Author's Note:

This story, while called 'Return of the Valkyries' is NOT related to 'Walk of Valkyries'. That's more of a short story that ended where it began: one part. My email address has changed to Guardian4@atlantic.net. Please put Fanfiction or something similar in the subject line so I know what the email is about.

Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own Sailor Moon, etc.

Minako's husband – Kyle (Kunzite)

Makoto's husband – Matt (Nephrite)

Ami's husband – Zale (Zoisite)

Rei's husband – Jared (Jadeite)

Haruka's husband – Aren (Adamite)

Setsuna's husband – Cirocco (Cordylite)

Michiru's husband – Ian (Iolite)

Hotaru's husband – Raine (Rhonite)

For convenience, I named all the new Kings with the same first letter of their name. The Shitennou names I think are pretty able to figure out.

Return of the Valkyries

Chapter 15

Baird watched him out of the corner of his eye.  He was well-built, quite muscular, and all around handsome.

He had been watching Camdyn ever since their patrol had started back to the palace, traveling together with the other four children of the Senshi and Kings that had met them on the halfway mark.

His hair was sandy blonde, a contrast to Baird's own dark brown, and deep green eyes that sparkled with amusement nearly every hour of the day. He smiled nearly constantly and seemed enthusiastic about learning who his grandmother and grandfather were.

That knowledge, however, when it came to Jackson, Baird, and Brett, was absolutely restricted. By order of the Senshi and Kings, they were never to tell a soul who they were.

Camdyn caught him watching him and Baird blushed a little. He hastily averted his eyes, scanning around them. He wasn't quite sure what Camdyn was, but he wasn't taking chances with his own heart by pouring out his feelings when he wasn't sure if they would be returned.

A hand clamped down on his shoulder gently. "Hey," whispered a voice in his ear.

Samuel stumbled a bit, feeling the warm breath on his neck from the word. He looked around to make sure no one had noticed the lapse of grace. No one had. Slowly he turned to Camdyn. "Um…hey."

"Did you want to talk to me or something? You've been staring at me since Bronwyn, Vasanti, Brooks, and I joined you."

"Um…not really."

Camdyn looked at him skeptically.

Baird glanced around again, noting Bronwyn's frustration to trying to get her father to tell them what happened back at the…wherever they had been. Vasanti, which name he really liked, was busy trying to keep her head straight as Brooks was braiding her rich, dark red hair. Apparently, braiding someone's hair while moving on uneven ground was not the easiest endeavor to do by the numerous curses muttered. She kept them low, though, after her mother, Neptune, did not take kindly to cursing. She had already a sound lecture on it.

"Then why were you staring?"

He blinked, forgetting for a moment that Camdyn was so close to him, or was even there. "No reason. I just…you look remarkable like Uranus, only…more male."

The man laughed heartily. "I should hope I look more male than my grandmother."

Heads turned at his comment, the Soldier of the Heavens among them with something remarkably like a glower of her face. Baird's face turned bright red and looked down at his shoes.

"What was that, my grandson?" she asked dangerously.

With a grin, he repeated his comment.

Had she been sitting down and something flat in front of her, he knew without a doubt that she would be drumming her fingertips irritably. But deep in her eyes, from the glance he got of them before she turned around, he thought she was secretly amused by his remark.

"How did you do that?" he whispered.

"Do what?"

"Manage to say that without a single reprimand or injury? From what I've heard…" He trailed off.

Camdyn laughed again, this time lowly. "Because I'm her grandson and though she doesn't want to admit it, she's just as at fault as other grandmothers for doting on their grandkids. She loves all of us and can't help but spoil us. But she loves us so much that she lets us get away with murder most of the time. I also think that we remind her of grandpa, too, humor wise so we're in the clear in that area. Look," If it was possible, his voice got lower, "come to my tent tonight. While you might not have anything to talk about, I do."

Baird watched as he moved away and began teasing Brooks at her annoyance of the unruly hair and snarled braid.

He slipped into the tent, confused as to why Camdyn wanted to see him. What could he possibly have to say to him? They'd only just met…but that was probably why. If they'd only just met, how did one get to know another without talking?

"Sit down, let me finish this up."

There was a book in his hands, one he was writing in.

"What is that?" he asked, sitting down and making himself comfortable.

"My journal. I always keep one so I can remember what I did on this day thirty years from now."

"Oh."

After a moment, Camdyn finished and set the book away on a pack. He gave him a long measuring look. "You know, I don't believe you ever mentioned what your name was."

"Well…we never really talked before so I didn't—"

"What's your name?" he interrupted, cutting Baird off before he could continue on his explanation of why he hadn't mentioned his name.

"Samuel Baird."

"Doesn't Baird mean 'bard'?"

"I guess it does. I never really knew or bothered to look it up."

"Interesting."

"What?"

"Well, you just look like a bard to me."

"Oh." He had played a few Dungeons & Dragons games before, so he knew vaguely what a bard was. But he was unsure how a traveling minstrel related to him and how he looked.

"How long have you been working in Crystal Tokyo's guards? I don't remember seeing you before and I think I would if I'd have met you."

For some reason, Baird blushed. If he wasn't mistaken, Camdyn was FLIRTING with him. But that couldn't be possible…could it?

"Actually, Jackson, Brett, and I just signed on." He gave a rundown on the latest current events of the kingdom.

Camdyn sat in a brooding silence when he was done. "So that bastard actually planned to kill Neo Queen Serenity III? I'm just as glad he's had his death penalty. No one treats someone from a line of Serenity with so low respect and obviously hatred for her. What I can't understand is how she married him. I mean, wouldn't she have seen what an a—"

"A what?"

"Sorry, I've been conditioned. Only using curse words within reasoned was the way I was brought up," he explained.

Baird cocked his head, thinking about it. "But what if she didn't know the real him? I mean, how often do you see these movies about how the girl fell in love with the guy, but the guy she fell in love with wasn't really him? He was acting nice and all so he could get something from her like money or sex or something, you know? Maybe she thought she could change him. Or, possibly, she really did fall in love with him. As I've heard that Venus says, love doesn't discriminate between jerks and nice people."

"No, love doesn't discriminate. And I should know this, considering I grew up with Minako-sama." Again, Camdyn studied him.

"You all must have a lot of admiration for the Senshi and Kings because you always give them titles for respect."

"Well, we did grow up with them and you didn't see the things we did. They were always a strange bunch of contradictions to me when I didn't know that they were the Senshi and Kings. Like how they would be able to do some of the things they did."

"Like what?"

"Well, take my grandmother for example. Seven years ago, when I was fourteen, I had an older friend of mine. He said he was eighteen and he had a car. Well, it was raining one day and he was driving us home from school. Apparently his car wasn't all he thought it was. It was supposed to, according to the person he bought it from which WASN'T a car dealership, it had tires that would never slip in the rain, and all the good stuff about cars. But the breaks had just about given out, the car was sliding all the way down the road, and the wheel was loose as all hell.

"I had something that my grandmother had given me. It looked like a cell phone, but now I realize that it was a…kind of a communicator thing. Well, I called my mother up to tell her that there was something wrong with the car. She went hysterical and asked what she was supposed to do. I didn't think there was anyone that could do anything. But apparently the communicator thing sent a copy of the call to my grandmother because the next thing I know, there's this bright yellow sports car next to us, one that I knew was my grandmother's.

"She must have been driving near us when the call came in, but the way she managed to maneuver it in a veritable monsoon…Anyway, she pulled up beside the driver's side and her and my grandfather switched places. She climbed out through the window of her passenger side and into the open window of the driver's seat of our car! My friend, as I guess I could call him since he nearly killed me, was so scared he didn't put on any show of bravado.

"Now with the breaks nearly gone, sliding down the street, the wheel barely responding, and my grandmother's yellow sport's car next to us, she turned it onto an unused road since if we continued on our path, we would head straight into traffic. She managed, with all those problems and a near dying car, to stop it before either of us died. I don't think she would have had the reflects to do that if she hadn't been a Senshi. I thought she was a god or something for years after."

"What about your friend?" Baird whispered in fascination.

"It turned out that he wasn't eighteen, only sixteen. He had doctored his driver's license. You can take the test for a driver's license at sixteen, but you'll only have a learner's permit. He had changed his to a full one without ever taking the final test. Oh, let me tell you, he would have wished he was dead with how my grandmother and grandfather laid it down on him…! The lecture they gave him surpassed anything I have ever received in my life."

"You were really lucky."

"Tell me about it," Camdyn replied, stretching and falling down, boneless, like a large cat on the cot in his tent.

Baird looked down at him, unsure what to do next.

"Will you relax? You're as stiff as a board!"

"Well…"

"Come here."

Camdyn grabbed his arm and yanked him down next to him. "This is relaxed. What you were doing was the sole of propriety, which doesn't help to the atmosphere of friends."

"We're friends? I thought we were just acquaintances."

"I just told you nearly my life story and you say we're just acquaintances?" Camdyn laughed. "Come on, tell me about you."

Samuel ended up telling him about his entire family, and the more he talked, the more relaxed he got. He laughed along with Camdyn at things that had never seemed funny before but were now hilarious.

From what he could tell, they had been talking for nearly three hours when he finally came to himself after a long laughing bout with the sandy blonde next to him. "I should go," he said reluctantly. "We need to get some sleep."

He lifted himself stiffly onto his elbow from lying on his back for the past three hours. Just as abruptly as he had before, Camdyn dragged him back down. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked playfully.

"To my tent," he answered, surprised. "We need to get some sleep."

"We certainly do," was the reply, just before his lips descended on his.

End Chapter 6

I think you can figure out what happens from here. I know I spent a lot of time with these two in this chapter, but it was not only because I like the characters, but because it also shows the Senshi's grandchildren's view of them.