Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon and it belongs to Naoko Takeuchi and her subsidiaries.

The morning light streamed through Serena's open window right into her eyes and it woke her up groggily. She sat up with a jolt as she remembered the fairy. She looked around her room for traces of the night before and her eyes landed on her empty laundry basket. The was a splash of blue sparkles on the side and a kind of dust on the dirty cloths around her room.

"I guess I have to do my laundry to find my true love?" and she giggled at the thought but proceeded to gather up the dirty laundry and take it down stairs to the laundry room. On her way she ran into her mother, literally.

"Oh Serena dear, you're sure up early, and doing your laundry to boot! Well sweetie, I'm afraid that the washing machine broke this morning when Sammy accidentally washed his soccer cleats with his uniform." she smiled patronizingly. "I was hoping you'd take the family's dirty laundry to the laundry mat today. I have to run errands, your father's at work, and Sammy has soccer practice. We need to finish packing for our trip next week so it has to get done as soon as possible."

Serena looked askance at her mother before nodding assent. 'This had better be worth it Miss Fairy. If I have to see my dad's dirty boxers for nothing, then you're in for a kick in the butt.' she thought uncharitably. Her mother bustled into her room, only to return with a HUGE pile of dirty cloths. Serena smiled weakly, but that faded as her mother came out with another pile.

"Thank you so much sweetie." she said exuberantly. "Try to be home for dinner. See you later." her mother disappeared into the bathroom to get ready and Serena stared woefully at the messy cloths she was in charge of. Well a trip to the launderers never hurt anybody. Only minutes later she was waving good-bye to her mom as she drove off when she realized she had no way of getting the cloths to and from the laundry mat. As she began to make a mental list of friends who had cars who could be wrangled into her mission, the phone rang. Walking into the kitchen, she was struck with a plan of genius, and hurried to get the phone call over with.

"Hello? Tsukino residence, may I help you?" she asked politely. A telemarketers began to crow about his great product and as Serena was to polite to hang up, she left the whining voice on the counter and bounded into her room to find her address book. The man's whiny voice followed her untill the door slammed shut.

"Now where is my book? I know I have his number in her somewhere." she pouted. Her certain friend owed her big for the last time she saved him from the teenyboppers who belonged his fan club. She would make him help, if it took all the whining she had in her. "Transportation here you come!" she cried as she found her address book. Dialing the number was the hard part. The telemarketer was still on the line and even though he was between her and her mission she couldn't just hang up on him, so Serena went the cute little girl path.

"Hullo? Sir? My mummy and daddy aren't home wight now. Can I haf a cookie?" though the voice was sugary sweet, it also happened to grind the ears of any grown man into jello. He quickly stammered a goodbye and hung up. Score one point for crybabies around the world. Serena ran downstairs to hang up the kitchen line and dialed Andrew's number as quickly as she was able to. It rang a few times more then once, making her jittery. Suppose he wasn't home or Rita answered the phone? Maybe he was working or he could-

"Hello? Furuhata residence, can I help you?" a familiar voice rang out. Serena squealed in delight, almost breaking Andrew's eardrum. "Serena? Is that you?"

"I'm sorry Andrew! I didn't mean to squeal." she gushed, "I need to call in a favor ok?"

"Oh? Exactly what do you need?" he asked warily.

"I need your car" she said hastily.

"Absolutely not. I love my car and you will never drive it Serena." he bleated. Serena stared to laugh into the mouth piece, finally falling onto the floor.

"I don't want to drive it dummy! I need you to drive me and some 'stuff' somewhere" were the suspicious words that followed the hastily smothered laugh. Andrews reluctance could almost be heard over the phone. "Please? Andrew?"

"Alright Serena. Where am I chauffeuring you and what 'stuff' will I be transporting?" he asked guardedly. Serena debated telling exactly how much laundry she had but decided to break it to him when he showed up and couldn't back out of it.

"I need a ride to and from the laundry mat Andrew. I have a few loads to do and can't carry them all the way downtown and back home by walking." They quickly decided on all the times and how much Serena owed him for this and all she had to do now was wait. And who was to say she couldn't east while she ate? After gather her own laundry in the foyer, she basically inhaled 3 sandwiches and a glass of somewhat iffy milk. Just as she rinsed out the cup a horn could be heard honking outside. She jumped in fright, dropping the cup. As if in slow motion, it spiraled down to the tiled floor shattering on impact.

Andrew realized the horn wasn't going to get her attention and got out of the car to ring the doorbell. On his way up the gravel walk he heard a scream unlike Serena's usual frightened ones and ran into the house as fast as he could. Upon entering, he heard a shocked whimper coming from the right doorway and followed his ears to the kitchen. Serena was sitting on the kitchen floor covered in blood. There was a huge gash on her thigh, which she was unsuccessfully trying to stop from bleeding. Andrew saw the shattered glass and many smaller cuts oozing blood.

There was a nasty looking one over her eye and another badly bleeding one on her chest. Quickly summing up the situation she saw him crunch over the glass to her side, grabbing a dish towel and the phone as he went. Andrew began to dial her phone when he suddenly hung up. He staunched the leg would with the towel and scooped up the girl who was close enough to him to be his little sister and took her to his car. Serena wondered why he hadn't called 911. As she looked back on the shards of glass, she could she a splash of blue sparkles on them. Looking down she saw an identical sparkle almost woven into her blood.

'My getting hurt has to do with my true love? When I wished for this I didn't know it would be so hard' she yelled at the fairy with her mind hoping she would be heard.

She felt herself being eased onto the backseat of a car smelling of chocolate and coffee. It struck her as odd. Andrew didn't drink coffee did he? And chocolate? She had never known him to be a big chocolate fan. The smooth leather seats of the car also seemed different. Andrew's car was old and had torn cloth seats. These were stylish and brand new. She could see the ceiling of the car from her view point and noticed a strange pattern draw onto the expensive felt. If only her eyes were less cloudy she could make it out. The beautiful design was brought sharply into focus, making it easy to see what was drawn in a red Sharpe, right before she passed out.

Well, here is the next installment of my story. Hope you enjoy it! I will try to post A.S.A.P. but no promises. :( Any questions, you know the drill. Talk to you all later. Tootles!