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Chapter 4

Luckily, it was Saturday and Sarah didn't have to worry about missing school, though she did need to go and see the doctor before anything else. Decisively she jumped onto the nearest rooftop and made quick progress to the hospital.

When she arrived, Saturn walked right in, ignoring the curious glances thrown her way by various patients and their families. The secretary could only stare as Saturn walked up. "I was told to come in," Saturn told the secretary as if she did this type of thing everyday.

The woman nodded and picked up a nearby phone. After dialing a quick number the woman began to speak, "Dr. Hansen?" The woman never looked away from Sailor Saturn and when she spoke her voice seemed to squeak. "Your . . . ah . . . patient is here." The woman's eyes never blinked as she watched the young girl before her. "Yes sir." The woman hung up the phone. "He'll see you in room 317." As she said the last, the woman's voice was shaky.

Realizing that the woman was genuinely afraid of her, Saturn was quick to go on her way. It didn't take but five minutes to reach the doctor's office, and she was ushered in immediately. As soon as she entered the room, the doctor said to her, "You haven't done anything strenuous, have you?"

"No but I may have to today; is there any way to get around the pain?" Saturn wrinkled her nose at the combination of medicine and sanitizing smells.

"Not really," the doctor replied turning to look at her.

"I was afraid of that," Saturn said with a sigh. "I have to fight for a woman who has been kidnapped, and I really didn't want anything interfering."

"That's understandable," the doctor said as he motioned for Saturn to sit on the high examination table. "I wish you luck. Though I should be advising you against any such actions," the doctor sighed, "Can't the White Knight do this for you? He is strong."

Saturn shook her head as she concentrated on revealing the bandage beneath her scout attire. "No, the message said for me to fight, or she would die," she said.

"It is not going to do anyone any good, if you die instead."

"I have to do something!" Saturn said, using a bit more anger and force than she had meant to. The doctor didn't respond as he began to apply the same pungent salve to her burns.

The dressing of her wounds took very little time, and once it was finished she was quick to leave the hospital and get into her regular clothes. It was now almost noon, and Saturn was not fond of the idea of returning to an empty house for food so, instead, she headed for the nearest restaurant.

She was tempted to leave immediately upon arrival, when she noticed David was there. David and her had hadtheir friendly word sparring, calling each other names and such, but today she didn't feel up to such exercise. However she wasn't in the mood to go anywhere else, either, so she decided to go ahead and eat here. Seeing a small open table, Sarah made her way to it and sat down.

The waiter was prompt about taking her order and Sarah leaned back in the chair, trying, in vain, to relax. All she could think about were the terrible things that could be happening to her mother, while she was sitting there eating. She was so worried about what was happening now, she almost forgot to wonder what had happened before. What had allowed the Negaverse to steal her mother without setting off any of her wards? It represented a serious breach in her security that they were able to do such. How many other people would this happen to if she didn't find a way to block it.

Thinking back over the last few days, she was almost positive that they did not know who she was before the blob-octopus monster; something since then had told them. Now, as far as she knew, she didn't talk in her sleep, but . . . The paramedics. . .they had asked all those questions and she had been too drugged to know which ones not to answer. Even if they had not been under the control of the Negaverse, as she doubted, she would nothave made it to the hospital if they had been, all the Negaverse would have to do is listen in, and they would get the answers they wanted. My God, she had all but screamed out who she was. When would she learn to keep her big mouth shut?

Sarah groaned as she realized that the danger her mother was now in, was entirely her own fault. She was so lost in misery that when she heard footsteps approaching from behind her, she assumed it was the waiter and didn't bother to turn around; a very regrettable mistake.

Hands reached out and grabbed her ribs, an action that would normally have sent her into fits of giggles, instead caused a completely different reaction as the raw skin of her burn was "tickled". Immediately she jumped out of her chair, turning to face her assailant through tearing eyes. Though she tried to make no noise a small squeak of pain and surprise escaped her tightly closed lips. It wasn't enough to attract attention from nearby patrons, but it was enough to let her assailant know that something was not right.

David stepped back raising his hands innocently, "Little jumpy aren't you?" he asked with a concerned expression on his face.

"I've had a very bad couple of days," Sarah replied measuringly. David tried to smile as he sat down across from her. His attempt died quickly though as he watched Sarah grimace with pain as she sat back down, and his eyes began to take in the bruises on her face and arms.

"What happened?" He asked with surprised concern in his voice, "You look . . . like you had a bad couple of days," he finished lamely, obviously not wanting to comment on how bad she must really look. David could not really explain why he suddenly felt so worried for her. They had never really been friends, they had competed and been so ornery as to drive the other insane, but this was no explanation for the sudden rush of protectiveness he suddenly felt for her.

"I fell down a flight of stairs," Sarah told him lamely, it was the only thing she could think of. Sighing she turned slightly from him.

"That's not all, is it?" Damn, David was too perceptive for her own good. "What else is bothering you?"

Sarah looked at him and seemed to be measuring him. 'How much to tell?' she wondered. His eyes, though, looked at her, with honest concern, and she couldn't turn him down. "My mother is missing . . . I was, at the hospital when it happened. I didn't have any ID on me, and I was unconscious so my mother did not know where I was. Well, when I got home yesterday, she wasn't there and hasn't come home since." During her dialogue Sarah had been staring at the tabletop now, for the first time, she looked him in the eye and allowed him to see her pain and concern. "I'm worried about her." Sarah was surprised by what she had told him. Never had they had a serious conversation. She wondered fleetingly if she had told him too much, but his eyes were the kind of eyes that asked for trust and promised trust in return.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said slowly, "is there anything I can do? I'd be glad to help out. Maybe I can go with you to file a missing person's report, or perhaps you could come stay with me at my apartment, just so you are not in an empty house."

"Thanks for the offer," she smiled valiantly, "but I don't think I'll take you up onit right away. She may be out with a friend looking for me; so, really, I should stay home. I thank you though."

David reached across the table and took a napkin from the dispenser, and finding a pen in his pocket, began to write on the napkin. "This is my number, if you need any help, even if it is just an ear, give me a call." His encouraging grin suddenly turned shy. "I wish you luck," he said as he rose from the table, pushing the hastily scrawled number into her hand. "I know everything will be fine." Sarah nodded to him as David turned and walked away.

This had been an interesting conversation. To be honest Sarah did not know David very much. She saw him sometimes when she was out, and he seemed like a real cool guy, though all of their meetings tended to be traded insults, but all in good faith. One of her friends at school had actually introduced them, and told her many stories about him. So she knew that David was one of those guys that if you got into trouble, he would do what he could to help out. She had never thought she would be offered such services, but she was glad to know her friend had been right.

Author's Note: Alright people the next chapter is the last bit that I have pre-written. I may not have said this before, but this is a story I wrote many years ago and am now typing up and posting, and truth be told, doing quite a bit of editing as well. This story can continue past that point, but I need to know that YOU want it to continue. So review and tell me what you think!