Dark Moon Destiny

By Water Block

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Sailor Moon, or Buffy. Devestated author sobs as reality finally makes itself known Important AN at end of chapter! Also, I don't own an airline, or anything affiliated with Pepsi!

Chapter 4

On The Plane--Side Story

'Why couldn't the Council spring for first class? I mean, I know they were in a hurry, but it's not like they don't have the…'

"Miss."

'…money. And isn't thi…'

"Miss?"

'…'s supposed to be, like, a really…'

"Miss!"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Day dreaming, what?"

The steward sighs in exasperation. 'Beautiful, but Blonde. Now stimulating conversation here. Reminds me of a certain…'

"Sir? You Okay?"

"Wha? Oh, yes. Would you like anything to drink? Eat?" the tall, and rather brooding male asked, trying to recover from his little bout of "blonde-ness."

"A Pepsi with ice, please, uh…Darien." The short blonde woman replied, taking a quick glance at his name tag.

"Coming right up, Miss ?..." Darien replied, with a questioning lilt at the end, trying to fish for a name. When none was forthcoming- he finally took the hint that the woman with emerald eyes had given him the brush off.

As he went to fetch the woman's drink, going as slow as possible in retaliation for the brush off, he pondered how he could have sunk this low. Just a year ago, he had a pretty little girlfriend. He was popular. He was a freaking super hero! Well…Anyway. The point is He had a bright, opportunity laden future! Then, Darien got cocky. Having just received a two year scholarship to study at Harvard as a doctor, he decided that he didn't want to be held back by "Destiny," by "Responsibility," or especially by a klutzy little blonde who held none of the grace or sex appeal of… Never mind. But, he didn't want to face the problem head on. Instead deciding to string Her along while he studied in America. It's not like she would ever know; she was so naïve she would give away all of her worldly possessions to a con-man if he proclaimed they were going to help children, or to aid the needy and hungry, or some other 'Noble' cause. Besides that, she was Stupid. It would be simple to deceive her, keep her going with a letter here, a phone call there. Meanwhile, he would pick up a cute little American girl. Nothing serious, but he heard they were a lot easier than the usual female. After dating for over four years, he still hadn't gotten past…Never mind.

Well, that plan had backfired; pretty quick, actually. Darien was so busy 'having a good time,' he let his homework start to slip, telling himself that short essay for psyche wasn't important, or he didn't need to do that dissection lab. Soon, he was flunking half of his classes, and his conscience wasn't letting him sleep-what with the cheating, And boy, was there cheating!-and the neglect of his school work. When it finally happened, he was actually a little relieved.

After pulling an all nighter with a buxom red head, he passed out around four in the morning, the girl,

'What was her name? Was it Stacy? No, it was Rebbeca? No, no, it was, it was Ann!'

"Ann! That's what it was!" Darien had been concentrating so hard he didn't realize he was holding up traffic a little, that, or the fact that he had exclaimed that last bit out loud.

"Sshh! Mr. Shields, get back to work, or your pay is getting docked!" his middle aged, stout brunette of a boss scolded in a furious half whisper, half shout.

"Yes, Ma'am." Darien mumbled in embarrassment and anger. How dare She scold Him. Oh, yes, that's what he had been musing on.

Once again getting lost in his flashback, our young man got together a cart with drinks, completely forgetting the short blonde girl's request of a soda, so lost was he in his own miserable past.

Anyway, after pulling an all nighter with that Ann girl, he passed out around four. Having exerted himself so deeply in his, er, Studies, he was far beyond the realm of the living to hear a lowly telephone ringing.

"Yes?" Ann answered the phone in a husky, sleep laden voice.

"No. This is Darien Shield's dorm room."

"Do you want to leave a message?"

Leaving a message was unnecessary. He could hear the wails of anger, outrage, distress, and sadness, (Along with a fair string of curses he NEVER knew she knew) just fine. Darien was by now sitting up trying to get the phone, as Ann held it away from her ear.

"Serena, Serena! Calm down; it's okay, it's not what it sounds like! I Swear."

"Okay, then. What does a woman answering the phone at 10 in the morning on a Saturday, in a BOYS' dormitory, sound like to you!" the distraught girl howled.

Uh. Maybe she wasn't as naïve as he thought. Or as stupid. Quickly coming up with a plausible story, he stuttered out, "Well, you see, ah, Ann here was helping me study for my, uhm, Psyche test for Monday. Yeah, and we were working so long, it was midnight before we knew it. And her apartment is across town, Hey! OW!" Darien exclaimed suddenly, having been whacked in the back of the head with a hard pillow by the pissed girl sitting next to him. "I mean, aw, anyway, and the buses had stopped running, and it was so late I told her she could just crash here. Ha, ha."

There was silence for about five seconds, and then Serena whispered in a hoarse voice from crying, "Darien, you are the biggest liar I have ever met. I never want to see your face again. And I hope your hussy leaves you after kicking you in the groin for your lies." Then the line went dead before he could try and defend himself further.

He stared at the phone in his hand in shock for a minute. He really had been wrong about her. Then…

'God, I still have the bruise, down there, from when Ann went berserk on me.' She refused to listen to his feeble attempts at an excuse. Darien had never said anything about a girlfriend. Never had any photo's to tip off any of his female prospects. The closest he had ever come to telling anyone of his new buddies or classmates that he already was going with anyone was there had been this teeny-bopper with a giant crush on him. He never told anyone the letters he sent every once in a while were to a girl, just to his family, or friends.

Suffice it to say, Serena got her wish-Ann got extremely violent on his ass, along with a vocal flogging to rival that of Serena's. Soon after, he was caught buying answers to an assignment, and attempting to cheat on his finals. Harvard revoked his scholarship, and kicked him out. To ashamed to return home and face his friends, and afraid to inadvertently bump into the scouts, he sought employment by an airline company. He had been working as a steward for the last year-thus bringing us to our present situation.

"Shields! Get your butt moving, and start serving those refreshments! We don't pay you to sit and day dream. Also, when a client asks for a drink, I expect you to give it to them promptly-not completely ignore them for twenty minutes! Ms. Summers in row ten, seat four has been asking where her drink was. Now, get back to work." And Ms Ivy, the middle aged brunette, stalked off to work in her own area before he could reply.

Sighing, he quickly fetched the Pepsi, and brought it the 'Ms Summers.'

"Here you are, Ms. A Pepsi." Darien said, handing her the pop in an attempted courtly manner.

"I'm sorry to be a pain, but I asked for Ice, thank you." And turning to the older gentleman dozing beside her, she nudged him, saying "Giles. Giles?"

Waking from his comfortable slumber, he said a bit blearily, "Huh? Oh, yes, yes, what is it?"

"Giles, would you like something to drink?"

"Oh, yes. Hot Tea, if you please." The old man requested with a hopeful sigh.

"I'm sorry sir. We have no tea on this flight. We have Soda, Coffee, and alcoholic beverages."

"Oh, alright. You have alcohol, but no tea? What is the world becoming? Becoming a world of barbarians, that's what. I'll just have a coffee, then." The grumbling British man concluded.

"So, that's a glass of ice, and a coffee, then?" At the passengers' nods, he hurried to finish the task.

"It's okay, we should be there in a couple of hours." The Summers' girl comforted Giles, Darien heard, as he walked off.

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