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But we DO own the original characters, this plot, the song and the Lunarian language used.

And now, on with the show!

To Find Their Way

Duo sighed. They had all agreed that the stranger should be watched. But why did he have to be the one that got the midnight run? He was bored out of his mind, and besides, she had been in a coma for the past three days (1). She didn't seem to have any really dangerous injuries, no matter what tests or scans they had made. Eventually a blood and tissue sample had been sent off to the Preventers HQ. Maybe she had a file...
So why did she need around the clock observation when she was practically dead? He yawned and fought his way back to semi-alertness.
She suddenly regained her color and gasped awake. Well, maybe there was still some life in her. Duo got up and went over to the girl noticing, not for the first time, that she was attractive. Okay, that was an understatement. She was gorgeous with long black hair and classical Far- East features. The only deviance from the norm was her eyes of multiple blue.
However, that beauty could be a cover up for an assassin or someone equally nasty. He snorted in disdain. 'Gees, just listen to yourself, you're as bad as Heero.' She was calling out for someone. He leaned over her, trying to make out the words.

* * * * *

"Jacob..." Sari came to in a dark room. Her dreams had been filled with blood and death, nothing unusual. However, they had been painfully realistic tonight. She sensed rather than saw someone, and looked up to see a dark brown head looming over her, the eyes lost in shadow. Saira sighed with relief.
"I dreamt that I had lost you." She reached up to kiss him firmly. Duo's eyes went wide with shock. This ... hadn't happened to him before. He liked it though; she was a good kisser.
Unfortunately the girl was not enjoying it as much as he was. Her eyes went as wide as saucers and she pushed him back with a punch to the center of the chest.
"Ouch," he said, trying to rub feeling back into his torso as he lay looking up at the ceiling. Hey, was that a cobweb? The Q-man needed a new housekeeper.
"Iie," he heard her murmur. "Gomen, gomen nasai, (2) Father." He stared blankly for a moment, and then it hit him. "You mean the priest's collar?"
"Yes, gomen, Father. I, I." At a loss for words she began to cry.
Now Duo was lost. "Whoa. Hey, now, uh." he stuttered. "Stop crying. Please? I didn't take offense or anything. I'm not even a priest, I just dress like this to remember someone." This didn't help at all, she just cried harder.
The door opened and two boys walked in. Saira looked at them through blurry vision and saw a scowling Chinese boy and a blond Arabian.
"What did you do to the prisoner, Maxwell?" The black haired one demanded.
"I didn't do anything," the no longer nameless brunet jumped. "She was having a nightmare or something, and when she woke up; I guess she mistook me for someone else." The blond walked over to Saira and put a calming hand on her shoulder.
"What's wrong," he questioned softly.
"If I'm here, then that means, that means he's dead." She managed between sobs. "If he's dead then that means that, that...Iie!" she broke up hiccupping.
"It's all right. You don't have to talk about it right now." Quatre soothed. "Why don't I go get you some water?"
"Ari, *hick* arigato *hick*," she thanked him. Her sobs came less violently, but they were still coming and she failed to stop them. Quatre got up murmured to his companions and left. Saira pulled her knees to her chest in a fetal position and continued to weep.
"Baka onna, crying like this," dark hair sneered. She looked up, her eyes blazing with blue fire. Without pausing, Saira lashed out with one foot and caught the boy in the kneecap. He crumpled to the floor with a small, strangled sound and glowered up at her.
"I may be a woman, but I'm not stupid. I'm hurting, OK? I just lost someone so incredibly important to me you'd never comprehend it, so back off!" She hadn't gotten off her cot but her voice made him shrink just a little.
Ignoring the worm, she turned to Duo. "I didn't catch your name." Tears were still flowing down her face, but she couldn't wait for them to stop.
"That's Chang Wufei. The nice guy was Quatre Winner, and I'm Duo, Duo Maxwell. You?" She wiped at her eyes but it proved futile.
"Saira Kumo Yanaiiiii." The last syllable of Jacob's name was drawn out as she started sobbing again at full force. Presently, a glass of cool water was pressed into her hand. She drank slowly, her whole body shaking.
"Would you like to talk now," Quatre questioned softly. She nodded. He took her hand and sat across from her on the bed, giving her his full attention. What a softy.
"I guess you could say, I'm in withdrawal," she began softly.
"Narcotics are the brace of the weak." She shot Wufei a nasty look, and he twitched.
"Not that kind of withdrawal, Ushiro-atama (3). I lost my husband and *sniff* it's caught up with me. It's been forever since I've gone a day without him..." she trailed off and blew her nose on a handkerchief she kept in her subspace pocket. "I've never felt so alone." It was true. While she had been sobbing uncontrollably, she had tried to contact Marle, and had run up against a cold wall. She was alive, but her silence made it worse than death. She looked up at Quatre and tried to give him a smile. He looked and even acted like The Princess.
"I'll have to find a way to make it alone though won't I?"
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find something to fill your days. My company always has an opening for employees." So much like The Princess.
"Arigato. Demo, I think I need to recuperate before I try getting a job." She smiled wickedly, surprising the three in the room. "And that means I need food!

* * * * *

Marle stood silently at the Time Gates, watching the temporal flow with cold eyes. Three days passed by in the real world, but the Fourth Dimension was timeless and solitary. It was the perfect place to form a layer of thick ice around herself. Waving her hand, she switched the scene to watch what Phoenix was doing. She knew Saira had tried to contact her several times through their bond, but she wasn't responding.
The Solitary Senshi breathed a small sigh. She wouldn't have much of a choice soon. The Kuroi were heading towards the Milky Way Galaxy and every able body was going to be needed for the battle to come. It would be difficult to fight in the chosen time period. The Terrans and their space colonies had only recently finished a rather bloody bout of warfare. Also, the belief in magic had been squashed some centuries before. Everything especially dangerous or wondrous was attributed to machines now. But she had already begun to prepare. With a gesture, she opened a portal and stepped through.
Exiting, she walked into her lab. Marle had been working here lately, when she wasn't at the Time Gates. Closing her eyes she let the transformation slip. With a blur of energy, she changed back into her 'normal' self. Her civilian form was dressed in black stretch pants and a black tank top. Her knee length chestnut-brown hair was braided and coiled into a bun at the base of her long neck. Walking over to a file cabinet she pulled out some blueprints with her pale hand.
The blueprints were of the Gundams, their rebuilt forms to be precise. Walking over to a blank wall, she pressed her fingers against a single irregularity on the smooth surface that caused a panel to slide away to reveal a screen. Placing her hand on it while giving it time to scan her DNA, she gave her voice recognition code. Once the computer finished processing her request, Marle stepped through the suddenly appearing door and set the plans on a convenient desk.
Stopping to look up at the eighty-five percent finished Gundams; Marle said thoughtfully, "Maybe I'll stop by in a few days time."

* * * * *

The five Gundam pilots stared, almost in shock at the girl sitting primly on the kitchen counter. Just an hour ago she had cried herself dry for the third time that week and was now proceeding to consume half of the safe house's pantry in the strangest combinations.
"How can you eat that?" Duo asked, visibly horrified as Saira stuffed another peanut butter and radish sandwich into her mouth.
"It's easy." She swallowed and continued all the while digging into a hot fudge sundae topped with sauerkraut. "I just stick it in my mouth, chew, and swallow."
"Yeah but..."
"But what? I'm just eating what my body is telling me to eat." 'I'm dining for two now, but they can't find out. It would be too much exposure.' Saira continued to shovel food into her mouth and let a frown crease her forehead. 'Who can I trust here? Jacob's gone, Marle has effectively trapped herself in the Fourth Dimension with her work, Yaten's dead, the kids...' her thoughts trailed off. An unexpected pressure on her shoulder interrupted her gloom. Trowa handed her a handkerchief and she stared at it until she realized she had begun crying again.
"Arigato." She dabbed at her eyes and finished her ice cream. 'Marle, where are you?'
Ding-dong.
Walking to the door, Quatre said, "I'll get it. On the front steps, he found a girl who appeared to be around the same age as Saira. She had long brown hair that had been braided and wrapped snugly around her head in an ancient style, and green blue eyes the temperature of ice. He was slightly startled by the look in them: vengeance.
"Hello. May I help you with something?" Without mincing words she replied.
"I'm here to see Saira Kumo Yanai."
"Umm," he said hoping to stall. "I don't think you have the right house." She should have had the wrong house. No one had been told of Saira's presence here. Not even Sally had been told from who or where the latest lab sample had come from.
"Unless this is not the residence of Quatre Raberba Winner, who would be you; I sincerely doubt that I have the wrong address." Swallowing Quatre answered, "Yes, I am Quatre Winner, but I don't know anyone who goes by the name Saira Kumo Yanai here. Maybe the next house down would know something about her. Good day, Miss." He started to shut the door when Marle's hand stopped it.
"Wait! Please." Marle looked at him and felt like rolling her eyes. 'He is a terrible lair. But then again, it is awfully hard to fool a Telepath.' Looking at him with pleading eyes she said, "Saira is my older sister and I've been desperately searching for her ever since the Mari Maia crisis." She buried her head in her hands as she made her shoulder shake with faux sobs. "Plea...se sir, she is the very ... la...st... family... I... ha...ve left. Pl...ea...se tell m...e th...at ... she... is here I look..ed ever...y where...else..." Using all of her acting techniques, she used her Mercury powers to make the wetness on her face real. Quatre wasn't quite sure what to do. She acted enough like Saira, they didn't look related, but he didn't look like all of his sisters.
"All right, you can come in. I'll go check." Marle was lead gently by the elbow into the anteroom and set down on a cushioned bench still crying her false tears. Watching him leave through her fingers, Marle thought, 'Yep, he's definitely the Kitten's grandson.

* * * * *

"Miss Saira?" She looked up from a double heaping of cold pasta salad garnished with grape jelly.
"Yes, Quatre-san?" Saira watched her words carefully. She had been using English too rarely these days. She always wanted to revert back to Japanese.
"There's someone here who wants to talk to you." Saira paled a little, her mind churning with possibilities. This could be an enemy come to kill her. It could be someone who had guessed there was more to her than what the Gundam pilots thought. And as long as she was at it, this could be Mickey Mouse. If any one of those fears was true... A hand strayed to her stomach; it was still flat, but would start to grow by next week.
Those were only a few possibilities. She needed more information.
"What does this person look like?" The gentle pilot had obviously picked up on her distress.
"She has long brown hair, blue-green eyes, and says she's your younger sister."
"Oh. I'd, I'd like it if you guys would accompany me to see her."
"Why, onna? Aren't you glad to hear from your family," Wufei asked sarcastically. She glared at him and was rewarded with another facial twitch. They were becoming standard, occurring every time he made a 'remark.'
"Not that it's any of your business, Dragon-butt, demo, I have...enemies." She regained a little of her color. "I'd feel better if I had back up, just in case," she stressed.
"Fine, weak onna, I'll protect you," mumbled Wufei as he started to walk to the anteroom shortly followed by the rest of the group, receiving a death glare from Saira all the way. Saira opened the door, and all tension left her.
"Marle!" she cried happily. "It's you, it's you, it's really, really you!" Smiling, the younger woman stood up and opened her arms.
"Yeah, it's me. It took awhile to get in though."
"It doesn't matter," the taller said. "You're here and that's all that matters." Saira hugged Marle until they both turned purple because they had cut off each other's circulation.
"Baka onnas," a sour voice mumbled from the side. "It's demeaning to show such emotion in public."
'Is it, huh?' "I," Marle said as she walked over to Wufei. "Don't," with lighting quick motion she kneed him in the gut. "Care."
Saira put her hands behind her head and leaned back a little; acting like the eighteen year old she was supposed to be.
"Tsk, tsk. Don't kill him, Marle. He just needs to be trained. Besides," she grinned. "Feed a dog for three days... (4)" Looking at Saira out of the corner of her eye without moving her head, she cocked one eyebrow.
"Oh, really?"
"Hai, really. Besides, we might need him someday." Shrugging, Marle gave him one last glare.
"Never, and I mean NEVER call me onna, weak, baka, or anything else, because I swear if you do, you WILL regret it." Tuning on her heel, she calmly walked back to the couch and sat down. Saira followed her with worried eyes.
'Marle, I can't feel you, and your aura is darkened. Was the pain so horrible needed to shut yourself off from everything?'
"So, Beautiful," the braided one began. "Your name is..."
Ding Dong. Walking to the door again, Quatre said, "I'll get it." There was a man behind it. Except this one was definitely older. He was in his mid-thirties and had dark blue hair that topped his head wildly. He also had two young children in tow.
"I'm here to see Marle Kou and Saira Yanai."
"I'll go check, Mr...." he was getting tired of this song and dance.
"I am Serge. That will be all you'll need to tell them." He nodded and left for the anteroom. Saira and Marle were arguing with each other in a language he didn't know, but sounded strangely familiar.
He cleared his throat and they both stopped in mid sentence. Quatre smiled. At least they could stop arguing, unlike some other people he knew.

"There is a Mr. Serge here to see you."
"Why would Se-oji (5) come to see us?" asked Saira.
Bopping Saira on her head and giving her a glare, Marle stood up and said, "Thank you, Mr. Winner, for letting me know." As soon as the kids heard Marle's voice they came bursting through the doorway running straight towards her yelling, "MOMMY!!" in various languages. Five faces either blanked or went into shock when they heard the shrill exclamations.
"Mommy?" Trowa mimicked one eyebrow raised slightly. "Aren't you a little young to have children of that age?"
"I'm twenty-five." Marle replied bluntly. Duo face faulted and looked her up and down. "But you only look like you're seventeen!"
Marle looked at him with bland disinterest. "We keep our age well in my family."
"And just how old is the other onna," Wufei said with a little less disdain than usual. Saira rolled her eyes.
"I'm one year older, Dragon-butt. Have a little respect for your seniors."
"I don't take orders from onnas." At that a little boy with dark brown hair and green eyes, scowled, got up, and kicked the pilot of Shenlong in the shin.
"Don't talk to Sai-oba (6) like that."
"Drake Tane Kou! What did your Father tell you about picking fights," Marle started to scold as she strode over to her son and picked him up.
"Only fight when someone is mean to my sisters, Okaasama (7), or Sai- oba," the little one answered almost smugly.
Groaning Marle grumbled too softly for the kids to hear, "Yaten, be glad you are already dead. Setting Drake on her hip, she walked over to the couch and said, "Ignore what he said about fighting, what did your aunt tell you?"
"To dis, disre, disregard!" he struggled through the difficult word making a strange face as his mouth tried to twist around the sound. "Disregard what Toosan (8) said, unless it was about Okaasama." Saira had started backing out of the room but was stopped by Marle's harsh gaze.
"Remind me to never leave you alone with my children, dear sister." Looking back to her child with patient eyes, Marle said, "Forget what your aunt told you about fighting. What have I told you about fighting?"
"Not to fight," he mumbled hanging his head. Putting her finger gently under his chin she slowly raised it so she could look in his eyes.
"Unless?"
Looking into his mother's blue-green eyes he said, "To not fight unless its self-defense or if given no other choice." Seeing his mother nod gave him a burst of courage and he continued, "If a problem can be solved by words, use words. Don't resort to fighting unless it's the last option. The very last." Wufei was about to say something snide, but Saira elbowed him in the gut. "Don't even think about it," she hissed. She flipped her hair and the light from her ring glanced off the gems in rainbow colors. Duo noticed it with some interest.
"Wow, where'd you get a rock like that?" Saira blushed faintly, the first time they had seen her do so.
"It's my wedding ring. And it was my Okaasama's and my Obaasan's (9)." She blinked back tears. It suddenly hurt losing them. "Its been in my family for ... generations." Hope, recognizing her emotional state, ran over to her and hugged her around the knees.
"Sai-oba, sing your star song."
"Awe, you know it well enough yourself," she joked.
"Sing," the girl demanded gently.
"All right, I need to practice anyway. Let me sit down." Saira sat on a love seat, and laid the tiny silver head against her sternum so she could feel the vibrations of the song. Drake also climbed into her lap so he could hear better.

Le tou
Ren, nah da si
Le tou
Lun, mah si
Ser ty haalu,

Her voice was low and soft as the black haired woman created the harmonies of a song she knew so well.

Giez frro ue beyl
Mey, cal Se klee
Trel'an, ulb'an
Mien tun flal
Yal, miea Urus

Saira finished her song, pleased to see her niece and nephew half asleep. Silently, Quatre and Trowa were selected to take them to a spare room for their afternoon nap. The children were hoisted up onto shoulders and balanced on hips with a few small mishaps, but it was nothing a story couldn't calm down. After following the blond through the twisting halls, they were put down to listen as Marle told them a long involved tale.
After seeing her last children fall asleep, Marle tucked the blankets around them saying, "And the final battle between the forces of good and evil came, and the children of the light kicked the bad-guys butts. Every one lived happily ever after. The end." Kissing each of their foreheads she whispered, "Goodnight, my precious ones." Hope murmured something before turning over, and there was the faintest trace of shock in her mother's eyes.
"What did she say, Mar," Saira questioned casually. "I'll tell you later."

1) Saira's status as Sailor Phoenix allows her to heal almost any wound, but it can take up to three days in accordance with lunar cycles.

2) Gomen, gomen nasai- Sorry, very sorry.

3) Ushiro-atama roughly translates to butt-head.

4) The complete phrase is: Feed a dog for three days and you get attached to it.

5) –oji is a suffix for Uncle.

6) -oba is a suffix for Aunt.

7) Okaasama is a respectful term for Mother.

8) Toosan roughly means Daddy.

9) Obaasan is a respectful term for Grandmother

Romanticized translation for the song in this chapter

See the Stars

Who circle us above.

See the Stars

Who circle the Moon,

The Pearl. Our Lady

Rests upon a silver

Throne, Her eyes are

Cast to Earth, to the

Blue crystal where the

Wind lives free.

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