I am so sorry that it took me so long to write this second chapter. Thank you all for your wonderful comments on the first. I hope you continue to read and like the story I am creating. Reviews and even criticism is accepted so please read and do review. Many thanks to my beta and good friend, Seren147.

Sailor Moon and all the characters of the show do not belong to me.

1Chapter 2

When Darien heard the scream he made a run towards it. He forgot all about his oppressive shoes and ran like the wind itself was chasing him. He ran though some bushes then came to a complete stop. Right before him were two people in what looked to be a fierce and passionate embrace. Darien thought he must have misinterpreted the scream as one of fright and not one of passion, because to him that was what it must have been.

He was about to turn and walk away quietly before the couple noticed him and confused him for a pervert. The couple broke apart and looked at him. The girl took his breath away; she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had long, flowing golden locks. Her lips were the pinkest of pinks. She was flushed in a most attractive way. 'But she is not a girl; she is on the verge of womanhood.'

Before his thoughts could carry him any further, he noticed that she was not embracing the man before her at all. He had a hold of her wrists and she was struggling to get away. There was a carpet traveling bag close to her feet and a cage with what looked like a cat in it. The cat suddenly began to meow, growl and hiss, in a manner that would have frightened most people. But seeing as it was trapped in the cage, it could do no harm to anyone.

The girl opened her mouth and was about to scream when the man let go of her left wrist and clasped his grubby hand over her mouth and turned her so that her back was plastered to his front. He let go of her right wrist and instead wrapped his sweaty arm around her middle. "You scream one more time, girly, and I will kill your cat in front of you. I will tear its head right off." The girl immediately went still and silent. "That's more like it. Now you are going to come with me. You have become too great of a nuisance and we want you dead." At the last word the girl again began to struggle. The man tightened his grip on her midsection and his fingers began to dig into her cheek. "Now come without much fuss and I shall spare your cat and maybe your innocence too." The man let loose a maniacal laugh and as Darien watched, the girl began to cry. It was silent weeping. Tears streaked down her face and onto her captor's hand. "Oh, girly, crying are we? Does that mean that you do not want your innocence spared? Well darrrliiing," he drug out that last word as if he were drunk, then leaned into the girl's ear, "that can be arranged. In fact, I think I will take care of it now. Struggle and your cat gets it." He again burst out into a hysterical laughter that curled the hairs on Darien's arms.

Darien looked around for something solid and heavy to use against the man. This time the man broke out into a fit of coughing at the end of his laugh and Darien spotted a heavy rock and saw his chance. He grabbed the rock and sprinted the five feet to where the man stood with the girl. The man was by now bent over, but still holding on tightly to the girl.

Darien smashed the rock down on the head of the girl's assailant. The man took the girl with him as he fell. He was immobile when they hit the ground. Blood pored out of the man's head.

Darien checked for a pulse and found a small and weak one. He was relieved to find that he had not just killed a man and turned to help the girl out from under the unmoving man. Darien rolled the man off of her. He found himself staring into the some of the bluest eyes he had ever seen. It was as if his own were reflected in hers. He shook the thought away.

The girl was conscious, but only just. He saw a small pool of blood right under her head and it was steadily getting bigger. Darien looked into her eyes, "I have to get you to a hospital as soon as possible."

He placed his arms gently under her and was about to lift her up to carry her to the nearest hospital, when she grabbed his shirt. "No. No hospital. They will find me at a hospital…"

"But..."

"No, please. Please, no hospital. It is only a small bump. Take my things and take me to your place." Her words were getting quieter and weaker as she talked, but she seemed to be fully aware of the situation. "Bring Luna." She pointed to the cat in the cage. "Will be just fin…" She did not finish what she was going to say because she fainted.

Darien looked around him in dismay. How was he suppose to carry this girl and all of her things? Now he had to take the cat cage as well as her carpet bag and his own stuff? He decided that he would place the bag, if it was not too heavy, on the girl as well as his small bag with his suit on her as he carried her. And he would carry the cat's cage with the arm that had the least amount of weight placed on it.

As soon as he finished thinking this he got into action. He moved and picked up her bag and realized it was really light. He guessed there was hardly anything in it. He then picked up his suit bag and placed both that and the carpet bag on the girl's abdomen. Then he picked up the cat's cage and set it near the feet of the unconscious girl and proceeded to pick up the girl. He then took hold of the cage with his right hand because the girl's legs were lying on the right arm. As he did this he pointedly did not look at the immobile body of the man.

Darien then began to make his steady way out of the park and to his apartment. Thankfully he had walked the better part of the way to his apartment before getting to the park. He only had about three more blocks to walk. It was a slow procession because as he walked his burden got heavier and heavier.

His arms began to get a bit numb. He looked up and was grateful to see the entrance to his apartment building only a few feet away. He sped up and reached the door in a matter of seconds. He put down the cat's cage; the cat meowed gently, and reached carefully into his pocket to extract his key. He managed to take it out without dropping the girl in his arms. He then maneuvered the girl so that she did not fall from his arms when he reached to open the door.

Darien placed his key in the lock and turned it. Then he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. He kept it open with his foot and picked up the cat's cage yet again. He managed to get inside the door. He looked around and was relived to see that no one was round. There would have been too many questions, questions he very well could not answer.

Darien was very thankful that his apartment building came with an elevator because he would not have liked to walk up seventeen flights of stairs to his floor. He lived right at the very top floor.

This time, instead of putting down the cage he turned slightly to the right and used his index finger from his left hand to push the up button for the elevator. Darien gave a whispered "Thank you, God" when the elevator doors opened almost immediately. He had not been looking forward to standing in the hall and waiting for the elevator. For one, the girl was getting heavier and secondly anyone could have come in or anyone could have walked out of the elevator when it had finally reached the ground floor.

Darien stepped into the elevator and again used is left hand to quickly and repeatedly jab the button marked '17'. The doors closed and Darien heaved a sigh of relief. Now all he had to do was wait for the elevator to rise to his floor and then get to his apartment, at the end of the hall, no less, without being seen. It was a good thing that most of the people that lived on his floor were senior citizens and had most likely already been in their nice warm beds for hours.

The elevator ride seemed to take an eternity. When Darien was all but convinced that he had some how died and gone to the hell of all the elevator rides, the indicator lighted on the 17 and dinged and the doors finally slid open.

Darien poked his head out of the elevator, or attempted to with a girl in his arms, and looked towards both sides of the hall. No one in sight. He quickly got out and practically ran to the right and to his apartment, or did as best he could with his burdens.

When he reached the door to his apartment he quickly put the cat's cage down and slid the key, which he had not bothered to put away when he opened the building entrance, into his doorknob and turned it. He turned the knob and pushed the door open with his foot. He then hurriedly grabbed the cage and walked inside. He begrudged not being able to remove the stuffy shoes immediately, but he had to put down the girl first and attend to her head wound before he did anything else.

Darien placed the cage in his living room. The cat inside, (What had the girl called her?) meowed to be let out. "You will have to wait…Um…Luna. I have to attend to your mistress first." He then went into his room and placed the girl on his bed. He saw that she had stopped bleeding, but not before the blood had practically coved his before clean sleeve. He was again thankful that no one had been around when he arrived. He was also thankful that his manager had made him work so late so that he did not encounter anyone on his way to his apartment because of the time of night it was. Then he realized his train of thought and began to think that the events of the evening had really gotten to him, because if he had not worked so late he never might have encountered the girl and her attacker in the first place. "But then she would have been doomed for sure." Darien spoke to himself as he walked to his bathroom and first aid kit.

He brought the kit into his room and proceeded to clean and bandage the wound. It was a very good thing that he was studying to be a doctor. Something he had wanted to be since he was a little kid. Even before the accident.

Flashback

"Darien, what are you doing?" Meredith looked down at her little boy as he seemed to be turning his new teddy bear into a mummy.

Darien looked up from his task only for a moment and his mom saw a very serious expression on his face. He turned back to his bear. "I am bandaging Alan up. He was run over by a bike today, mother, and I have to bandage him up or he will bleed to death."

His mother smiled and shook her head in an indulgent way. "Darien, dear, that is the third one of your stuffed animals that you have 'cured' today. Will they get into more accidents, I wonder?"

"I do not know, mother, but as a dedimicated," five year old Darien mispronounced the word, "doctor, I must do all I can for anyone or anything that comes to me for help." He sounded very serious for a five year old, his mother thought.

"Well, Darien, at least I know what you desire to be when you are older."

"That's right, mother, I want to be a doctor, a very talented doctor, one who cures lots and lots of people. I want to help them get better and go home to their families. Just like Dr. Brian did for daddy. I am so glad daddy came home. I missed him when he was away, I really did, mommy." He again slipped back to the person of the five year old he was.

Meredith spread out her arms and beckoned to her beloved son, "Come here, Darien, sweetie." Darien obeyed. He practically ran to her arms. "I missed daddy a lot too, baby. But now he is all better and he is here. It was after all only appendicitis dear, nothing too serious."

"I know, mommy, but I thought he was going to die, because when you took him away to the hospital I was all alone and I had to go and stay with the neighbors and their son, Frankie, said that people only go to the hospital when they are going to die." Little Darien sniffled and brought his hand to his eyes to wipe away a few stray tears.

"Well, Darien, Frankie does not know what he was talking about, because obviously your father did not die and he is at this moment in perfect health."

Darien looked up at his mother with twinkling eyes, from the tears he had not allowed to fall, and smiled. "Mommy, I am so glad. And I know that it was because of Dr. Brian. That is why when I grow up I will be a doctor just like him. I will save many daddies and many mommies and maybe even their kids too. And they will all go home to their families and be happy like our family."

Meredith hugged her son fiercely and let a few tears escape her own eyes at her son's sentiments. "Yes, sweetie, I am sure you will be the best doctor in the whole universe."

End of Flashback

Darien came back from his past with a snap from his head and realized he not yet finished what he was doing. He quickly set back to work and finished. He then took back the first aid kit and came back to check the girl's pulse. But even if she was still alive, which he was sure she was because of the steady rise and fall of her chest, head injuries were a tricky thing.

Darien came back into his room and checked her pulse. He was satisfied. Then he removed her shoes and gently tucked her into his bed. He would have to sleep on his couch in the living room. He turned to leave when suddenly the girl stirred in his bed. He turned back just as she was saying something. When he looked upon her he noticed that she was still asleep. 'She must be talking in her sleep.' He thought to himself. He walked back to the bed and kneeled before it. He leaned in to listen to what she was saying. 'Maybe I can find out her name or something that would help to identify her and notify her relatives.' But then she said no more. She curled in and seemed to settle down more comfortably in his bed and was silent.

Darien sighed and got up. He walked to the door and stepped out of the room. He left the door open a crack so that he would be able to hear if she woke during the night in pain or if she started talking in her sleep again. He made his way to his front door and finally removed the oppressive shoes. He then went into his bathroom and showered and changed into his pajamas.

Then he decided he needed an aspirin, so he went into the kitchen and got himself a glass of water and aspirin. Then he remembered the cat and got a bowl of milk for her.

Darien walked into the living room with the bowl and almost dropped it when he realized that the cat was curled up in a ball on his favorite chair and was pleasantly snoozing. The little devil of a cat had managed to get her cage open. He went to the cage and examined it. It was not broken. 'This cat must be an extremely talented and smart cat to be able to open that cage door. He placed the cage to the side out of the middle of the room.

Darien thought that the cat deserved a treat for being such a smart cat so he went back into his kitchen and got her a bowl of tuna. He went back and placed it near the milk. The smell of the tuna seemed to have a magical affect because the cat, Luna, immediately lifted her head, sniffed and then made her way gracefully to the tuna and the milk. Darien smirked and shook his head and went to ready his bed (the couch) for the evening.

As Darien settled in he wondered who the girl was, what her name was, and why that man had been after her. It seemed like there were more than just that man after her if what the man at the park had said was any indication at all. He hoped that taking her in and not taking her to the hospital would not bring ill consequences onto himself, but even as he hoped this he got a sinking feeling at the bottom of his stomach. Something told him there would be consequences a plenty.

But he would deal with that in the morning. He was thankful tomorrow was Saturday, no classes and only a bit of work. He turned over and settled in bed better. He fell asleep to images of the girl and went to the land of strange and bothersome dreams.

end chapter 2

To be continued………

Author's notes: I am so sorry for having delayed his chapter for so many months. I do hope that I have not turned anyone away from it. I do not like to leave things unfinished so take comfort in knowing that I do indeed plan to finish this story. Most of it has already taken shape in my head. All I have to do is find the time and the words and the inspiration to write it all down.

Random fact: Listening to Chopin as I write the last bit of this. Impromou No. 4 in C "Faintaisie" to be exact. It is a wonderful piece. If you any one had a chance I suggest you listen to it.