An: Hey y'all. Here's the newest chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own sailor moon and the others but this story does belong to me.
His parents slowly turned to him, sensing that something was wrong, silently asking him what to do. Darien seemed frozen at the gears. His instructor had prepared him for emergency situations like this but up here in an actual emergency situation it was quite different, peoples lives counted on him, his parents and his own.
Darien snapped out of his state of panic. He took one look at his parents pale, terror stricken faces and leaped into action. His parents needed him and he *refused* to let them down the one time they needed him especially when there lives counted on him.
"AB595 to Air Traffic Control," Darien said urgently into the radio. "Can you read me?"
"Affirmative," a voice announced over a crackle of static.
"We have engine failure and absolutely no power. What should I do?"
Darien shook the radio when he received no answer and threw it to the ground in frustration when he realized that like everything else on the plane it had died to. He would just have to do this on his own but 'what should he do?' was the question. His best luck would to find a clearing but then what? The plane would still crash but they would all have a better chance of surviving then if they hit trees on the way down so a clearing was his best shot. Darien gritted his teeth in determination as he tried to direct the plane into a clearing; the plane crept slowly forward so that the first half of the plane was over the clearing.
The plane was plummeting rapidly and Darien knew that the whole plane would not make it to the clearing. Darien felt a sinking sensation descend to the pit of his stomach. The plane was rapidly descending; it would only be a matter of seconds before they would crash.
The last thing the ebony man saw before the plane hit the ground was both his parents' ashen white faces clutching to each other tightly as they looked at him helplessly from the back seat.
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A solitary figure was taking her daily walk through the woods. The petite blond closed her baby blues and deeply inhaled the rich scent of the woods. It was one of the many things she loved about the woods. She made a daily habit of strolling through woods.
*bang* *whoosh* *boom*
The petite girl's eyes snapped open at the disturbance of the woods serenity. 'It sounds as if something big crashed,' the girl thought. 'I wonder what it was?' the blond thought. Curiosity getting the better of her, the blond headed toward the direction the racket, taking large strides.
The young woman stopped in her tracks as she saw a twisted heap of metal that looked like it had once been a plane. 'No one could have possibly survived that,' Serena thought sadly.
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Darien groaned as he turned on his side under the planes mutilated metal. He was badly bruised and bleeding but he somehow managed to survive the planes crash, he only hoped that his parents had been just as lucky. Crawling on his hands and knees, he climbed over heaps of metal and cushions until he reached the back end where his parents had been.
Darien gasped. There lay his parents lifeless and battered bodies. There was no doubt about it, they were dead. Darien turned and hurried as fast as he could to get away from them. He could not stand the sight especially when he knew that he was responsible for their deaths. He had to get out of there.
The ebony man frantically pushed metal scraps out of his way until a small exit was bared. He stuck his bloody hands through the opening and grasped the grass outside, struggling to get out. Darien sighed in defeat when he made little progress; there was no way he could get out on his own. He just didn't have enough energy or strength to do it.
Just then Darien felt a pair of warm hands clasp around his own. Slowly he felt himself being pulled from beneath the plane and helped to his feet. He leaned against a nearby tree for support.
"Is there anyone else in there?" a feminine voice asked.
A sickening feeling washed over Darien as the full impact that his parents were dead hit him. He choked back a sob. "My-" Darien said pointing to the mass of metal that lay twisted, "My parents." he said before his lean body, no longer able to handle the shock, crumpled to the ground.
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Darien's eyes fluttered open at a low murmur of voices coming from near by. He shuddered as the awful nightmare of his parents dying came back to him. 'Thank goodness it was only a nightmare!' he thought. 'It was just an awful nightmare, because I am here in my own bed and my parents are talking next door, safe and sound!' Darien thought gleefully clutching the sheets to his chest.
"Glad to see you're finally awake," an unfamiliar male voice said. Darien turned his head to the owner of the voice. His sparkling sapphire eyes came to rest on a balding elderly man of a medium frame with a white jacket that stood at the left side of his bed.
"Who are you and what do you mean finally awake?" Darien said narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
The man rubbed the back of his head warily. "You don't remember?" he asked. Not waiting for an answer the elderly man continued. "I guess I'd better explain from the beginning. I'm Doctor Freeman. You've been out cold for the last five hours. A witness of your accident had you brought here. You were in a plane crash..." the doctor continued but Darien tuned him out.
Darien gulped. 'So it wasn't a nightmare. It really happened.' Darien thought remorsefully, swallowing back a sob.
"Do you remember any of this?" the elderly man questioned gently, placing a hand on Darien's shoulder.
Darien shook of the man's hand. He knew the older man was only trying comfort him by placing a hand of his shoulder, something his father had done often to get Darien to open up to him. Darien's eyes filled with tears as the memories flooded his mind. Darien shook his head vigorously to rid himself of the memories. "No!" he cried, his unshed tears now running down his face.
"It's going to be all right." the Doctor said soothingly.
"It's all my fault!" he yelled. "My parents died because of me. I couldn't save them. It's all my fault!" Darien yelled. He saw the pitying look the doctor gave him and turned over. 'I don't need anyone's pity!' he thought angry as he sobbed into his pillow.
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"How is he?" The petite blond asked as soon as the doctor came back to the lobby.
"He's awake but I don't quite understand something maybe you could explain this to me," the Doctor said looking at the blond. "Back in the room he kept blaming himself, saying that his parents' deaths were his fault. Were his parents also in the plane crash?"
"Yes, but they weren't as lucky as him, they died." the blond replied looking at the ground as horrible memories of her own parents' death came back to her. Her heart went out to the young man; she knew what it was like to blame yourself for your parents' death. She shook her head to exonerate herself from the memories. "Can I see him now?" she asked quietly.
"He needs his rest, it'd be best if you'd come back tomorrow," the doctor said before walking away.
~~~~~~~~~NIGHT AT THE HOSPITAL~~~~~~~~~
Darien lay tossing and turning in his hospital bed. "No!" he screamed shooting up like a bullet in his bed. He awoke in a cold sweat, his breathing rapid, and his heart beating wildly against his rib cage. He clutched his head in his hands trying to rid himself of the lingering picture from his nightmare. Out of the whole experience one memory haunted him the most, the one where they were about to crash. His parents faces were pale and filled with fear for they knew they were about to die, they were clutching each other tightly and looking at him helplessly from the backseat.
'They had needed ME to save them and I failed miserably and it cost them there lives! Yet I only walk away with some bruises and cuts while they died! It's all my fault; if it wasn't for me they would still be alive!' Darien thought bitterly.
Darien continued to berate himself until his eyelids began to droop and he once again fell back into an unfitful nights sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Darien was intensely staring at the hospital room's television, trying to keep his mind from wandering to his parents' death when Doctor Freeman walked in holding a clipboard. "Darien?" The older man questioned. Darien reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the television and focused them on the balding doctor. He knew that whatever the man had to say would once again bring back his memories of the crash. "I have the results from the test we did yesterday."
"Test? What test? I don't remember you doing any test on me yesterday." Darien asked dubiously.
"During the five hour span that you were unconscious I ran a series of test on you to make sure that you didn't have any internal bleedings from the impact of the crash and that everything on the inside was the way it was supposed to be. It appears that..."
Darien fidgeted nervously. 'Was this fates way of torturing me by seeing my parents die and me living. Then taking my life away?' Darien wondered.
"-That surprisingly you have no other damages than those bruises and cuts on the surface. You're a very lucky man," the doctor said. Darien opened his mouth to interject when Doctor Freeman continued. "I know that you may not feel so lucky right now having lost your parents recently but it'll get better. I know what you're going through-"
Darien cut the man off in mid sentence. "No you don't know what I'm going through!" He yelled angrily. "Have you ever lost your parents knowing that it was your fault?!" The ebony man demanded.
"Well no but-"
"Then you don't know what it feels like! You wouldn't want to anyway, the feelings too horrible having to live with!"
Seeing that it was no use saying anything else to comfort the ebony man the doctor strode over to the door. "Oh, and by the way you have a visitor," he said before disappearing through the door.
'Visitor? No one I know knows that I am in the hospital so who could it be visiting me?' Darien wondered sitting up in his bed in anticipation waiting to see who would walk in through the door.
A petite blond girl entered the room hesitantly and scanned the room until her baby blue eyes locked onto a pair of sapphire ones. "You in the wrong room?" Darien questioned sinking back into the pillows.
"Your Darien Shields aren't you?"
"Last time I checked I was."
"Then I'm in the right room." The blond said stepping closer to Darien. Darien knitted his eyebrows together in concentration. Her voice was somewhat familiar but he couldn't quite place it.
"I give up. Who are you?"
"Serena Tskunio."
"Sorry your name doesn't ring a bell would you mind elaborating on that." Darien said slightly growing impatient and annoyed.
"I was the one who pulled you from the plane and had you brought here," the petite girl said catching Darien by surprise. "I just wanted to check to see how you were doing."
"Well obviously I'm doing alright so you can go now," Darien said briskly. He knew that he was being rude to her and that he owed her some sort of gratitude for saving him but he hadn't liked the look in her eyes, instead of pity like he had expected he saw understanding. 'She couldn't possible understand what I'm going through!' When she didn't make a movement to leave, Darien turned his back to her and concentrated on the wall.
"I know what you're going through..." the girl began.
Darien flipped over, his sapphire eyes angrily shooting blue fire. "I'm tired of people saying that they know what I'm going through because they don't! Unless you've ever lost your parents knowing that it's your fault that they died then you don't know!" Darien yelled.
"I know what you're going through because I lost my parents and felt the same way that you do now a year ago," the girl replied.
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AN: I do have the next chapter of this done. All I need to post it is the proper motivation so review.
JA!
Disclaimer: I do not own sailor moon and the others but this story does belong to me.
His parents slowly turned to him, sensing that something was wrong, silently asking him what to do. Darien seemed frozen at the gears. His instructor had prepared him for emergency situations like this but up here in an actual emergency situation it was quite different, peoples lives counted on him, his parents and his own.
Darien snapped out of his state of panic. He took one look at his parents pale, terror stricken faces and leaped into action. His parents needed him and he *refused* to let them down the one time they needed him especially when there lives counted on him.
"AB595 to Air Traffic Control," Darien said urgently into the radio. "Can you read me?"
"Affirmative," a voice announced over a crackle of static.
"We have engine failure and absolutely no power. What should I do?"
Darien shook the radio when he received no answer and threw it to the ground in frustration when he realized that like everything else on the plane it had died to. He would just have to do this on his own but 'what should he do?' was the question. His best luck would to find a clearing but then what? The plane would still crash but they would all have a better chance of surviving then if they hit trees on the way down so a clearing was his best shot. Darien gritted his teeth in determination as he tried to direct the plane into a clearing; the plane crept slowly forward so that the first half of the plane was over the clearing.
The plane was plummeting rapidly and Darien knew that the whole plane would not make it to the clearing. Darien felt a sinking sensation descend to the pit of his stomach. The plane was rapidly descending; it would only be a matter of seconds before they would crash.
The last thing the ebony man saw before the plane hit the ground was both his parents' ashen white faces clutching to each other tightly as they looked at him helplessly from the back seat.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A solitary figure was taking her daily walk through the woods. The petite blond closed her baby blues and deeply inhaled the rich scent of the woods. It was one of the many things she loved about the woods. She made a daily habit of strolling through woods.
*bang* *whoosh* *boom*
The petite girl's eyes snapped open at the disturbance of the woods serenity. 'It sounds as if something big crashed,' the girl thought. 'I wonder what it was?' the blond thought. Curiosity getting the better of her, the blond headed toward the direction the racket, taking large strides.
The young woman stopped in her tracks as she saw a twisted heap of metal that looked like it had once been a plane. 'No one could have possibly survived that,' Serena thought sadly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Darien groaned as he turned on his side under the planes mutilated metal. He was badly bruised and bleeding but he somehow managed to survive the planes crash, he only hoped that his parents had been just as lucky. Crawling on his hands and knees, he climbed over heaps of metal and cushions until he reached the back end where his parents had been.
Darien gasped. There lay his parents lifeless and battered bodies. There was no doubt about it, they were dead. Darien turned and hurried as fast as he could to get away from them. He could not stand the sight especially when he knew that he was responsible for their deaths. He had to get out of there.
The ebony man frantically pushed metal scraps out of his way until a small exit was bared. He stuck his bloody hands through the opening and grasped the grass outside, struggling to get out. Darien sighed in defeat when he made little progress; there was no way he could get out on his own. He just didn't have enough energy or strength to do it.
Just then Darien felt a pair of warm hands clasp around his own. Slowly he felt himself being pulled from beneath the plane and helped to his feet. He leaned against a nearby tree for support.
"Is there anyone else in there?" a feminine voice asked.
A sickening feeling washed over Darien as the full impact that his parents were dead hit him. He choked back a sob. "My-" Darien said pointing to the mass of metal that lay twisted, "My parents." he said before his lean body, no longer able to handle the shock, crumpled to the ground.
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Darien's eyes fluttered open at a low murmur of voices coming from near by. He shuddered as the awful nightmare of his parents dying came back to him. 'Thank goodness it was only a nightmare!' he thought. 'It was just an awful nightmare, because I am here in my own bed and my parents are talking next door, safe and sound!' Darien thought gleefully clutching the sheets to his chest.
"Glad to see you're finally awake," an unfamiliar male voice said. Darien turned his head to the owner of the voice. His sparkling sapphire eyes came to rest on a balding elderly man of a medium frame with a white jacket that stood at the left side of his bed.
"Who are you and what do you mean finally awake?" Darien said narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
The man rubbed the back of his head warily. "You don't remember?" he asked. Not waiting for an answer the elderly man continued. "I guess I'd better explain from the beginning. I'm Doctor Freeman. You've been out cold for the last five hours. A witness of your accident had you brought here. You were in a plane crash..." the doctor continued but Darien tuned him out.
Darien gulped. 'So it wasn't a nightmare. It really happened.' Darien thought remorsefully, swallowing back a sob.
"Do you remember any of this?" the elderly man questioned gently, placing a hand on Darien's shoulder.
Darien shook of the man's hand. He knew the older man was only trying comfort him by placing a hand of his shoulder, something his father had done often to get Darien to open up to him. Darien's eyes filled with tears as the memories flooded his mind. Darien shook his head vigorously to rid himself of the memories. "No!" he cried, his unshed tears now running down his face.
"It's going to be all right." the Doctor said soothingly.
"It's all my fault!" he yelled. "My parents died because of me. I couldn't save them. It's all my fault!" Darien yelled. He saw the pitying look the doctor gave him and turned over. 'I don't need anyone's pity!' he thought angry as he sobbed into his pillow.
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"How is he?" The petite blond asked as soon as the doctor came back to the lobby.
"He's awake but I don't quite understand something maybe you could explain this to me," the Doctor said looking at the blond. "Back in the room he kept blaming himself, saying that his parents' deaths were his fault. Were his parents also in the plane crash?"
"Yes, but they weren't as lucky as him, they died." the blond replied looking at the ground as horrible memories of her own parents' death came back to her. Her heart went out to the young man; she knew what it was like to blame yourself for your parents' death. She shook her head to exonerate herself from the memories. "Can I see him now?" she asked quietly.
"He needs his rest, it'd be best if you'd come back tomorrow," the doctor said before walking away.
~~~~~~~~~NIGHT AT THE HOSPITAL~~~~~~~~~
Darien lay tossing and turning in his hospital bed. "No!" he screamed shooting up like a bullet in his bed. He awoke in a cold sweat, his breathing rapid, and his heart beating wildly against his rib cage. He clutched his head in his hands trying to rid himself of the lingering picture from his nightmare. Out of the whole experience one memory haunted him the most, the one where they were about to crash. His parents faces were pale and filled with fear for they knew they were about to die, they were clutching each other tightly and looking at him helplessly from the backseat.
'They had needed ME to save them and I failed miserably and it cost them there lives! Yet I only walk away with some bruises and cuts while they died! It's all my fault; if it wasn't for me they would still be alive!' Darien thought bitterly.
Darien continued to berate himself until his eyelids began to droop and he once again fell back into an unfitful nights sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Darien was intensely staring at the hospital room's television, trying to keep his mind from wandering to his parents' death when Doctor Freeman walked in holding a clipboard. "Darien?" The older man questioned. Darien reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the television and focused them on the balding doctor. He knew that whatever the man had to say would once again bring back his memories of the crash. "I have the results from the test we did yesterday."
"Test? What test? I don't remember you doing any test on me yesterday." Darien asked dubiously.
"During the five hour span that you were unconscious I ran a series of test on you to make sure that you didn't have any internal bleedings from the impact of the crash and that everything on the inside was the way it was supposed to be. It appears that..."
Darien fidgeted nervously. 'Was this fates way of torturing me by seeing my parents die and me living. Then taking my life away?' Darien wondered.
"-That surprisingly you have no other damages than those bruises and cuts on the surface. You're a very lucky man," the doctor said. Darien opened his mouth to interject when Doctor Freeman continued. "I know that you may not feel so lucky right now having lost your parents recently but it'll get better. I know what you're going through-"
Darien cut the man off in mid sentence. "No you don't know what I'm going through!" He yelled angrily. "Have you ever lost your parents knowing that it was your fault?!" The ebony man demanded.
"Well no but-"
"Then you don't know what it feels like! You wouldn't want to anyway, the feelings too horrible having to live with!"
Seeing that it was no use saying anything else to comfort the ebony man the doctor strode over to the door. "Oh, and by the way you have a visitor," he said before disappearing through the door.
'Visitor? No one I know knows that I am in the hospital so who could it be visiting me?' Darien wondered sitting up in his bed in anticipation waiting to see who would walk in through the door.
A petite blond girl entered the room hesitantly and scanned the room until her baby blue eyes locked onto a pair of sapphire ones. "You in the wrong room?" Darien questioned sinking back into the pillows.
"Your Darien Shields aren't you?"
"Last time I checked I was."
"Then I'm in the right room." The blond said stepping closer to Darien. Darien knitted his eyebrows together in concentration. Her voice was somewhat familiar but he couldn't quite place it.
"I give up. Who are you?"
"Serena Tskunio."
"Sorry your name doesn't ring a bell would you mind elaborating on that." Darien said slightly growing impatient and annoyed.
"I was the one who pulled you from the plane and had you brought here," the petite girl said catching Darien by surprise. "I just wanted to check to see how you were doing."
"Well obviously I'm doing alright so you can go now," Darien said briskly. He knew that he was being rude to her and that he owed her some sort of gratitude for saving him but he hadn't liked the look in her eyes, instead of pity like he had expected he saw understanding. 'She couldn't possible understand what I'm going through!' When she didn't make a movement to leave, Darien turned his back to her and concentrated on the wall.
"I know what you're going through..." the girl began.
Darien flipped over, his sapphire eyes angrily shooting blue fire. "I'm tired of people saying that they know what I'm going through because they don't! Unless you've ever lost your parents knowing that it's your fault that they died then you don't know!" Darien yelled.
"I know what you're going through because I lost my parents and felt the same way that you do now a year ago," the girl replied.
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AN: I do have the next chapter of this done. All I need to post it is the proper motivation so review.
JA!