Okay, here is today's chapter. Things are definitely picking up, so don't leave now.
I'd also like to thank everyone who reviewed. There were some good ideas in the reviews that will show up in future chapters.
That's really all I have to say for now except the recognizable stuff in this fic aren't mine...yet...:sees lawyers: and...will only be mine if I get rich and buy the rights to them...or something like that...but until that day, they're not mine...
"Haruka, slow down. Setsuna's flight was delayed till tomorrow," Michiru said as they drove down the road towards Tokyo.
"I know that," the blonde replied, shifting gears. The yellow sports car picked up speed. "But we won't be able to check into a decent hotel."
"Driving this fast will get us checked into the hospital," Michiru returned sharply.
Haruka sighed, but did as Michiru requested. "Sorry," she said. They continued the drive in silence, Hotaru sitting in the backseat remembering the first time she had ridden in the yellow sports car. She and Chibi-usa had been leaving the hospital when Haruka had pulled up and offered them a ride.
"You all right Hotaru?" Haruka asked, looking at the young teen in the rearview mirror. A slightly concerned smile was on her face.
"Yeah. Just remembering the first time I was in this car with Chibi-usa," she said.
"I remember that," Haruka said, her focus shifting to the road. Her eyes widened. "Hold on!" she cried as she swerved to avoid hitting a fallen tree branch. The tires skidded on the slick road and sent the car careening into a brick fence.
Haruka opened her eyes and looked over at Michiru. She looked to be fine, merely knocked out from the force of the crash. Haruka strained to look in the back seat and was relieved to see that Hotaru was fine as well. Hotaru had ducked down into the seat to avoid glass and debris. Before Haruka could say anything, darkness overtook her and she slumped forward, her body pressing the horn down.
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Sam frowned at the sound of a constant blaring and walked to the window. She looked down and saw smoke rising from outside the stonewall. Realizing what had happened, she ran down stairs, pausing only long enough to slip her shoes on. She ran out to the front gate and saw three women, two older ones and a younger one, unconscious in a yellow sports car.
Sam quickly checked their pulses and made sure none of them were critically injured. She ran back inside the grounds and returned a moment later in an old but well maintained truck. After bracing their necks, she carefully lifted them into the truck bed. She then attached the broken sports car to the pick up truck with several cables. She got into the truck and carefully made her way back to the house.
Parking the truck, she leapt out and carried the three passengers inside. Doing a more thorough examination, she was relieved to find that none of them had any serious injuries. Sighing her relief, Sam took the three strangers up to one of the guest rooms and began bandaging their wounds. Once that was done, she went back outside to the shattered sports car and towed it behind the house.
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Haruka slowly woke up, a dull ache in her head. She opened her eyes and pushed herself up, ignoring the faint aches and pains. She looked around the strange room. White sheets covered most of the furnishings as if they had not been used in a long time. A set of glass doors led outside to a balcony.
"Haruka-papa!" Hotaru exclaimed happily. She rushed over to the bed and carefully hugged the older woman.
"You all right?" Haruka asked.
Hotaru nodded. "I'm fine. Just some minor bruises and cuts."
"How did we get here?" Michiru asked, sitting up as she held her head.
"The owner of this house brought us here," Hotaru explained.
"Where's the owner now?" Haruka demanded.
"Outside in the back I think."
"How long have we been out?" Michiru asked.
"Almost a day," Hotaru answered.
"We should go thank the owner," Michiru suggested.
Haruka nodded and the trio slowly made their way out of the room and down the steps to the first floor. They were amazed at the beauty of the house, though much of the furnishings were wrapped in white sheets. They walked through the large great hall and entered a decent sized kitchen that also held a family sized table near some windows. Next to the windows was a door leading to the back.
Michiru opened the door and they walked outside. Their eyes widened at how large the backyard was. Off to the right side was a regulation size racetrack that looked to be well maintained. In the middle of the track loop was a small area for a dirt bike. Near the two racetracks was a large building that they assumed house the vehicles used.
On the left side there was a decent size pool and a sunbathing area. Next to the large back patio there was a ten-foot by ten-foot Zen rock garden. Several feet away from the rock garden was a large garden area, a small waterfall cut into the hill on the left side of the house. It ran into a small creek that ran down into the forest.
"Amazing," Haruka whispered, her eyes drawn back to the racetrack.
"There," Michiru pointed. Haruka turned and saw a short blonde haired woman sitting on one of the rocks in the Zen garden. She was wearing a pair of loose black pants and a white martial arts jacket.
"Should we disturb her?" Hotaru whispered.
"Disturb away," the woman said. The trio walked over. "Glad to see you're all okay," she said.
"Why didn't you call for an ambulance for us?" Haruka asked.
The woman shrugged, a faint blush in her cheeks. "I actually don't know the number for an ambulance. I just moved here from the States." She rose to her feet and easily leapt out of the garden. "I'm Samantha Carter…or would it be Carter Samantha?"
The three smiled, taking an instant liking to Sam. "Either way," Haruka said. "I'm Tenoh Haruka. This is Kaioh Michiru and Tomoe Hotaru," she introduced.
"Nice to meet you all," Sam said. "I was just about to get something to eat. Care to join me?" she asked. They nodded and headed back inside.
"How can you afford this place?" Hotaru wondered aloud.
"It actually belonged to my aunt and uncle before they died. They were really well off and left me a nice sum of money as well as this house. Some…issues," Sam said, a small note of sadness in her voice, "came up back in the States and I need some time away to think things over."
"But you're only what? Nineteen? Twenty?" Michiru asked.
"About nineteen and a half," Sam said. "I've had a hard life in that time." She began rummaging through the kitchen, finally pulling out a package of chicken fried rice. "Sorry I don't have anything better," she said.
Haruka shook her head. "That's fine." She began opening cabinet doors and found the plates. She pulled four out while Michiru grabbed the silverware and Hotaru pulled out four glasses.
"Thanks," Sam said. "But you guys really don't have to do that."
"We owe you one," Haruka said.
"Helping someone in need doesn't mean you owe them," Sam said.
"Still, we do thank you for what you did," Michiru said.
Sam nodded and put the frozen package of food in the microwave. She hit the button for five minutes and leaned against the counter. "I don't know where you guys are heading, but I can give you a lift into Tokyo if you need it. You're also more than welcome to stay here," Sam said.
"We don't want to impose," Haruka said.
Sam shook her head. "You're not. It's actually nice having some company." She suddenly grinned. "I was thinking about getting a dog or something, but they can't really talk," she said.
The three hid their smiles, thinking of Luna and Artemisu, the two talking cats that lived with two of their friends. "We might take you up on that offer about a ride into the city," Haruka said.
Sam nodded when the backdoor suddenly blew open. Sam frowned and walked to the door. "That's weird," she muttered.
Haruka's eyes narrowed. "Something's coming," she whispered to Michiru and Hotaru. They each gripped a strange pen in their pockets.
"Who is that?" Hotaru asked, looking out the window. A lone figure was coming closer to the house, some type of walking stick in hand.
Sam's heart began thudding rapidly. She could barely make out the robe the person wore, but when she did, her blood turned to ice. She grabbed a sharp knife and walked outside, wishing she had a gun or grenade.
"Something's not right here. That person…they have a strange aura about them," Hotaru said.
"Is she crazy?" Michiru asked. Haruka shrugged but motioned for them to follow her. They slipped outside and hid behind a potted plant. They quietly watched the exchange between Sam and the figure.
Sam halted just in front of the end of the patio and gripped the knife tightly. "You're trespassing!" she told the figure.
"Hallowed are the Ori," the figure said, coming to a halt five meters away from Sam. "All will bow to the might of the Ori. Those that do not shall die. Will you accept Origin into your heart?"
Sam slowly turned the knife in her hand so that she gripped it by the blade. "Never," she said. "This is your last chance. Get the hell of my land."
"This world belongs to the Ori. Those who refuse the Ori will die," the Prior said. He lifted his hand and Sam rose several feet into the air. She grunted in pain, the knife slipping from her hand. Sam focused on her breathing, trying hard not to pass out.
A rock suddenly struck the Prior. "Leave her alone!" Hotaru ordered.
"Run!" Sam cried.
"We have no choice," Michiru said calmly.
"I agree," Haruka said. The three pulled out their transformation pens and lifted them to the sky. "Uranus Crystal Power! Make UP!"
"Neptune Crystal Power! Make UP!" Michiru yelled.
"Saturn Crystal Power!" Make UP!" Hotaru shouted.
Sam's eyes widened. "No way…they're just like Setsuna…" she whispered.
"Let her go!" Uranus ordered.
The Prior slammed his staff down on the ground. A shockwave rushed towards the three Outer Senshi, but they leapt aside. "You had your chance," Saturn said.
"Deep Submerge!" Neptune yelled. The attack slammed into the Prior. He fell back to the ground, dropping Sam from his grip as well.
Uranus leapt forward and caught Sam. "Get out of here!" the blonde Senshi ordered. Sam headed back for the house; stopping once she reached the doorway.
The Prior rose to his feet and glared at the Senshi. "Hallowed are the Ori," he said, gripping his staff.
"World Shaking!" Uranus cried, slamming her fist into the ground. The attack struck the Prior, knocking him back several feet.
"Silence Glaive!" Saturn yelled.
"World Shaking!"
"Deep Submerge!"
The three attacks combined and crashed into the Prior. He fell to his knees. He looked up at the Senshi. "All who do not bow to the Ori will die," he said. He suddenly burst into flames, leaving no trace of himself behind.
"Looks like we do have a new enemy," Saturn said.
"We need to tell the others immediately," Neptune agreed.
"Who the hell are you people?" Sam demanded.
"It's imperative that you keep this secret until the day you die," Uranus began.
"No worries there," Sam said. "I'm pretty good at keeping a secret." Uranus nodded and the three turned back into their alternate identities.
"We should go inside," Haruka suggested. Sam nodded and they walked into the house, the microwave beeping that it was done cooking the package of chicken fried rice.
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A figure in black turned at the approach of footsteps. Smoke rose from several lava vents scattered through the chamber. "Report," the figure ordered, his voice slightly distorted and sonorous.
"My lord, one of the Priors sent out has been killed," the messenger said.
"Killed by whom?"
"Three women identified as the Sailor Senshi."
"Then they are most likely preparing for us," the figure mused. "Begin the operation immediately. The main forces of the Ori are coming. We must prepare their way for when they reach Earth."
"It shall be done Lord Anubis," the messenger said and left.
What's this? Anubis is back? How is this possible? What does it mean? Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out. Until then, review! (I told you there would be twists in this fic!)