Disclaimer: I do not own the Sailor Moon universe, I am merely borrowing it and will return it as good as new. Promise
Note: They're HE-EERE! –laughs maniacally and goes back to chasing Darien with a frying pan and tranq gun-
Chapter 13
Dear Diary,
What's happening? Thank the Gods the Court is due here tomorrow! I'm feeling like I've gone crazy: I can't sense them, I'm having the Dream every single time I go to sleep, and to make matters worse I can't seem to stand being in the same room as my old friends. At least my new room is finished- I have somewhere to hide. Which is what I'm doing now. I've closeted myself in here, and I told Ami that I got drug off to visit some of my relatives. I'm such a coward. I just didn't want to have to deal with people today. Last night I had a dream of the Silver Millenium and Endymion. Will I ever stop loving him? I love Theirry so much, but it still hurts so much to remember E. Maybe it always will, just like it always hurts to remember the other times.
The next day Serena woke energetic and deliriously happy. She bounced down the stairs, and proceeded to drive her mother and Sammy crazy as she chattered, danced around the kitchen, and giggled. Sammy had to finally start pulling her hair to distract her, only to earn himself a punch to the arm.
Ilene threatened to strangle them both as she broke apart the ensuing scuffle on the kitchen floor. But Serena was too happy to notice as she bounded off to get dressed.
Finally, FINALLY, she wandered off to get a taxi to the airport. If her mother had known she would truly have strangled her, but Serena didn't really care- she was in no danger. The airport was busy and crowded, but she knew where to go, and she was just a few minutes early, so she waited patiently outside the gates.
A pompous-looking young man sauntered up to ask her if she would like to go for a cup of coffee. He was nice looking, with a mop of dark hair and brown eyes, but she was about to politely tell him she was waiting for her boyfriend when the plane arrived.
"I'm sorry Brendan…"
"Brandon."
She smiled. "Oops, Brendan, but I've got to go meet my fiancé! Maybe another time?" She waved as she ran to where a familiar dark-haired amazon was emerging from the gate, deep in conversation with a black-haired young man with eyes the shade of midnight. "DEE!" she yelled, "GABRIEL!"
The pair looked up, and both grinned, looking oddly relieved for a split second before Gabriel grabbed Serena and swung her around, oblivious to any other passengers or innocent bystanders. Dee pulled her into a bone-crunching bear hug.
"Sea! Goddess you had us scared, girl!" Dee told her with a very serious face.
"We couldn't find you… Not even Theirry. We were frantic!" Gabriel said, hugging her again. She was about to reply when someone grabbed her from behind, spun her around, and lifted her up. She met eyes that shifted from amethyst to silver as she blinked.
"Ash!"
"Miss me, Sea?" he said with his lazy grin. She put her legs around his waist, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. The rest of the court laughed, then Puck yanked her off of Ash and danced her around, kissed her on the lips, and was pushed out of the way by Diana, Illianna, Thea, and Susan. There were squeals, ritual jumping up and down, hugs, more squeals and giggles of mystifying translation, and another round of hugs. Quinn broke into the ceremony to hug her.
"Are you okay?" he asked as a worn-looking Zach pushed between Susan and Illianna.
"I'm fine. Why are…" she saw Zach. "Your show! What are you doing here? You've got to be in New York!"
Zach chuckled. "I'm hurt, Sea! One of us is in trouble, out of contact, and you think I'd be worried about my show?" He looked down at her seriously. She couldn't resist hugging him.
"Thank you for being here… even though I'm perfectly fine."
"Like hell," said an amused voice. Serena looked up. Ocean blue eyes met ebony. Theirry was smiling faintly, and she couldn't help but notice his pale hair was messy and his black t-shirt was faintly rumpled. Goddess, she'd missed him! And then she was in his arms, and she was crying into his chest. The rest gathered around the pair, hiding the scene from the curious gazes of passers by.
It took Serena a few moments to compose herself, and the other girls a few more to dry their own moist eyes. The connection between them hummed with emotions, drawing them closer so that even the most clueless onlooker could sense the absolute unity of the group.
At last they began making their way through the airport to the rental desks to pick up their car keys. It was amusing to watch the people turn and stare at the group as they passed. A group of models, here for some music video or movie, no doubt. All twelve wore designer clothes, all of them were beautiful, and they all fit together. This was a Group, The Group, and they had status, that instant status that comes from being beautiful and young and having members of the opposite sex fall over you.
The Group passed by the people, never even seeing them, caught up in their own affairs, laughing and talking amongst themselves, never even seeing the expressions of longing, envy, admiration, and occasional flat out lust.