A.N. Hey everyone! Here's the new chappy of Finally. Thanks for the reviews, I appreciate them all! Enjoy!

Quote: "When you have to cope with a lot of problems, you're either going to sink or you're going to swim." – Tom Cruise (A.N. I chose to swim!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its characters, REPEAT I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its characters. They all belong to Naoko Takeuchi, DiC, and many other large companies. Oh, and I don't own the hotel that I'm using in this story. It's from the Cutler Series from the books of V.C. Andrews. Don't sue me!

Title: Finally

Chapter: Two

Author: Icess

"Serena, you've been working here for over two months now, why don't you take a week off and spend time with your son, I bet he misses you everyday." Darien said, standing in front of Serena's squeaky-clean desk (A.N. Very un-Serena like! HeHe.) and watched her type busily on her computer.

"Mr. Sirois, you know that I can't do that. Then who is gonna be here to keep you in line?" Serena teased. She looked up at him through her lashes and blushed slightly. He was looking at her like that again. He'd been doing that all week. It was nerve racking.

"Serena, you are going to take a vacation if I have to have your friends Lita and Raye come in here and drag you away kicking and screaming. You work non-stop, don't you ever take a break?" He asked.

"I don't need one. I like working."

"WHAT? That's crazy, how can anyone actually LIKE to work?"

"Well, when you've had things handed to you on a silver platter for all of your life, I guess that you kind of get tired of it." She replied, typing away on the appointments that she had booked for Darien for the rest of the week. She really was going to take a few days off and spend time with Conor in Cape Cod. He loved the ocean, and then, maybe they would head up to Maine and go to Bar Harbor and Camden.

"Serena, don't you ever speak to your parents? I know that they own a huge airplane company. Didn't they just sell a classy 747 to France or something?"

"Yeah, or something. I haven't spoken to them since I had Conor. They refuse to talk to me." She shut down her computer and grabbed her purse from the drawer that was hanging open in her desk. "I'm going home now Mr. Sirois. Conor and I have a long drive to Cape Cod, I decided to take your advice after all," She said when she saw his surprised glance at her. "Conor loves to look at the sail boats and lobster boats all day."

"Really? I have a beach house down there. Why don't I meet you guys down there?" Darien asked, hopefully.

"Well, I don't know. I don't want to impose on you or anything. Conor can be a handful. We'll probably just stay there a couple days and then head on up to Maine, my friend Ami lives up there." She said, not really wanting to turn him down.

"Oh, ok. If you happen to change your mind though, give me a call. You know my phone number." He smiled slightly and walked away.

"Idiot! You should have said yes." She quietly berated herself.

"Mommy, are we there yet? I need to go potty! I really, really have to go!" Conor whined. Managing to look adorable and aggravated at the same time.

"Just a couple more minutes sweetie. The hotel is just ahead of us." Serena said in a singsong voice, pointing to the sign that said Cutler's Cove. The hotel looked majestic with its stone walkways and beautiful gardens. After Serena and Conor had been shown to their rather expensive looking room, Conor made a b-line for the bathroom. She laughed lightly and went out onto the balcony to check out the scenery. What she saw made her heart leap in her throat.

'It's beautiful.' She said, remembering all the time that she and her family had spent up here, her eyes clouded with tears.

"Why are you crying Mommy?"

Serena started at Conor's voice and smiled down at him, ruffling his blonde curls. "No reason, honey. I just haven't been here in a long time. Isn't it beautiful?"

Conor nodded, still not sure if his mother was all right.

The phone on the bedside table began to ring frantically and Conor ran to get it. "Hello?" He asked the person on the other line. "Who is this?" He paused momentarily and looked up at his mother. "Oh!" He laughed and handed the phone to her.

Serena walked over to him and took the phone. Holding the phone to her ear, she watched Conor walk out onto the balcony and watched the waves hit the shore. Once she made sure that he wasn't going to fall over the railing, she spoke into the phone. "Hello? Oh, hi Mr. Sirois, how'd you know where we were staying?"

"I was taking a walk on the beach and saw you and your son out on the balcony. Isn't the view beautiful?"

"Yes, it is. But that's weird; I didn't see anyone walking on the beach."

"Well, I was, and I saw you. How about dinner tonight? I'll cook. You can bring Conor over and we'll watch Disney movies with him all night."

She gasped, surprised. 'Why would he want to have dinner with me? And with Conor along for that matter?' She then remembered that she was on the phone with Darien and spoke up. "I don't think that would be a very good idea, Mr. Sirois. We've had a long trip and Conor and I just want to rest tonight, and we'll have fun tomorrow." She said; knowing that Darien was disappointed.

"OK. Then how about the three of us go sailing tomorrow afternoon? I'm not going to give up Serena. You might as well say yes. You said that Conor loves the boats, so we can take him out on mine tomorrow. I promise that I'm a good sailor." He pleaded.

"Fine, but just this once. We'll meet you out on the docks at noon tomorrow. Capeesh?" She told him, forgetting to mention that she was scared of the water and could get extremely seasick.

"Great. Tomorrow at noon. Oh, and you might want to keep an eye on your son, he's trying to get over the railing." He said and hung the phone up.

Serena looked out at the balcony and as Darien had said, Conor was trying to get over the railing. "Conor!"

A.N. How'd you like this chapter? I know, I know! Too short. I haven't had much time to work on any of my stories lately. I've been working a lot; it takes quite a bit out of me. Leaving me deprived of ideas! Wah! Anywho, stay tuned for more chapters from Finally, Moving On, and Look Out! Icess

Written On: July 21, 2002

Revamped On: August 15, 2005