Hi! I'd like to say thank you to the people who took the time to write me a
review. It made my day! Keep up the good work! This chapter is going to
revolve around Serena.
Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Sailormoon and I have never nor will I ever claim to.
Work in the shop had been somewhat slow. Serena had sent the others home for the day. Besides Raye needed all the time she could get to plan the wedding. Serena still couldn't believe two of her best friends were getting married. It seemed like only yesterday Raye had hit Chad upside the head with a wrench, "accidentally." Their first date was spent in the E.R. Chad had a nice lump on his head as a memento. 'Ever since that day, every time Raye picks up a wrench Chad flinches.' Serena thought laughing softly to herself. She shook her head of those thoughts, trying to at least pay some attention to her task at hand.
It'd been about a month since old man McGregor had brought in his sorry excuse for a pickup truck. He claimed it just needed new oil when in fact the brakes and the transmission were shot, he needed new shocks, new tires and a paint job. The irony of the situation was the oil was about the only thing still good. Serena spent about two hours everyday underneath the truck or under the hood. While most people were put off by the oil, dirt, and diesel she regularly worked with, Serena reveled in it. She loved having to clean oil from underneath her fingernails. True she never really had fingernails (would you in her field of work?) but when she did she always smiled.
When Serena was younger she remembered all the girls her age playing with dolls, putting on makeup, or playing dress up. She on the other hand was examining cars with her father. Serena never knew her mother, the woman had abandoned her and her father just six months after her birth and frankly Serena couldn't care less. The way she saw it, it was the woman's loss. Sure knowing her own mother, the person who was supposed to provide unconditional love and support didn't want her had hurt her. It had left a scar on her heart but it was just that a scar, just a memory of a past trauma. She may not have had a mother but her father and friends of her father's more than made up for that. Serena grew up in a house that was always full. She never came home to an empty home, if her father wasn't home, one of her many uncles were. Serena was constantly surrounded by people who loved her dearly, but there was still a void in her heart that could only been filled by a mother's love.
Growing up in a household full of men did have it's affect on her. She didn't feel the need to act "proper" or "lady-like." She could burp the alphabet as well as any man could. She could down a can of beer in one gulp. It was these facts and many more that made Serena proud. She had no intention of becoming a prissy, dim-witted woman to be married off to some barbaric man. She had bigger plans for her future than becoming just another baby-making machine and any man who dare insinuate otherwise was dead-meat. Coming from such a small town was tough. Prejudice and sexism was part of every man, woman, and child. Although no one would admit to such things it was very clearly evident. There were of course people who saw beyond the bonds of society and aspired to overcoming such things. They soon left town, going to some other place, never to be heard of again.
That's how Serena lost her best friend, Seiya. Both Seiya's parents were Japanese and he spoke numerous times about returning home. He had been Serena's first crush but of course he didn't return her feelings. She was a girl in boy's clothes, not very many boys around her small town went for an independent, self-sufficient woman. Soon after her 16th birthday Seiya had announced he and his parents were going back to Japan. Serena had put on a brave face for Seiya, not wanting to ruin news he was so excited to deliver. As soon as they had said their goodbyes she had locked herself in her room and cried for the better part of three days. Like most friendships they promised to write each other often, unlike most friendships this was a promise that was kept.
Serena had graduated high school with her three best friends, Raye, Lita, and Amy. All four girls had everything in common. From their independent minds to their love for engines. They went to the same college, coming from a small town such as theirs they hadn't many other options, and graduated with a degree in auto mechanics. And so they opened their very own auto-shop, the only auto-shop, in the small town of Millsbury. The shop was quite prosperous, SLAR's they had decided upon, Serena, Lita, Amy, Raye's auto-shop. It only made sense that their lifelong dream be named after them all.
So it brings Serena back to her current position underneath old man McGregor's car.
"Ah! Goddamn rusted up piece of shit car!" Serena cursed vehemently. She brought her split knuckle up to her mouth and began to suck on the now bleeding limb. She sat there a few minutes more, trying to bit back the pain of her knuckle, knowing full well she was going to need stitches, again. Another five minutes passed and she dropped her wrench giving up for the day. After the loud clang of the metallic object against the cold concrete a pair of legs were standing next to her calling to her.
"Um excuse me sir. Sir, I need your services. My car broke down about three miles out of town." The voice sounded very strong, very confident, 'in other words a rich, pompous bastard who thinks the world owes him something.' Serena mused to herself. She sat there unmoving, contemplating on whether or not to answer the annoying call of the man. She decided to have a little fun and went back to changing the oil, when the voice came back with more force.
"I said excuse me sir! I need your services." The owner of the voice was tapping his foot impatiently as if she were the first person to ignore his impetuous call. This man was getting on her nerves. So stopping what she was she was doing Serena slowly, but purposefully rolled out from underneath the truck. Serena looked up at the man, eyes showing the full extent of her anger. While looking up she took in his full appearance. She had been expecting to see a man wearing a horrible toupee, impossibly white teeth, and overweight. She wasn't close to right. The man above her was incredibly gorgeous, with thick black hair that fell in his beautiful midnight blue eyes. He had the kind of hair that her hands were itching to push out of his eyes. He had a nice lean, yet muscled, body, with a bronze tan to finish the package. 'Well maybe he has a really funky smile.' As if reading her mind the man above Serena gave her a dazzling smile. Serena was sure if she had been standing she would have melted like butter. Serena was pulled out of her trance as soon as the man spoke.
"I'm sorry miss. I thought you worked here. Is the owner around? I need some help. You see my car broke down just outside of town and I really need to be somewhere tomorrow." The man with the dazzling smile turned on his obvious charm. 'God could he be any more full of himself.' Serena thought a little disgusted. The full extent of his words finally impacted Serena and she narrowed her eyes at the man in the finely tailored suit. If the man had seen her narrow her eyes he showed no sign of it and continued on.
"Here let me help you up. I'm sure you don't want to be lying in the dirt." He extended his hand to her. For a moment Serena just stared at his hand. She was half expecting the hand to have words explaining to her the obvious joke. When she found none she pushed the hand away and got up, dusting herself off.
"I own this auto-shop. Now incase you hadn't noticed the sign we closed about," Serena looked down at her watch, then back at the man, "five minutes ago. So sorry sir but it looks like you'll have to wait until nine tomorrow morning before you can use my 'services.'" Serena stated and pushed past the now sputtering man.
"I don't think you understand who I am. My name is Darien Shields. The most sought after lawyer in all of America and I desperately need to be in New York tomorrow morning. Now if you could please fix my car I'll be on my way." What Serena did next completely shocked Darien. She was laughing and hard. When her laughter finally stopped she looked at him with scorn.
"I don't care how 'sought after' you are. We're closed. So you can just call your fancy lawyer friends and tell them about how your car broke down. Maybe if you explain to them about your importance and the urgency of where you have to be they'll fly down here and fix your car themselves! Because otherwise you're screwed! Have a nice day. I'll see you tomorrow at nine." With that Serena turned on her heel, head held high, and began to walk to her office. She opened her eyes when she knocked into a very solid, very smelly, object. It was James Trevor, a.k.a. the town drunk. Serena rolled her eyes knowing full well what he was doing here.
"You were supposed to have my pop's pickup fixed by now." James voice was slurred and stinking of alcohol. Serena just stared at him, thinking over how to handle the man in this state. She sighed and began,
"James come back tomorrow when you're more," Serena paused looking for the right words, "stable." Serena began to push past him when he abruptly grabbed her arm in a vise like grip. His face a mere inches from hers as he spoke.
"No, I think I'll stay here and teach you some manners." He replied as he shoved her back. He brought his hand back meaning to strike. Serena lifted her arms shielding herself from the brunt of the blow. But when nothing came she lowered her arms slowly looking in front of her. To say what she saw shocked her was a bit of an understatement. There was Darien Shields, holding James arm, with a look of, 'protectiveness?' and apparent disgust on his face, Darien threw James back. James, not having his reflexes working fully, fell on his drunken butt. He gave a grunt that indicated he had not liked the way that he had just landed. James, having enough sense to realize that this was one fight he couldn't win, got up. He glared at Darien, then Serena, a look of total contempt on his face and then started to walk out of the auto-shop. But not before saying,
"I'll be back tomorrow." Serena heard him muttering something about "I don't need this shit." But her attention was drawn back to the man in front of her.
Both Darien and Serena were quiet for a long moment. When Darien did turn around, one look in Serena's eye's made him lose all his composure. He dropped his head and began shuffling his feet.
"Um, are you alright?" He asked cautiously. When he got no response he lifted his head to make sure Serena was still there. As he did he saw a blur of blonde and the next thing Darien knew Serena's lips were pressed against his. That was the last coherent thought he had as they continued to kiss passionately.
Ok well there's Chapter 2. I hope it was worth the wait. Again please review. It's the only way I know if you like my story. Until next time. ~Snowflake~
Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Sailormoon and I have never nor will I ever claim to.
Work in the shop had been somewhat slow. Serena had sent the others home for the day. Besides Raye needed all the time she could get to plan the wedding. Serena still couldn't believe two of her best friends were getting married. It seemed like only yesterday Raye had hit Chad upside the head with a wrench, "accidentally." Their first date was spent in the E.R. Chad had a nice lump on his head as a memento. 'Ever since that day, every time Raye picks up a wrench Chad flinches.' Serena thought laughing softly to herself. She shook her head of those thoughts, trying to at least pay some attention to her task at hand.
It'd been about a month since old man McGregor had brought in his sorry excuse for a pickup truck. He claimed it just needed new oil when in fact the brakes and the transmission were shot, he needed new shocks, new tires and a paint job. The irony of the situation was the oil was about the only thing still good. Serena spent about two hours everyday underneath the truck or under the hood. While most people were put off by the oil, dirt, and diesel she regularly worked with, Serena reveled in it. She loved having to clean oil from underneath her fingernails. True she never really had fingernails (would you in her field of work?) but when she did she always smiled.
When Serena was younger she remembered all the girls her age playing with dolls, putting on makeup, or playing dress up. She on the other hand was examining cars with her father. Serena never knew her mother, the woman had abandoned her and her father just six months after her birth and frankly Serena couldn't care less. The way she saw it, it was the woman's loss. Sure knowing her own mother, the person who was supposed to provide unconditional love and support didn't want her had hurt her. It had left a scar on her heart but it was just that a scar, just a memory of a past trauma. She may not have had a mother but her father and friends of her father's more than made up for that. Serena grew up in a house that was always full. She never came home to an empty home, if her father wasn't home, one of her many uncles were. Serena was constantly surrounded by people who loved her dearly, but there was still a void in her heart that could only been filled by a mother's love.
Growing up in a household full of men did have it's affect on her. She didn't feel the need to act "proper" or "lady-like." She could burp the alphabet as well as any man could. She could down a can of beer in one gulp. It was these facts and many more that made Serena proud. She had no intention of becoming a prissy, dim-witted woman to be married off to some barbaric man. She had bigger plans for her future than becoming just another baby-making machine and any man who dare insinuate otherwise was dead-meat. Coming from such a small town was tough. Prejudice and sexism was part of every man, woman, and child. Although no one would admit to such things it was very clearly evident. There were of course people who saw beyond the bonds of society and aspired to overcoming such things. They soon left town, going to some other place, never to be heard of again.
That's how Serena lost her best friend, Seiya. Both Seiya's parents were Japanese and he spoke numerous times about returning home. He had been Serena's first crush but of course he didn't return her feelings. She was a girl in boy's clothes, not very many boys around her small town went for an independent, self-sufficient woman. Soon after her 16th birthday Seiya had announced he and his parents were going back to Japan. Serena had put on a brave face for Seiya, not wanting to ruin news he was so excited to deliver. As soon as they had said their goodbyes she had locked herself in her room and cried for the better part of three days. Like most friendships they promised to write each other often, unlike most friendships this was a promise that was kept.
Serena had graduated high school with her three best friends, Raye, Lita, and Amy. All four girls had everything in common. From their independent minds to their love for engines. They went to the same college, coming from a small town such as theirs they hadn't many other options, and graduated with a degree in auto mechanics. And so they opened their very own auto-shop, the only auto-shop, in the small town of Millsbury. The shop was quite prosperous, SLAR's they had decided upon, Serena, Lita, Amy, Raye's auto-shop. It only made sense that their lifelong dream be named after them all.
So it brings Serena back to her current position underneath old man McGregor's car.
"Ah! Goddamn rusted up piece of shit car!" Serena cursed vehemently. She brought her split knuckle up to her mouth and began to suck on the now bleeding limb. She sat there a few minutes more, trying to bit back the pain of her knuckle, knowing full well she was going to need stitches, again. Another five minutes passed and she dropped her wrench giving up for the day. After the loud clang of the metallic object against the cold concrete a pair of legs were standing next to her calling to her.
"Um excuse me sir. Sir, I need your services. My car broke down about three miles out of town." The voice sounded very strong, very confident, 'in other words a rich, pompous bastard who thinks the world owes him something.' Serena mused to herself. She sat there unmoving, contemplating on whether or not to answer the annoying call of the man. She decided to have a little fun and went back to changing the oil, when the voice came back with more force.
"I said excuse me sir! I need your services." The owner of the voice was tapping his foot impatiently as if she were the first person to ignore his impetuous call. This man was getting on her nerves. So stopping what she was she was doing Serena slowly, but purposefully rolled out from underneath the truck. Serena looked up at the man, eyes showing the full extent of her anger. While looking up she took in his full appearance. She had been expecting to see a man wearing a horrible toupee, impossibly white teeth, and overweight. She wasn't close to right. The man above her was incredibly gorgeous, with thick black hair that fell in his beautiful midnight blue eyes. He had the kind of hair that her hands were itching to push out of his eyes. He had a nice lean, yet muscled, body, with a bronze tan to finish the package. 'Well maybe he has a really funky smile.' As if reading her mind the man above Serena gave her a dazzling smile. Serena was sure if she had been standing she would have melted like butter. Serena was pulled out of her trance as soon as the man spoke.
"I'm sorry miss. I thought you worked here. Is the owner around? I need some help. You see my car broke down just outside of town and I really need to be somewhere tomorrow." The man with the dazzling smile turned on his obvious charm. 'God could he be any more full of himself.' Serena thought a little disgusted. The full extent of his words finally impacted Serena and she narrowed her eyes at the man in the finely tailored suit. If the man had seen her narrow her eyes he showed no sign of it and continued on.
"Here let me help you up. I'm sure you don't want to be lying in the dirt." He extended his hand to her. For a moment Serena just stared at his hand. She was half expecting the hand to have words explaining to her the obvious joke. When she found none she pushed the hand away and got up, dusting herself off.
"I own this auto-shop. Now incase you hadn't noticed the sign we closed about," Serena looked down at her watch, then back at the man, "five minutes ago. So sorry sir but it looks like you'll have to wait until nine tomorrow morning before you can use my 'services.'" Serena stated and pushed past the now sputtering man.
"I don't think you understand who I am. My name is Darien Shields. The most sought after lawyer in all of America and I desperately need to be in New York tomorrow morning. Now if you could please fix my car I'll be on my way." What Serena did next completely shocked Darien. She was laughing and hard. When her laughter finally stopped she looked at him with scorn.
"I don't care how 'sought after' you are. We're closed. So you can just call your fancy lawyer friends and tell them about how your car broke down. Maybe if you explain to them about your importance and the urgency of where you have to be they'll fly down here and fix your car themselves! Because otherwise you're screwed! Have a nice day. I'll see you tomorrow at nine." With that Serena turned on her heel, head held high, and began to walk to her office. She opened her eyes when she knocked into a very solid, very smelly, object. It was James Trevor, a.k.a. the town drunk. Serena rolled her eyes knowing full well what he was doing here.
"You were supposed to have my pop's pickup fixed by now." James voice was slurred and stinking of alcohol. Serena just stared at him, thinking over how to handle the man in this state. She sighed and began,
"James come back tomorrow when you're more," Serena paused looking for the right words, "stable." Serena began to push past him when he abruptly grabbed her arm in a vise like grip. His face a mere inches from hers as he spoke.
"No, I think I'll stay here and teach you some manners." He replied as he shoved her back. He brought his hand back meaning to strike. Serena lifted her arms shielding herself from the brunt of the blow. But when nothing came she lowered her arms slowly looking in front of her. To say what she saw shocked her was a bit of an understatement. There was Darien Shields, holding James arm, with a look of, 'protectiveness?' and apparent disgust on his face, Darien threw James back. James, not having his reflexes working fully, fell on his drunken butt. He gave a grunt that indicated he had not liked the way that he had just landed. James, having enough sense to realize that this was one fight he couldn't win, got up. He glared at Darien, then Serena, a look of total contempt on his face and then started to walk out of the auto-shop. But not before saying,
"I'll be back tomorrow." Serena heard him muttering something about "I don't need this shit." But her attention was drawn back to the man in front of her.
Both Darien and Serena were quiet for a long moment. When Darien did turn around, one look in Serena's eye's made him lose all his composure. He dropped his head and began shuffling his feet.
"Um, are you alright?" He asked cautiously. When he got no response he lifted his head to make sure Serena was still there. As he did he saw a blur of blonde and the next thing Darien knew Serena's lips were pressed against his. That was the last coherent thought he had as they continued to kiss passionately.
Ok well there's Chapter 2. I hope it was worth the wait. Again please review. It's the only way I know if you like my story. Until next time. ~Snowflake~