Authors Note: Hey! Thanks everyone for your reviews, it's so nice to open my email and see 'Review Alert'. Now I'm getting to the hard bit to write, so bear with me. But I will warn you, I make not promises not to make the next chapters as sad as possible (although I'll try not to make them too corny.) And please people, stop swearing at me, I'm trying to get this done for you, but I'm studying for tests that are really going to affect my leaving grade. Majorly stressed Tandem here, I actually have a warning sign strapped to my forehead.

Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon.

Chapter Six.

Darien hit the motorway and sped up, exceeding the speed limit, but not caring. Pictures of Serena flashed through his head. Serena laughing in his arms as she danced with him at the Senior Formal, Serena curled up in his arms, watching the sun set with him, Serena stretched across him, fast asleep in their bed, Serena hugging the kittens at the pet shop and making faces at him when he said no. He couldn't have felt worse than he did if she had died. It was a while before he realised that there were sirens and flashing lights on the car sitting right behind him, but when he did he mentally swore and pulled off at the next exit, pulling over at the side of the road.

" May I see your licence please?" The cop standing at Darien's window, was female and small, but looked quite strong. Darien pulled out his wallet and removed his licence handing it to her through the window.

" You know what question I am going to ask you next?" The cop said, looking at him through the window.

Darien nodded.

" Well?"

Darien just shook his head.

" Sir you were over the speed limit by quite a substantial amount, I think it would probably be in your best interest if you cooperated with me, don't you?" The cop asked.

Darien nodded, and indicated his throat.

" I'm sorry, but I don't understand. Would you step out of the car please?"

Darien got out and shut the door. As he was not parked under a street lamp, his face was in shadow and he was thankful that she couldn't see the smudges left by his tears. What he wouldn't give to have Serena here at the moment. He couldn't communicate to people when he didn't have Serena or someone else to translate what his hands were saying. If he tried to, they thought he was having them on or got frustrated with him. He decided he at least had to try.

I can't speak. I'm mute He signed, patting his throat.

" Sorry I still don't understand. Look I'm going to go over and talk to my partner," She said waving to the police car parked behind his. " Don't go anywhere."

Darien nodded, letting out a deep sigh. If Serena had been there this whole mess could have been cleared up immediately. Thinking of her he ached. He fought to hold back the fresh batch of tears that threatened to roll down his cheeks. He leant back against his car and threw back his head swallowing convulsively.

" What's happening?" The cop's partner asked.

" He's being difficult. He hasn't said a word, just keeps indicating his throat."

" I'll come and see what I can get out of him." Her partner said.

" I think he's trying to tell me something."

" Probably Amy." Her partner said. " But being as thick as you are, it's not surprising you didn't understand it."

" I'll forget you said that and if I ever remember you did, I'll put it down to a stressful night." Amy said to him.

" How nice of you." Her partner replied, smiling at her. They reached Darien and Amy indicated her partner.

" This is sergeant Greg Handler." She said.

Darien nodded his head slowly.

" The Constable here says your not being very cooperative?" the sergeant said.

Darien let out a whistle of frustration. He indicated his throat, then shook his head.

" Are you saying you are not going to talk?"

Darien made a grab for the notepad the sergeant was holding and found himself pushed up against his car, with the sergeant tutting in his ear.

" No need to get violent or we might have to give you a fine for that on top of your speeding ticket."

Darien just shook his head, banging it against the car a couple of times, and deliberately letting his body relax, so the sergeant would know he meant no harm. When he let him up, Darien slowly indicated the sergeants note book, then himself. Reluctantly the sergeant handed it over to him along with the pen in the top pocket of his jacket. Darien took it and wrote two words: I'm mute. Then handed it back.

He would have laughed if he wasn't all of a sudden feeling so tired. He just wanted to get this over with and get home. The two cops read what he had written and looked up at him.

" Sorry sir...I didn't know." Amy said, her face going red.

Darien extended his hand for the notepad.

Don't worry about it. Can I just get my ticket and go?

" Sure..." Amy started, but was stopped by Gregs hand on her shoulder. When Darien had bent down to give back the notepad, Greg had got a glimpse of his face and had noticed the tear stains along his cheeks.

" You alright there mate?"

Darien nodded and held out his hand for the ticket. Greg looked at Amy and shook his head, something inside him telling him that it wasn't the right thing to do.

" Listen, I'm not going to give you a ticket. It's obvious something's bothering you and speeding was offering some sort of release. Just don't do it again, and don't tell any other coppers that I let you off OK?"

Darien looked at him suspiciously, not believing what he was hearing. He looked over at Amy, who looked just as stunned as he was, then back at the other cop. He nodded his thanks and got back into his car, waiting for the cops to get into theirs and drive away before he eased his car back onto the road and headed home to a house that had been empty for three weeks now.

" Why did you do that?" Amy asked as they headed towards the police station.

" The guy looked like hell Amy, sometimes when you feel like he did, you just have to escape it all and the most common form of escape is speed." Greg said.

" But that was against the law." Amy pointed out.

" Sometime you've got to look past the crimes, to see the reason and then it may not appear to be a crime at all." Greg pointed out.

" Yeah but that particular crime appeared to have no reason. " Amy replied.

" You obviously didn't see the tear marks that I did. That man was suffering and doesn't know how to cope with it."

" You know something I don't." Amy stated.

" Look at the drivers licence." Greg said.

Amy looked down and realised she still held Darien's drivers licence. She looked at the name but couldn't find anything of any great importance.

" I don't get it!"

" Darien Shields, big business man in this country and over seas. I think you'll get a reason for his need for speed, tomorrow when we go to take that back to him." Greg said, nodding towards the licence.

Ok. So this chapter really sucks. I know and at a later date I'll probably go through it and change it all, but I'm not going to do anything with it now. I'll let you all see what you think of it. Please let me knew so that I can improve it. In case anyone is didn't catch it, this chapter is set three weeks after Serena left. Hopefully no one's going to tell me they're confused.

Lotsa love to you all, Tandem.