Hey everyone!!! (stops to see people holding bats) * eep * Ok I know that It's been like two months since I've gotten another chapter out, I just got caught up in other things, one fic in particular. It's my first crossover (GW/SM baby!!) and I really wanted to get out the second chapter before I started working on my other fics, but you've all convinced me other wise. If you all noticed, the story notes on the main page have altered just slightly, I've made it a 1,000 years instead of 100. I just got a really good idea and decided to put it in. This chapter will take place a week from last chapter, it was Saturday when the dinner took place and now it's Monday.

So enjoy !!!

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I don't own sailor moon

The obvious is true

But, it's still all good

Cuz' this chapter is for you!

Chapter 6

The door squeaked as it opened to reveal a lone figure sitting, staring into the fireplace. Her eyes reflected the flames as they danced in the air casting shadows across her face. To any passerby she resembled an exotic gypsy with the pale skin, raven hair and cloudy violet eyes.

She didn't notice the extra person in the room until he spoke her name. "Raychel?" her eyes turned away from the fire for a second to glance in his direction, then returned back to the fireplace. He winced as he realized her closeness to the flames; such a position would be too intense for a mortal, but she wasn't exactly normal.

He sighed openly, "what did you see?" he asked expectantly, knowing that this wasn't a one-time thing. She blinked, "what do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Everyone knows that when you have one of your *visions* you sit in front of the fire like some lost child." He stressed, smirking at her still figure. She looked at him for the first time since he walked into the flame-lighted room. "Am I that predictable, Dominique?" 

He shrugged, "well, when you live with someone for a certain length of time, you tend to pick up things. Nicholas drinks a glass of wine while he sits in his favorite chair staring off into space whenever he gets nervous, anxious or worried; and he kills when he gets pissed. You, on the other hand, sit in front of the fire."

"It soothes me." She simply answered. He let out a hoarse laugh, shaking his head in disbelief, making his blue hair fall into his cobalt eyes. (AN: I have no clue what color his eyes are!) "It can also kill you. You may be immortal, but you can still die."

She smiled, "Don't tell me you're afraid of fire," more of a statement than a question. Her smile only widened when he remained silent. Her eyes wandered back to the fire, "Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great."

He rolled his eyes, "I hate when you talk in riddles!"

"Let me teach you a little life lesson and pay attention because I hate to repeat myself."

His eyes narrowed slightly, "go on."

"Fire is in constant comparison with Love. It's always been that way, even before my time. It's an eternal flame, forever glowing in your heart, but once love enters the picture, the flame becomes a blaze sending a burning sensation through out your body giving you warmth. That's why so many people search for it."

There was a slight pause, but he didn't try to interrupt. He didn't want to admit it, but he was very interested in what she had to say.

"But a shift of the wind can send fire spreading out of control. Love works the same way, it's just as unpredictable and uncontrollable as fire, and if you're not careful you can get burned. That's why so many people fear it."

Dominique's brows furrowed in frustration, "what are you talking about?"

"Fire can only hurt you if you allow it to," she said as the flames engulfed her hand. Dominique's eyes widened, "what the hell are..?!" he stopped when he noticed that she showed no signs of pain or any scars. He could only stare in amazement as her fingers played with the fire.

She pulled her hand out, "See?"

He shook himself out of the stupor, "Is this your way of telling me you're a witch?" She shook her head, "I'm not a witch, I just can't be harmed by fire; I guess you can say it's a gift or something." she said with a frown.

"So, how does this connect to your *visions* tonight." She turned to him sharply, "Why must you use sarcasm? You dare mock me?!?!" she said standing to her feet, glaring at his form.

"Because you're overreacting. They're just nightmares." She laughed silently, getting him even more annoyed. "Why do you laugh? What the hell is so funny?!!" he yelled as she sighed and shook her head.

"How ignorant you are. Nightmares are the key to our future; they're prophecies, it would be stupid not to follow them." He shrugged, "so, why a fire, why not just sit in an open window?" he joked. "Because, people are so afraid of it, that they miss the messages. The fire has a spirit that knows all and sees all, and if you listen, it will reveal what you want to know."

He raised an eyebrow, "are you a schizophrenic?" She sucked her teeth and walked to the other side of the room trying to keep herself from killing him. "Ok, humor me. What did the fire say?" He tried to ask without smiling but failed miserably. Her fingers massaged her temples as she answered. "Someone is going to die."

Dominique shrugged, "So? Most people around us usually do." She shook her head, "no, I mean someone we know, but I don't know who."

He was still confused, but an idea came to him, "does this have anything to do with Nicholas?" She gave him a knowing look, confirming his suspicions. "Let's just say that his past is going to come back and bite him in the ass."

"So, all that talk about love had something to do with his feelings for Serenity?"

"Partly, there's a lot that he doesn't know. He's so blinded by his lust that he can't even see the obvious. They're not meant to be; she already has her soul mate, just like Roseline and Jeffrey, Josephine and David, Natasha and Samuel. Her path has been chosen and it would be stupid to try and intervene." who are they? he asked himself. Thinking that they were probably old friends of hers, he let it go.

"What will happen if he tries to prevent it?" he asked aloud

"He'll get burned."

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(Dream sequence) 
Hands caressed her skin, running up and down her arm sending shivers throughout her body. The touch was cold, yet warm at the same time. She returned the touch as she ran her fingers over his lips and over his cheeks and through his white, silky hair.

There was something about this man, God only knew what. Though she couldn't really ask him what it was he was hiding, since she herself had secrets that she didn't want to let out, at least not until she figured it out herself.

She was intrigued by two men, both different from one another, but having serious affects on her judgement. One was tall, dark, and handsome, had an open sense of humor and one of the most gorgeous smiles she had ever seen. On the other hand, the other one was also handsome, with a more professional demeanor and mysterious life style, with his cold eyes holding all sorts of secrets.

She just couldn't understand how two men, completely opposite of each other, could have her twirling in circles in confusion and love. She was most certain that she loved one, but the other emotion was close to it, like curiosity or something else. All she knew was that she was drawn to him and didn't know why.

He looked at her seriously, she knew he had something on his mind. She scratched her neck where the small blemish used to be until it went away a couple of days ago. She just hoped it wasn't something secretive, because then she'd be forced to tell him hers and she wasn't ready yet, but she gave him her full attention and waited for him to begin.

"Serenity, there is something that I have to tell you. Something important and I need you to just hear me out first before you respond." 

She nodded as he took a deep breath to begin. "Serenity…. IT IS NOW EIGHT O'CLOCK"

"Huh?"

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"IT IS NOW EIGHT O'CLOCK"

Serena rolled over in bed groaning as she turned to glare at her alarm clock. She flipped the switch to stop the loud electronic voice and raised from her comfortable bed sighing, "always at the good parts."

She scratched her butt and padded into the living room. (AN: like you don't do that!!) She turned on the television and turned to channel 12 to watch her morning news. Though she was two hours late since the news officially started at 6:00 am, she really could have cared less. There isn't enough money in the world to get me up that early

She twirled the remote in the air impatiently as she waited for something interesting to be mentioned. She eventually lost her grip, sending the remote tumbling to the floor and under the side table. Serena stared at it for a couple of minutes, frowning as she contemplated on getting it. but it's too early for this! she whined to herself.

* stop being lazy and just pick it up! * her mind yelled back.

I'm not lazy!! her mind rolled it's eyes yeah ok it answered sarcastically.

With a huff, she slowly lowered down to her knees and crawled under the table. "stupid remote," she mumbled as she grabbed it.

"For those who didn't see the first half it has become known that the merger that has been Nicholas Diamond's main goal for the past month, is finally official. Yes! Michael Greene has agreed to the contract and plans to unite Greene Tech with Diamond Enterprises. Today we have witnessed the birth of a supreme industrial power. Now back to you, Kaity." (AN: don't you just love the enthusiasm)

"OWW!! DAMNIT!!" Serena crawled out backwards from underneath the table rubbing her head. She stared in shock at the television set, "How…what…why?" She was brought out of her agape state by the ringing of her phone. Knowing whom it was, she answered the phone.

"I'm up." The person chuckled into the phone, "Could this be? Serena Kyle? Up on time?" She rolled her eyes at his sarcasm, "Reid? SHUTUP!" he laughed again. I kill myself sometimes he thought

"Hey Reid? Did you know that the merger between Greene and Nicholas was made final today?" He frowned at the fact that she called Diamond by his first name. So, they're on a first name basis now? answering her question, he nodded into the phone, "yeah, if you were up then you would've known that earlier. Do I have to come and get you myself?"

"Do…and die." He sighed into the receiver, "are you at least dressed yet?"

"No." she said walking in the direction of the bathroom. There was something nagging at the back of her mind, but she was too distracted to try and define it, it's been like that for a couple of weeks now and she still couldn't find the reason for it. She shrugged it off.

"Well, don't you think you should be doing that? I'll give you 20 minutes." She made a disgusted sound, "20 minutes? Don't I even get a chance to make some coffee? How about 30 minutes." She said turning on the bathroom light and stepping in front of the mirror. Her eyes widened upon her reflection.

"Good Lord! Make that 45 minutes." He laughed in response; he knew how she was in the morning. "That bad, huh?"

"Aaargh, worse! Looks like I was attacked by the static monster." She said as she picked at the stray strands that seemed to defy the law of gravity. "Um, I better go. This needs my full attention."

*************(Daily Globe)***************

"Did you happen to find out anymore information on that Safir person?" Darien looked up from typing on the keyboard of his computer to glance at his partner who was lounging back in her chair, her usual position.

"That's the unusual part, I couldn't find any files on him, whatsoever." Her head leaned to the side, as she gave him a 'are you serious?' look. She sat up, crossing her arms on the desk top, "none?"

"None," he said giving her a serious look to show that he wasn't joking, since he usually does.

God, I hate when he does that, he looks too damn….never mind! She looked away, hoping to get distracted from her inappropriate thoughts. Her face soon brightened up as an idea popped into her head. Serena reached for the phone and dialed the numbers she knew so well.

"Hey Justin!" there was a pause as she listened to his response. "How did you know?" Darien lifted an eyebrow; "I don't always call you when I need something!" Her partner smiled knowingly and returned back to his typing.

"Ok, maybe I do need something." she paused once more, " like information on Dominique Safir," she said sheepishly. Darien smirked receiving a glare from Serena, who just stuck her tongue at him.

She waited for an answer, "Thank you, Justin. I'm forever in your debt. See you later?" his response make her frown, "date with Raychel? Oh, ok. Have fun." She hung up and let out an aggravated breath.

"You don't like her very much, do you?" Darien asked without looking away from the screen.

"It's not that I don't like her, it's just that she kinda irks me and the stupid thing about it is that I don't even know why."

"Could it be jealousy?"

"NO! I'm not jealous! He can date who ever he wants, I'm just…just…"

"Jealous?" he added

A growl could be heard from her throat as she glared, once again, at Darien, who didn't seemed to be fazed. He shrugged, "oh, I forgot, you have…Nicholas." She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, "jealous?"

"No, I just think he's phony."

"But you don't even know him!"

"I don't have to know him, you can tell he's phony just by looking at him; besides, you barely know him yourself." Serena shook her head, letting the silence that swept over the two, sink in. maybe he's right, but there's just something that keeps me drawn to him

The typing brought her out of her stupor, "what are you doing?"

"I'm making notes, it seems that there are a lot of unanswered questions."

"Like?"

"Like, where's Michael Greene? He didn't even show up at that interview they had with his new *partner* which he should have, since it is his company." Serena shrugged.

"I thought he was on vacation."

"He wasn't on any airport lists, I checked it out." Serena lifted a brow, "don't ask." She shrugged and continued staring off into space.

"Is it just me, or didn't Michael Greene seem….what's the word? Oh yeah, pissed off about the merger?" Darien nodded and shrugged, "I guess he changed his mind." She frowned in thought, but shook the bad feeling off.

"You hungry?" he asks. "Not really."

The phone rings making Serena jump, causing another smirk from her partner. She ignored him and answered the phone. "Hello." She pauses.

"Sure, I would love to go to lunch!" Darien takes his attention away from the computer and looks at her. "Five minutes? I'll be waiting, see you then." She hung up the phone and started gathering up her belongings.

"Um..who was that?" Without looking up from her desk she says, "Nicholas."

"Oh? Thought you weren't hungry." She pulls out her brush from her purse and starts brushing her hair. "I'm not."

"So you go when he calls? But when I ask, you're not hungry." She made a face at him, "Well, it's different, you're just Darien."

"Gee, thanks." He mumbled. "Aaww, you know what I mean. Now, how do I look?" He looked at her as she stood in front of him, smiling.

beautiful he shrugged, "you look all right." She gave him a look before she walked out of the door to the elevator, "don't hate." 

(AN: *wink wink* Smita)

***********(Later that night)**************

Darien slouched down in the cushions of his couch, with the remote in his hand, he prepared himself for a night of channel surfing. (AN: what fun!!) This was not at all a constant routine, he was usually out at some hot club, dancing with a group of girls surrounding him, but tonight, he just wasn't in the mood for all that action.

*does it have something to do with a certain blonde with the crystal blue eyes?* his mind asked.

why do you always pop up at the worse times? he questioned himself. *cuz' it's when you'd least expect it*

Darien put his head in his hands, he really didn't need this, he was already feeling apathetic and now he was talking to himself ….again.

The phone rang bringing him out of his pitiful state. (AN: the phone has been ringing off the hook lately) "Hello," he answered sluggishly. "Hey Dar, whatcha doing?" Andrew asked.

"Chillin." Andrew smirked into the phone, "so, in other words, you're doing nothing?" Darien let out a breath. "I'm changing the channel, that's definitely doing something."

"Riiiigghhht. Well, I'm going over to the bar to earn some extra money bartending. Wanna come?"

"No thanks."

"Come on, you need to get out, maybe I'm working you too hard. You're losing your spark. You definitely need some fun." He explained

"I'm fine, thanks." Darien replied

"Good, I'll be by in 10 minutes." Before Darien could object, Andrew hung up the phone. "Damn! He never listens."

*************(The bar)***********

Andrew dried the glass in his hand, bobbing his head to the music playing in the background. He set the glass down next to the row of other already dried glasses and took a glance at his buddy.

Darien drank the last drop of his beer. Andrew shook his head at the five shot glasses and empty mug. I should have never left him alone "Yo Darien, don't you think that's enough?" Darien shook his head wildly. "No," he answered slurring his words.

"You're drunk."

"Noooo, I'm cool! Actually I feel pretty damn good. More beer, now." He said handing the mug over to Andrew. Andrew placed the mug in the sink behind him and turned back to his drunken friend who was being harassed by two beautiful women.

"Hey cutie, you wanna dance with us?" the red head asked as her friend's large chest bounced in his face. Darien nodded, his eyes never straying from her breasts. They began to pull him to the floor, but Andrew stopped them. "Ok ladies, my friend is in no position to be dancing, so, why don't you two go and whore around with someone else."

The red head rolled their eyes, "fuck you! You're friend don't know what he's missing." The dull blonde snapped her fingers, "he's a grown man and if he wants to be with us, then he can!"

Darien slumped against the counter, "chill! Why you trying to mess up my flow?" Andrew pushed Darien back into the stool, "because you're drunk and more than likely to do something stupid." The two girls shrugged and walked off giving the guys dirty looks.

Darien put his head in his hands, "Shit Andrew, I was just about to get some."

"Yeah, and probably herpes too." Darien groaned. Andrew walked over to the phone and started dialing. "What are you doing?"

"Calling Serena's cell." Darien sat up straight, "What! No! Don't!" Andrew turned to him, "why not, I can't take you home so I'm getting someone who can."

"But she's out with that guy, what's his face."

"Nicholas Diamond?" Darien nodded. "They're out on a date" he spat. Andrew shrugged, "ah well, I can't do anything about it now, the phone's already ringing."

"Fuck."

**********(The restaurant)***********

Serena was in the middle of a funny joke when her cell phone started ringing. "Oops, excuse me for one minute." She flipped the lid, "hello."

"Yo Serena, Darien got himself wasted and I'm bartending, so I can't drive him home and I don't want to put him in a cab in his state. Could you come pick him up?"

"Sure, we were just about to leave anyway, hold on." Serena covered the mouthpiece with her hand and turned to Nicholas. "Is everything all right?" She nodded, "yes, except that Darien sort of drank too much and he needs to get home."

"So can't someone there take him home?"

"Well, Andrew is bartending for extra cash and can't leave and Darien's too drunk to get in a cab by himself. So, I was wondering….."

"You want to know if we can pick him up?" she nodded. He let out an aggravated sigh, "sure, why not, if it means so much to you." there goes my plans She smiled and mouthed a thank you, turning back to Andrew. "Yeah, we'll be by in 10 minutes."

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The black, stretched limousine pulled up to the curb. Andrew stood out on the sidewalk with Darien slumped against trying to argue his way out of the ride. "Nooo! I don't wanna goooo!" he whined. Serena shook her head at him, "come on Darien, let's go home."

Darien took one look at Nicholas and frowned, "Ugh, do I have to ride in the same car as him?" Nicholas narrowed his ice violet eyes.

"Darien! Stop being so rude and get in the car!" Darien put his head down and dragged his feet to the door, getting in and sliding over to make room for the other two. Serena and Nicholas got in after they said their good byes to Andrew. Darien was asleep, by the time the door closed.

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They pulled up to her apartment building, "thanks, for the dinner. I'm sorry it had to end so soon." Nicholas waved his hand nonchalantly, "don't worry about it, there's always next time." She said shaking Darien awake.

"Now, where does he live so I can take him home?" Serena looked at him surprised, "Um, actually I was going to bring him to my place."

"I don't think that's a good idea, it's obvious he's got a drinking problem." Nicholas tried to argue, he wasn't too happy with the two in the same apartment, together, alone. "No! he's not an alcoholic. The only time he drinks like this is when he has something on his mind, this isn't an all the time kinda thng."

"Well I still say, I should take him home."

"No, don't worry about it, he's fine." He kept his frown from showing on his face. this isn't good at all he thought as he watched them walk into the building.

Once the two got in the apartment, Darien grabbed his stomach and covered his mouth, running straight for the bathroom. "Shit. Please let him make it."

She followed him to find him slumped over the toilet throwing up. She sighed and wetted a washcloth with cold water, placing it on his neck. She sat down on the side of the tub and ran her fingers through his head; to anyone else, it would seem natural. After he finished getting everything out and brushing his teeth with her spare toothbrush, she led him into the room.

She helped him undress into his boxers, Serena trying not to look below his belly button, and helped him into her bed. Before she could walk away, he grabbed her wrist. He looked at her with half closed lids, the booze hadn't rubbed off yet, but that was obvious.

"Thanks, you've always been there for me," he whispered. He pulled her down to his eye level and kissed her. Her eyes widened, but she couldn't help but return it as the kiss became more passionate. They pulled apart when they ran out of oxygen, she stared at him strangely as he just rolled over and went to sleep.

She got undressed and crawled under the covers next to him. Turned away from him, she couldn't close her eyes, all she could think about was the kiss, if they were such good friends personally and professionally, why did that kiss bother her so much? Her eyes, eventually, closed and off to dream land she went.

*************(Somewhere across town)****************

A white-haired gentleman sat in a crimson, velvet chair drinking a glass of red wine. His gaze was on the floor, but yet seeing nothing as his mind wandered to the events that happened earlier that evening.

"So, I take it, things didn't quite work out according to your plans tonight." The raven head woman said, walking into the spacious study.

He paid her no mind, he really wasn't in the mood to hear the 'I told you so' speech that she's given too many times to count. She just laughed at his silence, she really didn't need to hear it, she already knew.

"Nicholas, Nicholas, Nicholas…" he looked up at her with a glare. "When are you going to learn? You can't get between those two."

"I don't want to hear this shit now, so leave." He replied. She shook her head; she wasn't going to leave without saying what she had to say. "Your destiny doesn't lie with Serena just as much as it didn't with Serenity. She has and always will be with Endymion."

A growl escaped from his throat and before Raychel could react, he had already jumped out his chair and pinned her to the wall. "NEVER speak HIS name in my presence!" She stared at him wide eyed, but no fear showed in those stormy violet depths. She pushed him off her and stepped up to his face, "you may intimidate Dominique, but you forget, you made me and IAM NOT AFRAID OF YOU!"

"No, you forget. You asked to have this life, for what? Immortality? No! For jealousy. Remember your betrayal is FAR worse than mine will ever be."

Raychel looked down at the floor, "you're right, but at least I'm not in denial. I know where my future lies, but the question is, do you?"

He chuckled, "Oh, so I'm guessing you mean Jadeite, no, excuse me, Justin?" She looked away giving him the answer that he needed. "Looks like someone here hasn't learned anything either." She glared at him. "It's different with me and him, WE never got a chance, YOU, on the other hand, had it and blew it."

His nostrils flared, but soon he calmed down. He cleared his throat and sat in the same chair he occupied before, "So, if you want your chance so much then why haven't you taken him yet?"

"Because, that's how I lost him the first time and I don't plan to make that mistake again." With that, she walked out of the room, leaving him to make new plans for his love. He raised the glass to his lips. Soon Serenity you will be mine

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Darien woke up to the smell of coffee. He groaned once the hangover hit him, and boy did he have a hangover. "That's what I get for drinking shot glasses." He muttered as he scrambled out of bed and shuffled across he floor to the closet. He search the clothes trying to find a shirt, "what the…this isn't mine." He said holding up a dress.

He took a step back letting his surroundings sink in, "this isn't my room." He walked to the door and swung it open to meet Serena, who was just about to walk in. "morning sleepy head, I think you'll need this." She said handing him over a glass of water and two white pills.

He took them appreciatively and swallowed them. She gave him a nervous smile, one that he caught. "What?" she shrugged, "nothing."

"So, what happened last night? How did I get here anyway?" he asked. She looked at him surprised, "Um, we brought you here last night." He raised a brow, "we?"

"Yeah, me and Nicholas."

"He slept here too?" he asked almost not wanting to know.

"No, he dropped us off and I put you to bed, mind you, after you threw up." She said with a smile. He looked at apologetically, "sorry, I didn't want to mess up your evening."

"Don't worry about it, you was WAY out of it and there was no way I was going to let you walk around the city in your state." Darien scratched his head, "I can't help but have a feeling that something happened last night, but I can't remember." Her eyes widened slightly, "Um, nothing out of the ordinary," she lied.

For some reason, that lie hit her hard; did she really want him to know? She really couldn't answer and that scared her because now, she didn't know where their relationship was.

She shook her head maybe it's good that he doesn't remember, I don't think I'll be able to handle it she thought as she watched him walk toward the bathroom down the hall. She sighed as the phone rang. "Hello."

As she listened to the speaker her eyes saddened a bit, she hesitated as she took one last look at the doorway; a look of goodbye. Giving herself a nod of approval, she answered.

"Sure, I'd love to have dinner at your place tonight."

Yes!!! I finally finished it. I didn't mean for it to be so long, but considering how long I made you guys wait, you deserve it. Thanks for all your reviews, I SO love them and never want you guys to stop, so please R&R on this one, so I know if I'm doing this whole "dark" thing right. Smooches…until next time.