Who Knows Where the Time Goes?
Sam Weasley
Summary: The last story was about the mysterious Sailor Hecate and her trials of the Sailor Senshi. But Hecate cannot guard the Gates of the Underworld and be the Senshi of Death at the same time. So she sends her companion back into life to help protect the old and new Senshi from their Future and Hecate's warning to Endymion. Warnings: Overall weirdness, for one. But basically, some swearing, violence, swearing, and overall insanity. YAY! Disclaimer: I don't own the Sailor Senshi Venus, Mercury, Moon, Chibi Moon, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, or Pluto. I own Sailor Senshi Hecate. I do not own Yoroiden Samurai Troopers Kongo no Shuu, Suiko no Shin, Tenku no Touma, Rekka no Riyo, or Korrin no Seiji. I do not own Masho Gen, Yumi, Doku, or Oni. I do not own Kayura-sama. I do own Angel Senshi Justice, Faith, Intellect, Virtue, and Courtesy. I also own Angel Knights War, Death, Empathy, Silence, and Courage. I do not own Gundam Pilots Heero, Duo, Quatre, Trowa, or Wufei (::like Birdman:: WUUUUUUUUFEEEEIIII!!). I do own Bya-chan, Nefertiti, and the idea to turn OniMasho into a cat. heh heh. I do not own Luna, Luna-P, Artemis, Diana, Byakuen, Kokuen, the Medjai or the Preventers.. I think that about sums it up.. Yeah. OH! I don't own X-Men (who will only be mentioned by the name Logan- whom I do not own).
Memories. What were memories? Images of the past set both good and bad. Memories were like sand. Insignificant is the one grain of sand. But together is formed the desserts. They were fragile. Nefertiti knew this all too well. She stood on the cliff overlooking what was once a great city in the Ancient Times, staring at her hands. They looked so normal. But they had cost her. Her power had resulted in this. Human interference with life had come to this. What was her life like before this? Ardeth had said she was a wonderful, happy woman. That was when he knew her in the 1930s. It was the edge of the Millennium and she had not aged a day. Ardeth had died of old age a few months ago. Nefertiti wrapped her hands around the jangling dog-tags around her neck. They read numbers and had two names. 'Nefertiti', which led her here to Hymenoptera, and 'Jackal', which she was given because of what the North American doctors had made her.
How was Logan after the years since they had separated in Canada? He too was searching for what he was taken from.
"Oy! Jackal?" called up the hill to her. Nefertiti turned round slowly to face the fair-haired man in black Medjai robes. "How long are you going to stand there?" the young man asked. She had seen this boy grow up because she couldn't age. She had seen Ardeth grow from middle aged to old to die of his age and be buried in the sands. Her heart hurt at the thought of loosing Ardeth. Though she had no memory of their past, they had been married and the thought she lost a husband was painful. He had been so kind and patient with her when she returned without a clue who he was.
//Flashback//
"Somebody's coming!" a voice. distant. Jackal forced her head up from the endless sands. The call came from here. This land is what made her travel the sands for days. Now she was weak, her jeans and tee shirt torn. Her hair longer than she liked. "She looks near death."
"Who would want to come out here?"
Voices. Defensives clicked in. The blurry forms of black-robed men came to view. Jackal held up her fists and called on the work of the doctors she and Logan had escaped. Three silver claws grew from between her fingers on each hand. The voices backed off.
"Stay. away. from me." Jackal panted, falling to her knees and then to her hands, claws still out dangerously. She gasped for air taken over a long journey across the sands. She had been following the call. That was why she was out here. The call home, it felt like, but she had no idea.
"We don't want to hurt you." came a voice.
"She looks like." another voice.
"But she should be older- if she were even alive."
"Nefertiti Bey disappeared. She should be dead or at least twenty years older than this!"
"Call the healers and find Ardeth!"
Ardeth. Jackal lifted her eyes again from the sands. The blurry people kept their distance; it looked like they were staring at her hands. her claws. Jackal shut her eyes and continued to shake all over from lack of rest and proper food. Ardeth sounded so familiar.
The world went dark and quiet.
Jackal slowly opened her eyes. She was in a small, one room, hutch- like building. There were lamps lit around the corners and books lying about. She was in a bed, it seemed, and staring at a middle-aged man in black clothes. He in turn was staring back at her with soft brown eyes.
Jackal tried to sit up, she wasn't as weak as she was before, though still suffering from the lack of strength she regretted, in order to confront this man and demand to know where she was.
He laid his hands on her shoulders and pushed Jackal gently back onto the pillows. Something about his manner was so kind. So safe, she simply complied and let him shift the blankets he had covering her. She'd been changed, Jackal now realized, into a cream colored shift that was longer than her.
"My name is Ardeth Bey," he said and it wasn't in English or French, the two languages common in Canada. But she still knew exactly what he had said to her. "You nearly died out in the sand, Nefertiti."
"How did you know my name...? Is that my name?" Nefertiti asked quietly, in his language, looking at the wall beside her instead of him. She had no idea how it was she could speak the tongue, but it came and she didn't think much of it. The language seemed much more natural than when she spoke English or French.
"We found these on you, and one said Nefertiti, yes," replied Ardeth, and Jackal could hear the familiar clanking of her dog tags together. Jackal winced at faint memories. "But what are curious are those claws you showed off and the name Jackal."
Nefertiti didn't reply.
"There is this legend," Ardeth continued, "about a woman who lived in the time of the Pharaohs who was simply known as Jackal. She was a great warrior who was recognized by the silver claws she wore on each hand. She was a loner, and never liked people. She was an orphan of a tribe of female warriors killed when she was young. But yet she saved the life of the Pharaoh only to lose hers in return. She was then named an eternal companion to the Medjai, who protected the Pharaohs, and greatly respected among the women of our kind even today. Those claws you have point as a sign that you are that woman reincarnated into the body you have now." He was looking for a response from her. When he didn't get one, he sighed heavily and picked up a frame from its spot lying on a stack of books. He handed it to her. "This is me and my wife in the late thirties. Her name was Nefertiti too. You look like her."
And indeed she did. Jackal gazed at the woman in a cream shift with a leather belt and short, massively curly hair holding the hand of a tall, wavy-haired man in black robes. The man was the same one sitting next to her now, twenty years younger, however. But the woman. The woman was her to the detail lacking the fact her hair had grown. She liked it short, and apparently so did Ardeth's wife. Shirley Temple, Logan called her because of her short, curly, black hair. The second time Nefertiti tried to sit up Ardeth didn't stop her.
"Nefertiti had an interesting, though little known, attribute to her, did you know that? She healed. She could be given a cut to the bone and she would heal within minutes, seconds even. She died and came back. We were alone a few days after our marriage. we were about eighteen. She was bitten by an asp, which should have killed even the biggest man in this camp. We were too far from the camp to get help but yet she lived. I held her in my arms as she smiled at me before shutting her eyes and died. I didn't have the slightest idea what to do. I simply held her. In an hour she just started up again. She was alive. Neither of us could understand it, but something inside her was activated that from then on she healed like lightning. We told no-one what had happened, afraid, really, of what it was."
Jackal stared at him, her eyes finally leaving the black and white photo. She smiled slowly. There were no memories that connected. but all of it was painfully familiar. "I am what is called a mutant, Ardeth. I heal myself somehow so that it stopped my aging. It is how I received my claws. Because I could not die. There was an experiment on myself and another mutant like me. Our entire skeletons are grafted with some miracle metal." Jackal slowly brought out her claws, holding them carefully from the man beside her. "His name was Logan, this other mutant."
//End Flashback//
"As long as it takes, O'Connell." Nefertiti muttered softly, looking back into the vast desert.
"Till what takes?" O'Connell asked curiously. He was always like this. According to Ardeth, the O'Connells were close friends of the Medjai because they had awoken the Creature Imotep but also killed it and when it was brought back to destroy the Scorpion King and lay claim to the Army of Anubis, killed the King and watched the Creature die. The O'Connells had become so close to the clan that the child Alex married into it. There were a few light-haired children spread about the tribe, this one included.
Nefertiti shrugged once. She readjusted her black robes and turned back to O'Connell, smiling kindly. "Why don't you head back to the camp, keep watch of your sisters and brothers? I caught the youngest near the horses again this morning."
O'Connell rolled his eyes, muttering the child's name, and headed for camp.
Nefertiti allowed her smile to remain again a few seconds before again turning to the desert. Why did it feel so much like something was coming.?
The hot air sudden dropped to the temperature Nefertiti would have expected in Canada and not Egypt. Whispers of wind surrounded her, shifting her hair and robes almost violently.
Ah.
"What is it?" Nefertiti shut her eyes, giving in to the winds as they swirled.
"I have a task for you," came from the winds five voices, the lead voice a woman's emotionless tone.
A woman in a black cloak was standing off the cliff in mid-air, holding a wicked scythe, staring at her with one red eye. The winds had stopped and Nefertiti could tell she was the only one who could see this deity.
"Is that so? What are you?" Nefertiti asked calmly. In reality, she was scared stiff.
"I am the Guardian of the Gates to the Underworld and the Sailor Senshi called Hecate. I have no name but that which is given and have no attachments to them. I have a task for you, Nefertiti Bey." The woman's emotionless tone continued on, seeming as though Nefertiti had never even spoke.
"And that is?" Nefertiti raised a dark eyebrow. It was obvious she meant no harm, though she was not going to trust this woman any time soon.
"I ask you to continue the duty of the name Sailor Hecate. I cannot. The Gates are too much to handle lately with the extra burden of the duty given to me by Queen Serenity," this woman spoke in Egyptian skillfully. But she plainly looked like she had come from elsewhere. "There will be someone to help you, Nefertiti. You do not speak the language of the land where you must travel. He will translate and tell you anything you wish to know."
"I never agreed to this," Nefertiti replied almost frantically. What was she getting into? The Medjai trusted her, yes, but only to a small point. Ardeth had explained what had happened to his wife and then that the information correlated with the way Nefertiti was now. But they still were not trustful enough for Nefertiti to feel comfortable. And if she were to get mixed up in this..
"Then you would be doing the work ordained by a deity. The Medjai take such things seriously and would trust you. I can also do something else for you in return. I can make it so that each time Ardeth is reincarnated, on the eighteenth exact day of your marriage he will remember the life he shared with you and come to you." The woman gazed ever calmly at Nefertiti as she contemplated the choices carefully. "I also wish for you to hold onto these. Their purpose will be known in time." She held out five different colored stones on leather ropes.
She had to be going insane. "I'll do it. Because you ask."
"Hn." The woman almost smiled. almost. She held out her free hand slowly, beckoning Nefertiti to take it. The instant her hand touched the woman's, Nefertiti could feel the cold sensation course through her body. First down her fingertips, up her arm and then spreading in an arc over her body. When it was over, the woman pointed her scythe to the sands beside Nefertiti, where stood a transparent man with long auburn hair and white robes. "This is Oni. He died in a war to protect the Mortal Realm. He is in close relations with some of the people you will meet in this task. I will return him to life so that he can assist you."
Oni snorted. "They cremated me, remember?" he muttered bitterly.
"I never said you would receive you old body, Oni," and the woman again gestured with her weapon. The sands under Oni swirled, taking him in and then dropping back down. The left behind a small auburn cat with a crescent moon on its forehead.
Sam Weasley
Summary: The last story was about the mysterious Sailor Hecate and her trials of the Sailor Senshi. But Hecate cannot guard the Gates of the Underworld and be the Senshi of Death at the same time. So she sends her companion back into life to help protect the old and new Senshi from their Future and Hecate's warning to Endymion. Warnings: Overall weirdness, for one. But basically, some swearing, violence, swearing, and overall insanity. YAY! Disclaimer: I don't own the Sailor Senshi Venus, Mercury, Moon, Chibi Moon, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, or Pluto. I own Sailor Senshi Hecate. I do not own Yoroiden Samurai Troopers Kongo no Shuu, Suiko no Shin, Tenku no Touma, Rekka no Riyo, or Korrin no Seiji. I do not own Masho Gen, Yumi, Doku, or Oni. I do not own Kayura-sama. I do own Angel Senshi Justice, Faith, Intellect, Virtue, and Courtesy. I also own Angel Knights War, Death, Empathy, Silence, and Courage. I do not own Gundam Pilots Heero, Duo, Quatre, Trowa, or Wufei (::like Birdman:: WUUUUUUUUFEEEEIIII!!). I do own Bya-chan, Nefertiti, and the idea to turn OniMasho into a cat. heh heh. I do not own Luna, Luna-P, Artemis, Diana, Byakuen, Kokuen, the Medjai or the Preventers.. I think that about sums it up.. Yeah. OH! I don't own X-Men (who will only be mentioned by the name Logan- whom I do not own).
Memories. What were memories? Images of the past set both good and bad. Memories were like sand. Insignificant is the one grain of sand. But together is formed the desserts. They were fragile. Nefertiti knew this all too well. She stood on the cliff overlooking what was once a great city in the Ancient Times, staring at her hands. They looked so normal. But they had cost her. Her power had resulted in this. Human interference with life had come to this. What was her life like before this? Ardeth had said she was a wonderful, happy woman. That was when he knew her in the 1930s. It was the edge of the Millennium and she had not aged a day. Ardeth had died of old age a few months ago. Nefertiti wrapped her hands around the jangling dog-tags around her neck. They read numbers and had two names. 'Nefertiti', which led her here to Hymenoptera, and 'Jackal', which she was given because of what the North American doctors had made her.
How was Logan after the years since they had separated in Canada? He too was searching for what he was taken from.
"Oy! Jackal?" called up the hill to her. Nefertiti turned round slowly to face the fair-haired man in black Medjai robes. "How long are you going to stand there?" the young man asked. She had seen this boy grow up because she couldn't age. She had seen Ardeth grow from middle aged to old to die of his age and be buried in the sands. Her heart hurt at the thought of loosing Ardeth. Though she had no memory of their past, they had been married and the thought she lost a husband was painful. He had been so kind and patient with her when she returned without a clue who he was.
//Flashback//
"Somebody's coming!" a voice. distant. Jackal forced her head up from the endless sands. The call came from here. This land is what made her travel the sands for days. Now she was weak, her jeans and tee shirt torn. Her hair longer than she liked. "She looks near death."
"Who would want to come out here?"
Voices. Defensives clicked in. The blurry forms of black-robed men came to view. Jackal held up her fists and called on the work of the doctors she and Logan had escaped. Three silver claws grew from between her fingers on each hand. The voices backed off.
"Stay. away. from me." Jackal panted, falling to her knees and then to her hands, claws still out dangerously. She gasped for air taken over a long journey across the sands. She had been following the call. That was why she was out here. The call home, it felt like, but she had no idea.
"We don't want to hurt you." came a voice.
"She looks like." another voice.
"But she should be older- if she were even alive."
"Nefertiti Bey disappeared. She should be dead or at least twenty years older than this!"
"Call the healers and find Ardeth!"
Ardeth. Jackal lifted her eyes again from the sands. The blurry people kept their distance; it looked like they were staring at her hands. her claws. Jackal shut her eyes and continued to shake all over from lack of rest and proper food. Ardeth sounded so familiar.
The world went dark and quiet.
Jackal slowly opened her eyes. She was in a small, one room, hutch- like building. There were lamps lit around the corners and books lying about. She was in a bed, it seemed, and staring at a middle-aged man in black clothes. He in turn was staring back at her with soft brown eyes.
Jackal tried to sit up, she wasn't as weak as she was before, though still suffering from the lack of strength she regretted, in order to confront this man and demand to know where she was.
He laid his hands on her shoulders and pushed Jackal gently back onto the pillows. Something about his manner was so kind. So safe, she simply complied and let him shift the blankets he had covering her. She'd been changed, Jackal now realized, into a cream colored shift that was longer than her.
"My name is Ardeth Bey," he said and it wasn't in English or French, the two languages common in Canada. But she still knew exactly what he had said to her. "You nearly died out in the sand, Nefertiti."
"How did you know my name...? Is that my name?" Nefertiti asked quietly, in his language, looking at the wall beside her instead of him. She had no idea how it was she could speak the tongue, but it came and she didn't think much of it. The language seemed much more natural than when she spoke English or French.
"We found these on you, and one said Nefertiti, yes," replied Ardeth, and Jackal could hear the familiar clanking of her dog tags together. Jackal winced at faint memories. "But what are curious are those claws you showed off and the name Jackal."
Nefertiti didn't reply.
"There is this legend," Ardeth continued, "about a woman who lived in the time of the Pharaohs who was simply known as Jackal. She was a great warrior who was recognized by the silver claws she wore on each hand. She was a loner, and never liked people. She was an orphan of a tribe of female warriors killed when she was young. But yet she saved the life of the Pharaoh only to lose hers in return. She was then named an eternal companion to the Medjai, who protected the Pharaohs, and greatly respected among the women of our kind even today. Those claws you have point as a sign that you are that woman reincarnated into the body you have now." He was looking for a response from her. When he didn't get one, he sighed heavily and picked up a frame from its spot lying on a stack of books. He handed it to her. "This is me and my wife in the late thirties. Her name was Nefertiti too. You look like her."
And indeed she did. Jackal gazed at the woman in a cream shift with a leather belt and short, massively curly hair holding the hand of a tall, wavy-haired man in black robes. The man was the same one sitting next to her now, twenty years younger, however. But the woman. The woman was her to the detail lacking the fact her hair had grown. She liked it short, and apparently so did Ardeth's wife. Shirley Temple, Logan called her because of her short, curly, black hair. The second time Nefertiti tried to sit up Ardeth didn't stop her.
"Nefertiti had an interesting, though little known, attribute to her, did you know that? She healed. She could be given a cut to the bone and she would heal within minutes, seconds even. She died and came back. We were alone a few days after our marriage. we were about eighteen. She was bitten by an asp, which should have killed even the biggest man in this camp. We were too far from the camp to get help but yet she lived. I held her in my arms as she smiled at me before shutting her eyes and died. I didn't have the slightest idea what to do. I simply held her. In an hour she just started up again. She was alive. Neither of us could understand it, but something inside her was activated that from then on she healed like lightning. We told no-one what had happened, afraid, really, of what it was."
Jackal stared at him, her eyes finally leaving the black and white photo. She smiled slowly. There were no memories that connected. but all of it was painfully familiar. "I am what is called a mutant, Ardeth. I heal myself somehow so that it stopped my aging. It is how I received my claws. Because I could not die. There was an experiment on myself and another mutant like me. Our entire skeletons are grafted with some miracle metal." Jackal slowly brought out her claws, holding them carefully from the man beside her. "His name was Logan, this other mutant."
//End Flashback//
"As long as it takes, O'Connell." Nefertiti muttered softly, looking back into the vast desert.
"Till what takes?" O'Connell asked curiously. He was always like this. According to Ardeth, the O'Connells were close friends of the Medjai because they had awoken the Creature Imotep but also killed it and when it was brought back to destroy the Scorpion King and lay claim to the Army of Anubis, killed the King and watched the Creature die. The O'Connells had become so close to the clan that the child Alex married into it. There were a few light-haired children spread about the tribe, this one included.
Nefertiti shrugged once. She readjusted her black robes and turned back to O'Connell, smiling kindly. "Why don't you head back to the camp, keep watch of your sisters and brothers? I caught the youngest near the horses again this morning."
O'Connell rolled his eyes, muttering the child's name, and headed for camp.
Nefertiti allowed her smile to remain again a few seconds before again turning to the desert. Why did it feel so much like something was coming.?
The hot air sudden dropped to the temperature Nefertiti would have expected in Canada and not Egypt. Whispers of wind surrounded her, shifting her hair and robes almost violently.
Ah.
"What is it?" Nefertiti shut her eyes, giving in to the winds as they swirled.
"I have a task for you," came from the winds five voices, the lead voice a woman's emotionless tone.
A woman in a black cloak was standing off the cliff in mid-air, holding a wicked scythe, staring at her with one red eye. The winds had stopped and Nefertiti could tell she was the only one who could see this deity.
"Is that so? What are you?" Nefertiti asked calmly. In reality, she was scared stiff.
"I am the Guardian of the Gates to the Underworld and the Sailor Senshi called Hecate. I have no name but that which is given and have no attachments to them. I have a task for you, Nefertiti Bey." The woman's emotionless tone continued on, seeming as though Nefertiti had never even spoke.
"And that is?" Nefertiti raised a dark eyebrow. It was obvious she meant no harm, though she was not going to trust this woman any time soon.
"I ask you to continue the duty of the name Sailor Hecate. I cannot. The Gates are too much to handle lately with the extra burden of the duty given to me by Queen Serenity," this woman spoke in Egyptian skillfully. But she plainly looked like she had come from elsewhere. "There will be someone to help you, Nefertiti. You do not speak the language of the land where you must travel. He will translate and tell you anything you wish to know."
"I never agreed to this," Nefertiti replied almost frantically. What was she getting into? The Medjai trusted her, yes, but only to a small point. Ardeth had explained what had happened to his wife and then that the information correlated with the way Nefertiti was now. But they still were not trustful enough for Nefertiti to feel comfortable. And if she were to get mixed up in this..
"Then you would be doing the work ordained by a deity. The Medjai take such things seriously and would trust you. I can also do something else for you in return. I can make it so that each time Ardeth is reincarnated, on the eighteenth exact day of your marriage he will remember the life he shared with you and come to you." The woman gazed ever calmly at Nefertiti as she contemplated the choices carefully. "I also wish for you to hold onto these. Their purpose will be known in time." She held out five different colored stones on leather ropes.
She had to be going insane. "I'll do it. Because you ask."
"Hn." The woman almost smiled. almost. She held out her free hand slowly, beckoning Nefertiti to take it. The instant her hand touched the woman's, Nefertiti could feel the cold sensation course through her body. First down her fingertips, up her arm and then spreading in an arc over her body. When it was over, the woman pointed her scythe to the sands beside Nefertiti, where stood a transparent man with long auburn hair and white robes. "This is Oni. He died in a war to protect the Mortal Realm. He is in close relations with some of the people you will meet in this task. I will return him to life so that he can assist you."
Oni snorted. "They cremated me, remember?" he muttered bitterly.
"I never said you would receive you old body, Oni," and the woman again gestured with her weapon. The sands under Oni swirled, taking him in and then dropping back down. The left behind a small auburn cat with a crescent moon on its forehead.