Jealousy

Serena kept her eyes closed and waited for the pain to dull into a soft throbbing before opening them again. The combination of bashing her body into a solid barrier, along with its foreign energy forcing its way into her body was almost too much for her to handle. It hurt!

She could hear Jadeite fighting for her, guarding her like a wolf protects her cubs, and she prayed that he could hold on for just a few minutes more.

Serena could feel the energy of a thousand souls coursing through her body, increasing her strength almost tenfold. There were voices inside her head, all crying for justice. 'These are the souls of people who had lost their lives to this new evil. They were innocents!' Serena thought, outraged. Innocent people who had no claim to this war. Innocent people who had friends, families, lovers. Innocent people who demanded she deliver justice to the evil persons who would dare murder in cold blood.

The voices in her head seemed to shout and yell in a never ending chant. Deliver us from this place, give us the justice we chase." The chant repeated itself in Serena's head over and over again, increasing in volume until it became nearly unbearable. Then there was silence, and a soft encouraging voice whispered to her.

"Wake up." the soft serene voice demanded. Her mother. Queen Serenity of the Moon Kingdom. "Wake up and fight!"

Serena's eyes flew open and she let out a startled gasp when she saw Jadeite bloody face peer down into her own. "Jesus Jadeite, you scared the crap out of me!" she gasped.

Jadeite grinned and held out a hand, "That's not very lady like, my Princess." he pointed out as he pulled her to her feet, then supported her when her legs were unable to. "Come, Princess, we have some work to finish before we can rest."

Serena nodded and fought to steady herself, "You're right Jadeite, as usual." She calmed herself and waited until she was sure she could support herself before she pulled away from Jadeite strong arms. "You go bring the car, that'll be faster." she commanded him.

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Darien froze and watched as each and everyone of the scouts in his apartment closed their eyes and tensed up. His eyes widened when he could 'see' their energies leave their bodies and leave his apartment. Something was happening, that was for sure. He stood up and walked over to Amy, who had her face still stuck in her books and gave her a gentle shake. "Amy? Wake up!" he demanded, and when that didn't work he walked over to Leta and shook her. No response. Having repeated the proceedure on all the scouts, all reacting the same he came to one conclusion. Serena needed them.

"Ladies something is wrong, we need to get you somewhere safe." he spoke firmly and picked up the keys to his car. He made it to the front door before he felt energy rush at him. He froze, his hand on the door as he reunited himself with the rest of his planet once again. The barrier was gone and he could once again feel everything he once could.

He could feel Serena, she was in pain, and his General, Jadeite, was fighting powerful Youma's. He needed to go to his Princess, but he needed to see to the safety of Joan and Rachel first. Something, some sort of energy was pushing him to see to the protection of the women. Something or someone was coming for them.

Darien opened the doors and allowed the Generals to go ahead of him, as they insisted upon. He left the scouts behind and motioned for the ladies to follow him. Rachel followed immediately, but Joan was more slow to follow. She sensed something was wrong, and was uncomfortable in the presence of so many men.

Darien gently took a hold of Joan's hand and firmly tugged her forward to follow him. Never letting go of her hand, he followed the Generals down the many floors of his apartment building to the main floor. He tossed the keys to Nephrite, "Get my car." he commanded and led the small group outside.

Joan felt uneasy. She knew part of the reason was all of the men, but she could sense that they were good men. Something else was bothering her, and she had a nagging, most horrible thought that she knew what it was. Simon. He was here, he was watching her, he was coming for her. She watched as an old beat up truck swerve into the fire lane beside the apartment. The drivers' side door opened and a tall, muscular man slowly stepped outside.

He was well dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button up dress shirt, although it was un-tucked. His hair was freshly cut and styled into his favourite spiky hair style. His strong proud jaw was freshly shaven' and his face was as handsome as it ever was. His eyes, black and cold, were the only thing that changed. They were demented, angry, horrifying and they brought instant fear into Joan's eyes.

In each hand was a pistol. Both were pointed at her.

"No!" she yelled out and reached for her own gun at her side, but it was too late, two shots rang out. She closed her eyes and waited for the stinging pain, but nothing came.

When she reopened her eyes she was shocked to see two very bloodies bodies standing in front of her, arms outstretched. Looking past them Joan saw two of the scout- the short blonde haired one and the long aquamarine haired one wrestling Simon to the ground.

Serena and Jadeite both glanced back at her and gave her shaky grins, "You all right, Joan?" Serena asked. Joan nodded, face pale, eyes once again haunted.

Serena looked to Jadeite and held out one hand while he held out another. At the same time the turned their hands over, palms facing up, and they opened their clenched fists. One shiny silver bullet rest in each hand.

"Close one Serena." Jadeite murmured tossing it to her.

"You didn't doubt me did you?" she taunted him with a brilliant smile.

Jadeite shook his head and turned his attention to the angry man eating pavement as Haruka shoved her foot in the bigger man's head. "I want time with him before I hand him over to you." he growled, not really giving her a choice. He walked towards the pitiful excuse of a man and picked him up with one hand.

Before the man could even start struggling, Jadeite teleported himself away from the city blocks to the top of Darien's apartment building. Then he let loose his rage. He punched Simon across the face and pushed him away from him.

"You can fight me, man to man. Or are you too afraid?" Jadeite taunted him, pulling off his uniform jacket and tossed it to the ground. He would destroy this man for what he did to Joan. No man had the right to hurt a woman so obviously weaker than ones self, no real man would. If there was one kind of person that Jadeite hated, it was a bully. And this Simon guy was the worst of the worst.

Simon picked himself off the ground and carefully swiped at the blood streaming from his nose. "You shouldn't stick your nose where it don't belong, son. Now I'll have to break yours." he growled.

Jadeite could see scene's of his old life unfolding before him. His father beating his mother because she didn't cook his favourite supper, or because she loved her children too much. His father favourite past time was beating his wife and children. Jadeite had killed his father on his thirteen birthday, it was the last time his father ever laid a finger on his mother.

Jadeite was walking home with a few of his friends after a secret surprise party at the school for him when he heard the screaming. Jadeite knew without a doubt that the scream was his mom and was running before his friends could stop him. He reached his house in seconds and he threw open the door. He froze in horror when he saw what his father was doing this time.

Jadeite's father had taken a kitchen steak knife and was carving into his mother's bare legs. She was screaming in pain and in fear, begging her husband to stop. He laughed and kissed her, telling her all the while that she was his and that he would always own her.

Jadeite lost it and in a loud bellow of rage attacked his father with his hunting dagger. How a thirteen year old boy could have possibly killed a man more than twice his size was a mystery to everyone, even him. But he never regretted it. He saved his mother's life and he gave his siblings a new life. And he vowed to never allow another man to hurt a woman.

Jadeite was jarred out of his memory when a solid fist connected with his jaw. Jadeite fell back but swung his fist up in retaliation for the punch, hitting the larger man square in the chin. He swung his fist back into Simon's handsome face and connected squarely with his jaw. Upon hearing an all too satisfying 'crunch' Jadeite kneed his enemy in the gut and pushed him towards the edge of the roof. With a quick kick to the back Simon fell onto the very edge of the forty story apartment building.

Jadeite grabbed the back of Simon's shirt and pushed the heavy body over the edge of the building and waited for Simon to look down. He could hear the screams of people at the bottom of the building, but decided not to listen.

"You shouldn't be a coward and a bully, because one day every bad thing you do, will come back to you ten fold. You raped and beat an innocent woman, you destroyed her confidence and left her maimed and broken. Now, what is ten times worse that that? Hmm, let me think." Jadeite snarled and watched as the buttons on Simon's shirt started to pop off. Simon started crying and whimpering, begging Jadeite not to kill him.

"Jadeite release him." Darien growled, barely five feet away from the young, bloody warrior.

Jadeite looked back to his prince, and found the whole group looking at him with mixtures of horror on their faces. "He doesn't deserve to live, my Lord." he growled and returned his piercing gaze to the coward hanging from Jadeite's hand. "His crimes against Joan Scott are too many to forgive."

"Stop!" Serena's commanding voice yelled out and he barely felt the feminine hand on his shoulder-it was no longer the soft silky skin it once was, but rather the rough callused hand of one who knew work. "Jadeite, you will not kill this man. You do not have the right to take one's life. That is not for you to decide." Serena spoke softly, but there was a hard, angry undertone that forced him to obey her.

Unwillingly, he lifted the older man back onto the roof and shoved him to the hard, cold cement with a little more force than what was actually needed. Jadeite forced him angry down deep inside of him, saved for another time and looked up at down at his Princess. "As you wish, you're Majesty." he murmured, and stared submissively at his feet.

Serena sighed and shook her head, "Come Jadeite, you have a family to be reunited with. I'll take care of him." she promised.

Jadeite glanced back up into the deep blue depths of her eyes, surprised by the hard, cold anger that she found deep within them. "Princess? Are you sure?"

Serena nodded once and with a jerk of her head she sent him away. And with a single motion of her hand, she and Simon disappeared.

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Darien silently swore and closed his eyes to try and regain control of his simmering anger. From what he could see, Serena and Jadeite did have a close relationship, and there was no mistaking the look of worship in Jadeite's young eyes. He had barely stepped within touching distance of Serena before she left again, without a single glance in his direction. Something was going on, and he sure as hell didn't like it.

Darien's cold eyes were trained on Jadeite as he submissively walked over to stand in front of his Prince. He bowed stiffly, as if he was still angry about being stopped. Darien was surprised when Kunzite reached in front of Darien and grabbed Jadeite by the front of his bloody shirt and forced him to the ground.

"When you bow to your Prince, you will do so respectively, not half assed." Kunzite snarled angrily, glaring down into the younger boys' back. Jadeite never made a sound, he complied with Kunzite's angry command however and dropped down to his knees.

"I apologise, My Lord. Please forgive me." he murmured softly.

Darien felt a small twinge of sympathy for the young warrior, he sure wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of Kunzite's anger. "There is nothing to forgive, Jadeite. C'mon, we'd better get you cleaned up and fed. There is much to discuss." Darien replied, keeping his thoughts in check.

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A/N: Ok, I know its kind of short, but oh well. I'll try to do more next time. I hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to review!