friends. So, really, what better things do have to do than talk to me."

"You wouldn't understand. You're too old," she replied.

Serena bristled at this, "Hey! I'm only a couple years older than you, thank you very much. So, I bet you that I can relate."

"Only a couple? I wouldn't give you much. But, I bet you smoke, don't you? You can tell. It adds a little age to your face. You seem to do well to help take care of the effects though," she commented.

Serena was at a loss for words. She wasn't sure whether she'd just been complimented or insulted or both. She shook her head, "Fine, we can play a game."

"A game?"

"Sure," Serena shrugged. "Rock, paper, scissors. If you lose, I get to ask you a question and you have to answer it."

"And, if you lose? I'm not playing if you get off with nothing," Amaya crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Fine," Serena mumbled. "Rock. Paper. Scissors. SHOOT!"

Serena threw down rock while Amaya threw down paper and Amaya smirked, "Okay then, how old are you really?"

"I'm 21," Serena told her, glad that they'd both seemed to decide to start with simple questions.

The next go, Amaya lost and Serena learned that the girl would be turning seventeen in two months. And, in the time of the next five rounds, she learned that Amaya had two younger siblings and one true friend. While Amaya learned that Serena had nine best friends, eight girls and one guy, that Serena had one younger brother, and that Serena had had a few near-death experiences but not what they were.

"Alright," Amaya called it. "Rock. Paper. Scissors. SHOOT!"

Amaya won using scissors against Serena's paper. Giving her a smile, Amaya asked, "Have you ever been in love?"

"Once," Serena answered swiftly, closing her mouth tight and signaling the end of her answer. Amaya opened her mouth to question further but Serena stopped her, "Nope, one question a win. Rock. Paper. Scissors. SHOOT!"

Serena groaned as she lost using rock, already knowing what they next question would be. Amaya's face was serious as she confirmed Serena's fears, "What happened?"

"He went to America," she answered, not showing any signs of saying anything else.

"That's all you got to say?" Amaya wrinkled her nose. "I'll make you a deal, I'll tell you about me if you tell me about you."

Serena cocked her head to the side, "Aren't I suppose to be the psychologist?"

"Yup, and the coolest one I've had so far. So, let's chat," the sixteen year old pulled her knees up to her chest as she sat on the bed, wincing a little and shifting to make the cuts on her thighs comfortable, and stared intently at Serena again.

"Okay," Serena conceded. "Honestly, I'm not too sure what happened. We met when I was fourteen and he was nineteen…"

"He was five years older than you. My parents would have a fit," Amaya interrupted and Serena could already tell this story was going to take a while.

"Yes, he was five years older and my dad didn't approve so much. My mom, on the other hand, loved him. Anyways, we didn't get off to a good start. He always made fun of me and stuff like that," Serena made a face remembering all the names he'd call her.

"That means he likes you," Amaya told her like a parent would tell a young child.

"And so," Serena replied. "It turns out he did. A couple months later, we found ourselves in, what my friends would always call, 'the perfect relationship.' He was kind of like my prince in a shining armor."

"Your Tuxedo Mask?" Amaya interrupted again but this time caught Serena very off guard. Amaya blushed slightly when she saw the wide-eyed look she was getting from her psychologist. She started to explain, "Well, Sailor Moon was big when I was in the ages of eight to ten. Of course, I followed her very closely. I'd always wanted a Tuxedo Mask kind of guy."

"Oh…" Serena replied, before clearing her head. "Anyways, two years later, he was offered a chance to study over seas in America. We were supposed to get married when he returned. He left me a ring and everything. Not long after he left, I got a call telling me that he may not be coming home and it'd be best if we ended it. I never knew exactly why he left me."

Amaya stared at her for a second, "Did you sleep with him?" When Serena blushed at Amaya's question, the girl rolled her eyes, "I'm sixteen, not six."

"Fine, yes, I slept with him," Serena answered. "Once before he left."

"Yeah, I slept with him, too," Amaya told her, referring to her ex-boyfriend. "We started dating when we were thirteen. It'd been three years, my friends said that by now, it should be proved that we could 'take it to the next level' with out any fears. Sex is normal."

"But, look where it got us," Serena told her. "You're in the psych ward of a hospital, with an unknown release time and bandages up your arms and legs. And, I spent the last five years smoking, drinking, and sleeping with any semi-okay looking guy that wanted to, only to end up in a sex-only relationship with the guy that caused it all."

Amaya was quiet for a minute before speaking, "For some reason, I think I got the better deal."

"Was it with the intent to kill yourself?" Serena asked.

Amaya stared at her wrist for a moment before looking up, "I really don't know. Did you ever want to die because of what happened?"

"Everyday," Serena answered. She smiled lightly at the girl and then looked at her watch, "Alright, time's up. Next time we only talk about you."

Amaya stuck her tongue out, "Yeah right."

-x-

"Hey! How was your very first patient?" Mina jumped from her seat and asked as soon as Serena came into view.

"A fireball," Serena replied. "I think we talked more about me than her."

Mina made a face and laughed, "I don't think that's how it's supposed to work."

"She wanted to know and it was one of the only ways to get her to open up. She's a good kid," Serena replied leaning against the counter, emotionally drained.

"You talked about Darien, huh?" Mina guessed.

Serena popped one eye open, "You can tell?"

"Of course," Mina rolled her eyes. "Why don't you go take a break on the roof before our lovely Kisa finds you. I have to finish some stuff up, so I can't take it with you.

"Yeah, sounds good. See ya in ten," Serena said, turned and walking away and to the elevator.

-x-

Serena shook her head as she stood at the door of the roof. That guy could drive one absolutely insane. She sighed, "How long have you been up here?"

Darien turned around and smirked, "About three minutes. I guessed. According to Kisa, this is where you spend most breaks."

"Let me guess, all you had to do was smile to get that out of her," Serena pulled out a cigarette and walked over to the fence to stand beside Darien.

"Sure," he shrugged and reached to take the cigarette from her.

She lit her lighter anyways, threateningly close to his hand, "Don't even think about it."

"Have you ever kissed a smoker? It doesn't taste pretty," he teased and she couldn't help what brought on the dark humor attitude that they were both emitting to the other.

"Then don't kiss me," she responded.

"Sure," he shrugged again and walked off.

She stared after him long after he'd entered the building before she slumped back against the fence. Her head was spinning. One minute they were arguing, one minute he was teasing her mercilessly, and then the next they were being as cold and black as a winter night. She growled to herself, "Bastard."

"Hey," the voice made Serena jump and almost fall off the ledge. So much for no longer being a klutz at all.

"I thought you couldn't take a break," she told Mina.

Mina shrugged and made her way to the ledge, pulling out her own cigarette, "Found some. You look like you've been through hell and back. Wanna talk?"

"I've had enough talking for a lifetime, thanks though," she responded sarcastically, her mood obviously not changing much since Darien had been up here. What had he been up here for anyways? Just to piss her off? She bristled at the thought.

"Whoa, what happened to you?" Mina put her hands up in surrender after seeing the death look that crossed her friends face.

"Nothing," she mumbled.

Mina's eyebrows scrunched together, "Look, I know you are going through some stuff right now, but that's no reason to push us all away. We are just trying to help you out."

"I don't need help," Serena responded, an obvious edge to her tone.

"Fine. Talk when you realize that you do," Mina stood up and walked away and off the roof.

Serena through her head back and groaned, "What? Are we still teenagers or something?"

-x-

Mina didn't talk to her for the rest of the day and her session with Amaya flew by, mostly because Serena was on edge. This was obvious to Serena's mentor who made a comment about keeping her personal and professional life separate. This automatically put Serena in her place and she back to behaving like she should.

She went home right at her off time, not even waiting for Mina. She reached into the fridge and grabbed a beer first thing as she entered the house and then she changed into more comfortable clothes. She saw the look that Luna shot her.

"Not now Luna. Go to Mina's room or something. I don't feel like messing with it," Serena growled. The cat obeyed without a word, slipping into the room down the hall from her own. She her whispered a couple seconds later, she guessed Artemis had already been relaxing in his bed.

She sat down with her beer and flipped on the TV. She sat there for a couple minutes before she had a flash of the man they portrayed doing thing on TV. She sat the beer on the table and lay back on the couch with her arm over her eyes.

"How'd I get back here?" she mumbled to herself and she could feel the tears start to push their self between her eyelids.

"So this is what you've become?" a voice suddenly spoke up, causing her to sit up with wide eyes. "This is ridiculous. Put yourself together. There is no way you can be a queen or my mother like this."

"Rini? What the heck?" she was at an utter loss as to what the girl was doing there.

O.o Okay, so I was /not/ planning that. I got stuck so I decided to throw something random in there. I was originally going to have this story take place over several months but I'm not so sure anymore. I need some ideas and input. I'm so stuck. I'm not even too fond of this chapter -.o