Hi guys! I'm back with the last chapter and the epilogue! Hope you like it! I forgot to mention last time that I don't own Sailor Moon and the episode "How the Ghosts stole Christmas" from The X-Files, on with this fic is based. So here goes! Have fun :)

At that moment, the man entered the room, holding his belly because he was laughing too hard.

"Did you see his face?" he asked his wife, who was laying on the floor beside Mamoru. She began laughing harder as well. She stood up with his help and threw her arms around her husband's neck.

"How was I, darling? Am I as good as I used to be?" she asked with a seductive and malicious smile.

"You're as good as you were when we started all those years ago" he answered as he gave her a kiss on her nose. "You got him all the way!" he laughed again.

They left the room without looking back, leaving Mamoru for dead, proud of their achievements.

When Usagi came back to her senses, she felt the pain right away. She hurt so much that she could barely move, and opening her eyes proved to be very difficult. She felt her chest, where the pain was the most powerful, as she remembered what had happened earlier. A tear fell from her eyes as she also remembered who had done this to her.

As she saw the rose that had caused so much pain, she realized that not only had Mamoru done this to her, but that he was Tuxedo Kamen. The man that saved her at almost every battle and who had caused so many daydreams – and detentions. Images of both Mamoru and Tuxedo Kamen flooded her mind, and suddenly, everything was clear to her. They really were one and the same man. She was happy but…

"Mamoru… what happened to you?" she asked to the empty room, but regretted it immediately as a fit of coughs took her over. She gasped in horror as she realized that she had spit blood.

'I have to get out of here right now' she thought.

Putting the ripping pain as far in the back of her mind as she could, she started crawling toward the closest door.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally made it. Tears of pain were rolling down her cheeks, but she wasn't about to give up. She was Sailor Moon after all! She couldn't be defeated that easily!

She felt confident that she would make it, but she still couldn't understand why Mamoru had done this to her. As another harsh fit of coughs hit her, she decided to concentrate on saving her life for now. She looked hopefully at the front door that she could now see, and continued on her painful way.

When she was halfway to the front door, she heard someone fall behind her. Her heart beating faster, she turned around and saw Mamoru, wounded and bleeding, painfully coming in her direction. When he saw her, he froze.

They stared at each other, not knowing how to react in front of the person they loved – and that had tried to kill them.

The same question went through their mind.

'Can he really be Tuxedo Kamen?'

'Can she really be Sailor Moon?'

They came back to reality when Usagi had yet another fit of coughs. Mamoru was the first one to move. When she saw him come toward the door – and her – she tensed.

"Don't move" she warned.

"Why shouldn't I? You're gonna hit me with your tiara again?" he answered.

"What? You hit me with a rose first, you freak! A rose!"

"Why would do that? When I found you, you were already wounded, and then, for no reason, you transformed into Sailor Moon and tried to kill me!" Mamoru yelled back, outraged, mad, worried, tired and so many other emotions overtaking him. Why was everyone accusing of trying to kill the girl he loved?

"I did not!" said Usagi, as outraged as Mamoru. She was about to yell back, but then an idea struck her.

She rolled over onto her back and sat down as if nothing had happened. She then stood up and felt her blood stained chest, which didn't hurt that much after all. She went beside Mamoru.

"Get up" she said as Mamoru looked at her as if she were crazy.

"What? It hurts too much!" and answered.

"Ah come on big baby" she added, smiling mischievously, happy to be the brightest one for once. "You can do it, you're a big boy now" she laughed.

Mamoru, being a proud man, forgot the great pain he was feeling and stood up, insulted by the way she spoke to him. When he realized he was standing, and that, though he was still covered with blood, the pain was gone, everything became clear to him. He smiled at his companion and took her hand.

"Come on, let's get out of this place" he said as he ran to the door.

Surprisingly, the door opened easily and they could escape. When they were on the other side, even more surprisingly, they were clean again. The blood was gone, as if it had never been there.

They looked at each other quickly, and, still hand in hand, started running again, as far as they could from the house.

"I guess we're not as good as in our younger days, darling" said the woman with the hole in the stomach, who sat with her love in front of the fireplace, holding his hand. "Do you think they're gonna take us off the tourist literature? We might not get any visitors for a while" she added. He squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"Don't worry. There'll always be weirdoes visiting us. Besides, we've had fun. And we're still together" he told his wife.

They smiled at each other and vanished.

The end! On to the epilogue ;)