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SAILOR MOON ETERNAL

"The 6th Season of the Sailor Moon Saga"

By Haruka Kou

Chapter 9: The Treaty Borne of Love

The yellow Ferrari comes to a screeching halt in front a mansion oh so familiar to it, the sedan pulling up behind it. Stepping out, Alex smiles to herself as the wind gently whips against her face.

That fool man can talk! She shakes her head as she hears the car door slam from the other side of the vehicle, but somehow not feeling as annoyed by it as she was yesterday.

I guess I'm getting used to him, she concludes. Then with a twist of her lip, she considers that scary thought that just went through her mind.

I certainly hope not. She strides through the door that the silent butler whisks open for her with Sayer and Robin close at her heels.

How strangely out of place she looked in the midst of all the elegance and splendor of the mansion as she stands there in her oil-stained machine shop overalls. But to the lady of the house she was the most beautiful sight in the world.

"Amara!" Michelle's sweet voice rings through the mansion as she races down the spiral staircase like a child, not giving a single thought to her gown or her high heels.

"More and more amazing you are." Alex hears Robin whisper in awe of both mansion and mistress and for once she agrees. Seeing her once again, Alex opens her mind to Michelle, all of the emotions and feelings rushing to her.

How could I ever have thought I could turn away? Alex wonders, realizing that she could not, for Michelle was the other half of her soul - her better half - and no matter who came into their lives, they would always still be soulmates. The only difference now was that Michelle had invited someone else in too.

Maybe not taking my place in her heart, but claiming a new part for his own. I guess I can live with that. Alex thinks as Michelle rushes to hug her first, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she runs to her. Just about to embrace, Alex stops her, holding back her bare forearms smiling.

"I'm all greasy, Michelle, you'll get your beautiful dress -" she protests, not wanting to ruin that gorgeous gown, but Michelle doesn't care one wit as she breaks free of Alex's grip and throws her arms around her, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Amara, I am so sorry for all those things I said. They're not true, none of it. Can you ever forgive me?" Michelle sobs onto Alex's shoulder. Alex squeezes her tightly, feeling the tears stinging her own eyes.

Burying her head in Michelle's flowing teal hair, she whispers in her ear: "Shh, shh. It wasn't you, it was me not hearing." Then looking up into Michelle's ocean blue eyes she says, "How can I deny you anything you want so badly, even if it's a little shrimp like that?" Alex jibes at Robin once again, who holds his quick tongue for Michelle's sake. Smiling joyfully, Michelle beams at Robin, then back at Alex, now the two most important people in her life. Happiness filling her soul, she tugs on Alex's arm.

"Come on. Let's get you dressed!" Michelle drags her up the stairs, dodging the array of bridesmaids that were watching the scene in curiosity.

Not wanting to interrupt the touching moment, Terry stood watching from the doorway all the while. But now entering the vast front hall, he gazes up at the girls all in their fancy dresses. Seeing his two brothers rudely ignoring them as the two of their gazes follow Michelle and Alex's departure up the stairs, both smiling at the tender exchange. Terry, ever the gentleman, goes to compliment the feminine hearts sent aflutter.

"You all look very -" But a vision of beauty halts him in mid-sentence. Susan prepares to join her fellow bridesmaids at the top of the spiral staircase, feeling a little bit frightened, knowing who would be waiting downstairs below.

What should I do? How do I act towards him? I love him. I love him terribly, but I cannot... These thoughts were foremost in her mind as she gracefully glides to the top of the stairs. Looking down, she feels her heart skip a beat.

How handsome he is in that grey suit! She can't help but admire. Then suddenly her eyes lock within his violet ones and she feels all the uncertainty of the night before fading away.

Today is different. Today is special. I can be myself - if just for today, she thinks as she moves down the stairs, drawn to him, the magical wonderment of this day of all days, allowing her to believe that she could leave behind her duty, her bound soul, to be happy - if only for one day.

"- breathtaking." Finishing his previously begun sentence supposedly directed at the now disappointed bridesmaids arrayed on the spiral staircase, and transposing it to focus on one dress designer as she floats to him as if in a dream, Terry loses himself in her beauty as he reaches out to touch her cheek when she reaches him. Only at the last second does he remember his place and her silence towards him just this morning.

"Please do." Susan whispers, her smile lighting a fire in his soul. His hand still hanging in the air, she gingerly takes it, pressing it to her cheek and he tenderly caresses it as she blushes. She then closes her eyes, pressing against it, feeling such bliss from his simple touch.

Excitedly watching the scene in shock, a wide-eyed Rei finally breaks the silence.

"Did you see that!" Disapprovingly again, Rei whispers, drawing her own conclusions from Michelle's rumored hearsay.

"Wow," is all that Mina can utter, (and usually Mina could utter a lot more!). Then cementing their suspicions even more, Terry lifts Susan's left hand to his mouth, brushing the top with his lips like a proper gentleman, then turning it, he kisses her palm with something a little less proper in his kiss.

"Right in front of everyone!" Rei's whisper becomes nearly rabid, her eyes flashing.

"Terry's a romantic, isn't he?" Lita says, dreamily, as Amy nods, smilingly blushing.

"He sure is!" Rini says, quietly smiling from ear to ear, impressed, she herself a young girl with dreams of romance, remembering a certain young man who once kissed her hand (well on the top anyway).

"Is! Is!" Daria repeats, giggling at the funny scene that everyone seemed so interested in. Standing behind them all, unnoticed, a small girl dressed in pastel indigo, steams silently.

"Susan, you take my breath away," Terry says finally, breathily, after what seemed an eternity looking into her eyes. Blushing, Susan fights the instinct to turn away, feeling her heart caught in her throat.

What wonderful things he says! And when he says them, I believe him - I believe him with all my heart. Susan smiles shyly back up at him. "You look very handsome as well." Her voice was just above a whisper.

His eyes smiling, Terry gently squeezes the hand he still held. "Not nearly good enough for you, my Lady." Susan's eyes widen, her heart racing.

My Lady? He called me 'My Lady'. How beautiful! How gentlemanly! I only wish I really could be your - No! No more sad thoughts today. It's a joyous day and I intend to share in this happiness. Share it with you, Terry...My Lord.

Just thinking the words makes Susan blush even deeper, for she knew in imagining it she was giving him more than just a title, she was giving him rule over her heart. Even time could not control that.

The girls watch in interest as this touching tableau unfolds before them, each imagining themselves in a similar situation with their own dream man. They all sigh as one, making Sayer (who was also watching his brother and Susan, feeling quite pleased at what was happening between them) chuckle at their...their girlishness.

There's no other word for it, I guess, he shrugs. Girlishness is nice, I guess, but I'm leaning more towards...Sayer's thoughts trail off as one more girl just on the brink of womanhood takes her place at the top of the stairs, beaming such radiance she was almost too brilliant to look at with just the naked eye.

Ornate but still elegant, the flowing white wedding dress seemed to sparkle with light as she descends down the stairs, her long trained veil cascading down her perfect flawless white shoulders. Though despite all the diamond-studded jewels and lacen finery, underneath that flowery rosette veil was the same sweet smile, the same friendly warmth, the same incorruptible Serena all those gathered below had come to cherish and love.

Her shining radiance leaving the group speechless a good ten seconds, Sayer, as always, is the first to recover. Striding over to his beloved friend, he takes both her outstretched gloved hands in his, squeezing them tightly.

"Meatball..." he pauses, engulfed in her shine once again for a moment, feeling such happiness at her happiness and a bit of guyish pride welling up in his soul. Not finding the words to express his feelings, Sayer does what he does best - just say what you feel.

"You look like a star going supernova," he says none too plainly. But looking in his eyes, their bond so close now, closer than ever, Serena understands all he means to say, as he compares her to a stellar explosion that briefly outshines an entire galaxy, radiating as much energy as the Sun itself.

"And you still look like my favorite wandering shooting rogue star. I've always had a weakness for a man in a black tuxedo." She giggles that sweet giggle of hers as she dusts off his jacket lapel playfully, the two old friends flirting in intergalactic terms.

"Yeah, I know, that's why you're in this mess." He winks, his wicked sense of humor something Serena could always count on.

"Oh, are you here to rescue me then?" Serena's maturing wit not too dull herself anymore as she jokes with her close friend, giddily.

"Anytime," Sayer salutes at her a smile, but not with the longing he once had, for the emotions were not the same anymore.

"Well, before you do, let's fix that tie of yours," Serena tries to straighten that unforgiving tie as Sayer lifts his chin, though still looking into her crystal clear eyes. Not quite satisfied with it, but deciding it would just have to do, Serena finishes the tie, meeting his gaze again, feeling the brotherly affection and warmth from this dear dear friend.

As the rest of the gang soon forms around Serena, oohing and ahhhing over her designer dress, one more onlooker, who had been surveying the scene intently from the top of the stairs, did not envision the pair's exchange merely as friendly.

"Amara, what is it?" Michelle asks softly, not wanting to pry, but concerned about the sudden spike in her friend's tense emotions.

"Nothing, Michelle," she answers, though Michelle was not that easily fooled.

"Isn't she lovely?" Mrs. Hart who had also been watching from the top of the stairs asks with motherly pride.

"A beautiful bride," Michelle compliments sweetly.

"Yes, beautiful." Alex answers...I AM NOT JEALOUS! Her mind screams at the very idea. Why would I be jealous! I'm simply protective of the princess, that's all. I'm sure it's perfectly fine. It has absolutely nothing to do with HIM. But in her mind, Alex was still steaming, as she walks down the stairs, Michelle hanging clingingly on her arm.

"Michelle," Robin smiles dreamily up at her, as she, with a gentle squeeze, takes her leave from Alex, floating over to her new escort, leaning her head on his periwinkle and grey shoulder as she takes his arm.

Hearing Robin call Michelle's name, Sayer looks up from sweet Serena to find something now far more dazzling in his eyes, standing tense on the stairs glowering at him with a guarded gaze. Though she did not wear a fancy gown in comparison to Serena's sparkling white wedding dress, nor Michelle's glimmering gold and jewels, nor Susan's s sophisticated high-heeled stiletto shoes, to Sayer she was the most gorgeous woman in the room.

"Ally." He walks up to her smiling, feeling proud he would have Alex Sokova on his arm at the wedding, for now he would want no other.

"You look stunni-" he starts to say, though in his mind no adjective could describe what he was thinking of her.

"Save it, Star-man." She cuts him off, throwing her hands up in his face, then walking past him, leaving him standing on the steps in awe of not only her stunning beauty, but her indomitable will as well.

"Well don't all of you look wonderful?" Mr. Hart comes in through the front door smiling, his gaze then falling on his darling daughter in her beautiful wedding dress. Going to her, tears start to fill his eyes.

"My little girl," he almost whispers taking her hands in his. "I'm losing you today," he chokes out, trying hard not to cry.

"Oh, Daddy," Serena smiles, wrapping him up in a hug. "You'll never lose me," she whispers, tears in her eyes now as well. Mrs. Hart now comes up to join the scene. Putting her hand on her husband's shoulder, she taps on it gently.

"Now, Honey, we have to get going if we don't want to be late." Mr. Hart listens to his wife, parting from Serena with a kiss on the cheek. "Besides, it's my turn," Mrs. Hart pulls her daughter close.

"Mom," Serena whimpers, truly on the verge of tears.

"My first child to leave the nest," Mrs. Hart pulls back looking into Serena's eyes proudly, under the disillusionment that she had three more (Sammy and 2 pink future tricksters) to send off into the world.

But the first one is still the first. Courage, Irene, she thinks to herself, putting on a brave face. This is my dream too.

"Alright, everyone, let's make this happen." Mr. Hart says, clearing his throat, taking his wife's cue. "Ladies, the limousine is awaiting you," he makes a sweeping gesture towards the front door as with an excited giggle, Amy, Rei, Mina and Lita follow him out to the limo, the Sailor Team arm in arm.

"Everyone's so happy for me." Serena watches the girls' exuberant faces as they leave, giving her smiles or thumbs ups as they go, She then looks around at the remaining smiling faces gathered.

"More than happy. We're honored to share this moment with you." Terry flashes a quick smile at Serena, his gaze returning to Susan lovingly, who smiles back up shyly, nodding in agreement to his words.

"Yes, this is going to be a wonderful day!" Michelle clings even tighter to Robin, who smiles.

"Dar is one lucky man," Sayer grins, his eyes glazing over dreamily, unconsciously fueling Alex's silent jealousy.

"The Prince is the right one for you." She reminds Serena meaningfully, giving her gloved palms a strong squeeze.

"Yes, I know he is, forever and always. " Serena smiles back up sweetly, dreamily thinking of her hunky prince, all others zoned out.

Satisfied with her response, Alex smiles at her, though still wary of the dark haired man behind her's misplaced feelings.

"Let's go before he starts getting unnecessarily worried then," she says pointedly, glancing back at Sayer at the words, as she signals to him out the door.

"Yes, Ma'am," Sayer salutes mockingly. "See ya later, Meatball," he throws over his shoulder.

"Come on Ally," he offers his arm as he sees Terry do to an accepting Susan, but Alex refuses, looking at it with disdain.

"I'm your escort, right?" Sayer smiles, not giving up.

"Only because you were left over," she says nastily, purposely making him sound like last night's mashed potatoes.

Throwing her chin up in the air, Alex quickly strides out to her car.

"Hey, Ally! Wait up!" Sayer trots off cheerily after her, not a bit perturbed, determined to get this difficult woman to notice him in a different light sooner or later.

"This is gonna be another fun car trip," Robin complains, as he and Michelle follow Sayer out to Alex's Ferrari, leaving Serena and her Mom, with Terry, Susan, Tara, Rini, and Daria.

"Rini, Honey, were you supposed to go in the limo? For some reason, I can't quite remember..." Mrs. Hart trails off, putting her memory lapse down to a mother's wedding day nervousness.

"I'd rather go with Tara, if that's alright," Rini links her arm with her silent friend, who for some reason did not look all that happy at all.

"Chibi Chibi too!" The eager child was determinedly not wanting to be left out of any fun.

"Oh, I don't think..." Mrs. Hart's motherly protectiveness, not wanting her "baby" to be out of her sight for long.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Hart, I'll drive carefully," Terry smiles, sensing her concern. Looking at this tall young man, Mrs. Hart, though not knowing him very well, finds herself trusting him implicitly and reliable older sister Susan was there too of course.

"Yeah let's go!" Rini's exuberance kicks in as she drags Tara along with her, making the two run out the door. Daria was about to take off after them, but Susan, responsible still, scoops up the little bundle.

"I'll take good care of her, Mrs. Hart," Susan assures the worried "mother". With a final smile at Serena, she and Terry walk out, his arm around her shoulders and with the baby in her arms, they looked like quite a happy little family.

"Don't they make a cute couple?" Serena comments of the pair, smiling. Mrs. Hart nods.

"Ready, dear?" Mrs. Hart smiles at her daughter.

"More ready than I've ever been in my life," Serena says, beaming, knowing her beautiful destiny was awaiting her, starting today.

I believe in the miracle romance of our moonlight legend coming true...

The way the sunlight gleams in your hair

The deep blush of your delicate cheeks

My Lady, Susan...

Poetry wafts through Terry's mind each time his eyes alight on her beautiful face. He finds it difficult to keep his gaze on the road. How could he keep his lovestruck eyes from drifting to her?

Shining brighter than the stars...your eyes...Oh, Susan there's so much I have to tell you (I love you),...to ask you (will you...?) You're smiling at me now. Do you know just how beautiful your smile is? More beautiful than the sunset, more beautiful than...even I have no words to describe you...My Lady, my love. Terry smiles looking on Susan lovingly.

Meeting his gaze, his adoring gaze, Susan feels her heart pounding in her chest. Terry...his name drifts across her soul. Darling, darling I love you desperately! Susan squeezes Daria even closer to her heaving chest. The way you're looking at me. Could...could you possibly love me too? When you could have your choice of any woman in the world! Any woman would die for you. Why me?...Especially when I can't...No, I don't care if I can't! I don't care why. I only care about you, Terry, my darling. I won't think about anything except for today. My whole life, I'will live today. And after today there will be no tomorrow. Only today. Only you...only you. Susan looks into Terry's violet eyes, a hot blush still on her cheeks, making her even more radiant in his eyes.

Tara watches the silent exchange, jealous anger filling her soul. It's not fair. It's not fair! Why Susan! There's nothing special about her. Why don't you notice me? This is my prettiest dress and you haven't even looked at me once, Terry. She's poisoned your mind against me. Why can't you see I'm in love with you? Tara sits pouting on the verge of tears, her arms crossed angrily.

Seated next to her in her cute little pink frock, Rini had been watching her dearest friend's sullen face carefully. At first confused, it didn't take long for a sharp cookie like Rini to figure out what was going on.

Oh, I get it. Terry-papa was Tara's first love. I never knew that. But, didn't she know that he and Puu...? One look at Tara's angry stare at Susan explains everything to Rini. Uh-oh, she knows.

"Don't worry, Tara," Rini whispers in her friend's ear, for she and no one else, knew what was in store for each of them in the future.

"I don't know what you mean, Rini," Tara whispers back, sulkily looking down, vainly trying to hide her hurt emotions.

Rini understands Tara's feelings totally, about having a silent tormenting love, the kind you couldn't tell anyone about, because it was impossible. Impossible and there was nothing you could do about it, except to dream. My dream. Rini smiles though tears bite at her large eyes. Helios, I miss you. Shaking off her own lonely feelings inside, Rini bravely smiles.

Today's Serena and Darien's wedding - my Mom and Dad's wedding - today's a happy day. Let's be happy too.

"Daria likes you, Puu! She's not usually that quiet for anyone," Rini breaks the car's virtual silence with her cheeriest voice.

"Oh," Susan smiles sweetly down at the baby in her arms, who was looking at her and Terry, wide-eyed the entire time in wonderment. Susan strokes her hair in an almost...motherly...way, making Terry sigh, proudly smiling. Then they become entranced in each other's eyes once again.

"Puu!" Daria giggles at Rini's funny name for this pretty lady, then she looks up to Terry with those all-encompassing big eyes.

"Terry-papa," The tiny girl uses Rini's future nickname again for him.

"What was that?" An amused Terry smiles at the little one, confused.

"Baby talk," Rini fills in, trying to cover for her big-mouthed little sister.

As she drives along, Alex feels the wind whip across her face, but senses something wrong. Is it blowing towards the east or the west? I always know. Why can't I tell today? The wind and I are one. She closes her eyes, trying hard to focus on it. Somehow it seems so confused. As if it doesn't know which direction to go, which way to travel. What's wrong with it? I don't sense any danger, is there something wrong with me? It's not Michelle, I know it's not. Just touching her mind for a moment was enough for me to realize what she had found in the little shrimp. Her soul is now complete. I always knew there was that part of her, a hole I could never fill. That gap closed when he came along.

I wonder...Are we all missing a piece of ourselves? Am I? Michelle put the scattered pieces of my life together. But is the puzzle complete? Pondering these thoughts as she drives along, for some unknown reason, her mind calls up an image. The image of just minutes ago, a bride in her wedding dress, looking so radiant and beautiful, with a stunningly handsome dark-haired man in a black tuxedo, their hands intertwined.

Why do I keep seeing this? It's nothing to do with me, nothing at all. But...I need to know...Is he still in love with her? Is he? She doesn't love him, she loves the Prince. Alex assures herself over and over. He knows that too, the stupid fool. How could he still...? Maybe he's searching for that missing piece in his soul too. Suddenly a strange feeling rushes through her body, making her feel mixed up, confused, like the wind.

Just like this maddening wind, she realizes. No! I don't want to be mixed up! I don't want to be confused! What's he doing to me? Everything was fine before he came. Everything was perfe - her thoughts are cut off by the voice next to her. His silky voice.

"You've sure been quiet, Ally. What are you thinking?" Sayer smiles so sweetly unaware of the hostility about to be unleashed at him.

"None of your business. Leave me alone," Alex growls, keeping her eyes glued to the taillights of the limo she was following in front of her, for some reason not wanting to meet his eyes.

Taken aback a little by the outburst, Sayer raises his eyebrows, "Not a very nice thing to say to your wedding party escort, is it?" He cocks his head, smiling, trying to lighten her mood.

"You weren't my choice," she glares at him angrily, "And I'm sure I wasn't yours," she mumbles, turning away.

"That's not true, Ally! There's no one else I'd rather be going with -" Sayer starts, but not quite sure if now was the right time to explain his developing feelings for her.

"Don't try that infamous charm of yours on me. I'm not like other girls, who'd fall for those smooth tricks." Alex vents her inner frustrations, grasping at her longtime suspicions of all men - especially this priorly convicted one.

"They're not tricks. I really mean it. I like you Ally." Sayer pauses, always hard for him to express what he truly feels. He looks directly into her eyes/

"I like you because you're different." The words hit her like a ton of bricks.

Because I'm different? Her mind finds it hard to believe. I never thought I'd hear a man say that to me. He likes me for me? For who I am now? What does it all mean? And what about Serena? Don't you still...? Maybe he's fooling me again. Maybe he's...what am I doing? Now I do sound like one of those silly girls. No. I don't care what he says. I don't care what he thinks. I won't lose control of myself. Not for any man, not for anyone.

I'll make it through today for you, Princess. I will put up with him, and his so-called charms for today. And that's it. Tomorrow, everything will go back to the way it was before. He'll go back to where he came from and everything will be alright again. I'll be alright again.

"So are we friends, Ally?" Sayer asks, hopefully, though secretly wanting their relationship to become something more.

"For today, I suppose I must." Alex answers, determined it would all be over by tomorrow.

And the wind continues to swirl, directionless, beating down hard upon her.

For a moment I thought Alex was going to throw Sayer out of the car.' Michelle projects to Robin on their special "line".

Yeah. Robin smiles weakly, knowing exactly what it was like to be on the receiving end of Alex's sharp words.

But it was worth it, he thinks to himself, looking down at the prize whose head was nuzzled up against his chest.

What was worth it? Michelle's mind asks, for Robin forgot the channel between their minds was still open. He smiles to himself at his slip-up.

You, Michelle, he answers truthfully, feeling a tad triumphant over today's victory against what seemed impossible odds.

You're worth everything to me.

Oh, Robin, I love you. Michelle blushes as she lifts her blue eyes to meet his green ones.

You look so elegant. Robin gingerly touches a puffed sleeve on her pale aqua gown.

Why, thank you, sir, Michelle smiles at the compliment (for Michelle liked compliments very much).

You look quite dashing yourself, she thinks to him, running her long, polished fingernails along his gold, embroidered vest in her seductive French manner, to which Robin Starr was finding he was not totally immune to.

I don't want to mess your hair, he thinks, already moving close to her face.

Go ahead and mess it, Michelle manages to send out, before their lips meet and their minds turn to more basic emotions.

Seeing them in her rear view mirror, Alex almost smiles, thinking, He is what you want Michelle, but don't ask me why. She smirks, eyes looking at Robin critically.

In the car behind Alex's yellow Ferrari, Terry smiles, pleasantly surprised at his more romantic recalcitrant brother's display with Michelle in front of them.

"Look, they're kissing," Rini whispers to Tara, in a hushed tone, and Tara simply nods, lost in her own thoughts.

Susan looks up from a last minute stitching job on Daria's torn collar to find Terry's eyes smiling at her in that certain way. Then hearing Rini whispering about something in front of them, she looks up and sees Robin and Michelle's little tete-a-tete.

"Oh," Susan blushes, realizing Terry must be remembering yesterday, when the two of them had kissed and so much more. I remember too. Susan timidly smiles back up at the man she loves.

"Would you look at that, now?!" Rei suddenly points out the back window of the wedding caravan limousine in sheer astonishment.

"What?!" The other four girls seated in the back next to her jump up in surprise at Rei's shocked tones.

Amy, who was sitting next to Rei in the seat facing backwards, gasps, pulling her hand to her mouth. Mina, who was sitting next to Amy, flies out of her seat, almost jumping on top of a disgruntled Lita and a miraculously dodging Serena in the furthest back seat to get to the rear window.

"AHHHH!" she shrieks, pointing. " MY ROBIN!"

By now all five girls were plastered to the back window, not caring if they smashed their dresses up, as their eyes focus on the Ferrari's backseat passengers behind them. Only Serena takes notice of Sayer's wild waving at them and Alex shaking her head at his childishness. Serena waves back to her friend, smiling, much to Alex's chagrin.

"Girls? Is everything all right back there?" Mrs. Hart slides open the limo's glass window from the front seat to see what all the noisy fuss was about.

"Yeah, Mom." Serena calls up to her worried parents. Mrs. Hart shrugs and goes back to chatting with her husband of the wedding itinerary.

"You think Michelle and Robin too?" Rei asks inferringly.

"You mean like Susan and Terry?" Amy asks bashfully, trying to hypothesize what Rei was conjecturing.

Rei nods. Lita's and Serena's eyes pop out.

"But Michelle and Alex..." Serena innocently wonders aloud.

"I told you it wasn't like that," Lita gently scolds her friend.

"How lucky Michelle is!" Mina whines, beating the armrest, always having a soft spot for Robin Starr as she watches him kiss Michelle with a jealous frown.

"Don't worry, Mina, you have an escort too," Lita tries to bring Mina down to the real world again, and off her idol kick. (Besides putting in a good word for her best bud Ken while she's at it.)

"Right! Right!" Mina's excitement for the coming day takes over again.

"Hey, hey, hey, Kenny boy! Here I come! So pucker up!" She plops back in her seat with a delirious smile on her face, envious yearning lips at the ready.