Short one to follow…I have a few chapters up my sleeve for now so expect quick uploads.

Two

A faint beeping sounded, and Ami's cerulean eyes flickered open. Sunlight streamed through the window shutters and Ami blinked painfully.

She unstuck her face from the textbook she'd been using as a pillow.

'I'm here Luna,' Ami took hold of the communicator, rubbing her eyes. 'What's the matter?'

Makoto's voice sounded through a haze of cracking static.

'Luna is with Usagi,' she sounded rushed, and strained as though she was whispering.

'Where are you?' the fine hairs on Ami's neck began to prickle with anticipated fear. 'I'm not reading you very well.'

'Juuban Hospital. Ami I thought you could get me out of here, you know, with your mother and all,' Makoto's voice was still strained. Ami's mother worked at the Juuban hospital.

'Give me a few minutes,' she rose and asked no more. Mako-chan was in a place where the answering of questions would risk their identities.

Ami hurriedly moved through her house. Her mother hadn't come home the previous night and the kitchen light had been on all night. Ami turned it off as she dashed through the kitchen and jumped as a blue spark zapped her from the switch. The lights flickered a moment, and Ami looked up to them questioningly, enthralled, with her zapped finger in her mouth.

Without warning, the lights shattered.

Ami ducked and covered her head as fragments of glass showered over her. Faint pinpricks to her arms indicated that some of the pointy pieces had pierced her skin.

She waited until the glass stopped tinkling, and breathed deeply.

Ami risked looking up. The kitchen was a mess!

She studied her arms. Just a few cuts.

But her finger, the very one that had touched the light switch, was throbbing slightly as though still charged. She looked to it with an exasperated worried expression, and noticed that a slight blister had formed on her fingertip in a jagged line. How strange. She'd been very lucky not to have been electrocuted.

She sucked on it again, leaving the kitchen, watching that she didn't crush any more glass under her boots and shaking the finer fragments out of her hair. There wasn't time to worry about the mess. Something was up with Makoto.

Still in the previous day's jeans and blue turtleneck, Ami wrapped her scarf around her neck and buttoned her coat.