Disclaimer: I do not own sailor moon. I wish I did, but then I wish a lot
of things, the bottom line is, please don't sue :-)
In that very moment his heart sank. Would he have to tell her the truth again? He looked deeply into those big blue eyes and thought carefully. "No," He answered honestly, and bit down on his lip hard. "How old are you Serena?" He asked her, delicately changing the subject. He lifted up her hand and clutched it tightly, making her feel a little uneasy.
She tried to wriggle it free. "What do you mean your not Darien? Yes you are." She rubbed her eyes in confusion. The bump had hit her hard, making it difficult for her to think. "You are him, you look just like him," she re-assured herself.
"I know," he sighed and paused for a moment. "How old are you?" He asked again, brushing a wisp of his ebony hair off his face. "Nineteen." She answered. "But you know that." She looked him over carefully. There was definitely something different about him, but she had no idea what it was. "Then you wouldn't know yet." He sighed and got up from the bed. Again his mind filled with thoughts, should he tell her the truth and go through all that disappointment again, like he did years ago? He made a choice.
"I am Darien's great great grandson." He had lied, in his chest he felt something ache, something deep. Something inside of him was stirring, something that he had not felt for centuries. In his moment of hurt, he decided that he would tell her part of the truth, hoping that it would numb the anguish inside. "You are in the future," He said to her, staring into her eyes awkwardly, "you were transported here to, to." again he paused, trying to think of a reason quickly "to save the world." He said and shuddered at the thought. It was true that she was here to save the world, but she was here to save the world from him.
Serena sat up on the bed, slowly though, because she was still weak from being knocked unconscious for so long. "Darien, oh, sorry," she apologised and looked down at the floor uncomfortably. "What is you name then?"
He cleared his throat. "Damon," he walked over to her and sat next to her on the bed. "You are in the hospital right now, you had a nasty bump." He smiled at the two meatballs on her head. "You should get your rest."
"Your so good to me Dari." but she cut herself off. His eyes looked sick, as though she had just stabbed him in his heart. "Thanks, I mean, Thankyou." She blushed.
The colour in her cheeks made him smile, but then something flashed through his mind, something important. "Do you remember anything? Like if you saw anyone?"
She shook her head slowly. "Sorry," she said, "It's all a little blurry, was it important?"
He smiled at her lovingly, "No, it wasn't important at all. Goodnight Serena." He said, kissing her forehead gently.
"Goodnight, Damon." Serena said and wriggled down underneath the covers.
His heart skipped a beat, she had never said his real name back in the past. She didn't even know it.
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In that very moment his heart sank. Would he have to tell her the truth again? He looked deeply into those big blue eyes and thought carefully. "No," He answered honestly, and bit down on his lip hard. "How old are you Serena?" He asked her, delicately changing the subject. He lifted up her hand and clutched it tightly, making her feel a little uneasy.
She tried to wriggle it free. "What do you mean your not Darien? Yes you are." She rubbed her eyes in confusion. The bump had hit her hard, making it difficult for her to think. "You are him, you look just like him," she re-assured herself.
"I know," he sighed and paused for a moment. "How old are you?" He asked again, brushing a wisp of his ebony hair off his face. "Nineteen." She answered. "But you know that." She looked him over carefully. There was definitely something different about him, but she had no idea what it was. "Then you wouldn't know yet." He sighed and got up from the bed. Again his mind filled with thoughts, should he tell her the truth and go through all that disappointment again, like he did years ago? He made a choice.
"I am Darien's great great grandson." He had lied, in his chest he felt something ache, something deep. Something inside of him was stirring, something that he had not felt for centuries. In his moment of hurt, he decided that he would tell her part of the truth, hoping that it would numb the anguish inside. "You are in the future," He said to her, staring into her eyes awkwardly, "you were transported here to, to." again he paused, trying to think of a reason quickly "to save the world." He said and shuddered at the thought. It was true that she was here to save the world, but she was here to save the world from him.
Serena sat up on the bed, slowly though, because she was still weak from being knocked unconscious for so long. "Darien, oh, sorry," she apologised and looked down at the floor uncomfortably. "What is you name then?"
He cleared his throat. "Damon," he walked over to her and sat next to her on the bed. "You are in the hospital right now, you had a nasty bump." He smiled at the two meatballs on her head. "You should get your rest."
"Your so good to me Dari." but she cut herself off. His eyes looked sick, as though she had just stabbed him in his heart. "Thanks, I mean, Thankyou." She blushed.
The colour in her cheeks made him smile, but then something flashed through his mind, something important. "Do you remember anything? Like if you saw anyone?"
She shook her head slowly. "Sorry," she said, "It's all a little blurry, was it important?"
He smiled at her lovingly, "No, it wasn't important at all. Goodnight Serena." He said, kissing her forehead gently.
"Goodnight, Damon." Serena said and wriggled down underneath the covers.
His heart skipped a beat, she had never said his real name back in the past. She didn't even know it.
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