Author's Note: Woot! So Chapter 3 already. :) This is exciting.

So I've gotten one or two comments about the names. This is something I really wrestled with in starting the story. But in the end I figured that since our beloved Endymion and Serenity had different names when reborn on Earth in the anime / manga, then it made sense that they might have different names in another incarnation. SO the logical side of me insisted on it whether I liked it or not. LOL :) But here's a naming scheme so you don't get confused!

Mamoru / Endymion = Matai Nazari
Kunzite = Kiral Nazari
Jadeite = Jian Je Zheng
Nephrite = Nate/ Nathanial Taylor
Zoisite = Zachary Brennan

Usagi / Princess Serenity = Sarah Thomas
Ami Mizuno / Sailor Mercury = Amy Stark
Rei Hino / Sailor Mars = Rhiannon Moonbeam
Makoto / Sailro Jupiter = Lise Reinhard
Minako / Sailor Venus = Margaret Stone

To Valkyrie Celes - Thanks for the review! I'm so happy you're liking the vibe of this story. And as for SenGen action - Oh yes! :D Definitely.

To Jedi Master Misty Sman-Esay - Thanks so much! Yeah Odango hasn't changed at all. But I'm so glad I've gotten her personality across. :)

To LoveInTheBattleField - Thanks for following and keeping up with the story!

To everyone else following and commenting that I may have missed thank you soo much! YOu guys keep me writing, even when it's 3AM and I should be sleeping. :)

And here's the next part. Hope you guys like it. ^-^

Chapter Two: Danger and Undiscovered Talents!

Margaret Stone struggled to speak over the roaring din of the pub as she negotiated with the owner for a singing gig. A blonde bombshell even at her young age with a voice to match meant it wasn't usually difficult to line up a show when she needed to. While she did well for herself in this way, proud, independent Margaret longed in her dreams to be an actress. She got by, dealing firmly with a sometimes rowdy crowd, by imagining that there was a talent scout hidden in the audience just waiting for someone like her.

She was a stubborn one too for such a young age. Margaret didn't allow anyone to take advantage and so she was haggling rather aggressively over the rate and rather enjoying it too. Always neat and tidy, her hair shining and tied neatly with a ribbon, nails painted, and high heels polished she made an impression. Finally the overweight owner sighed, smiled, and nodded. He would still make a nice profit anyway. "Alright kid, that'll work then. But don't let me see you drinking any of the merchandise!", he said, his last ditch attempt at being stern and in control.

"I don't drink Mr. Murphy. You don't have to worry about that." Margaret replied, flipping her hair back haughtily over her shoulder and heading for the door. She stopped, just inside the door and laughing, blew the owner a kiss. Inside, she was smiling. That was until she heard a woman scream.

Amy Stark stood quietly beside her mother's shoulder, watching her bandage a nasty cut with smooth graceful motions. Someday, perhaps she would be able to have even a small bit of that patience and grace. The clinic was busier than usual today. There had already been a gang fight and a rather rowdy bar brawl that got out of control. Being the only clinic in the central district meant the waiting room was filling up by the minute.

Petite and studious in glasses and short cropped hair Amy wore a simple white sweater and slacks with a red cross arm band about her arm just like her mother's. Her large blue eyes looked upon her mother's patient with sympathy and concern before flickering to the waiting room. "Do you need me to get more supplies mother?", she asked, counting up in her head the number of remaining bandages and antibiotic packs.

"Oh yes. Amy please run down and pick up some more bandage rolls, antibiotics, and pain killers please." her mom said, looking honestly grateful as she truly had her hands full. She took out a wad of bills which Amy carefully put into her purse. It was not a small sum. On her way out the door she stopped only long enough to snag a book she had been reading, just in case there was a line at the store.

Buy she couldn't resist the temptation to just take a peek at the next chapter and alternated reading with looking here she was walking. The streets weren't crowded and she knew the way so well that she soon found herself walking automatically, her mind fully engrossed in the book. Suddenly she heard running footsteps behind her. Before she could react, strong hands nearly threw her up against the brick wall. Amy screamed in terror and surprise. "Gimme your purse lady and I won't kill you." The gruff voice demanded as Amy met the eyes of her mugger, at least a foot taller than she was.

"No! This is for important medicine. I can't let you have it!", she yelled back, her hands tightening on the purse strap, though she was somewhat surprised at herself as her suddenly defiant blue eyes met his.

Margaret bolted from the pub, her heart pounding in her chest as she ran toward the sound of the scream, all the while telling herself she should be running away from it. What she saw instantly made her blood boil, and it was if something came over her. She felt a strange surge of confidence as her feet carried her toward the assailant. "Let that woman go!", Margaret called out pointing her finger at the tall, somewhat dirty man holding the knife. Without thinking first, Margaret launched herself at him using her wrist to try to slam the knife out of the man's grasp. It was suddenly as if she were outside, watching herself, and yet she felt as if she'd done this before. It was the oddest most lightheaded feeling.

Releasing the young woman with the glasses the man turned to face the new threat. He grabbed her hand with his other, to keep her from getting the knife, and shoved her back, but she spun instead of falling and hit him with a side kick to the head. He yelled a grunt of challenge, now truly pissed off. She ran at him again but this time he was ready for her. Thrusting the knife out at the proper time to anticipate her rush, he was going for a direct hit. Somehow Margaret managed to dive aside at the last second and the knife only grazed her arm as the momentum caused her to stumble to her knees. A terrified "Look out!" from the girl with glasses was the only warming she got as the man loomed over her, moving with the speed of pure anger as he drove his knife downwards. Her suddenly new reflexes left her and she could only watch in stunned terror as the knife approached, with no time to move out of the way.

"So I thought old Mr. Strauss was going to blow up the room today. That was one heck of a chemistry lesson right Kiral?" Matai said jokingly, nudging Kiral in the arm as the pair walked back from their private lessons. Kiral's father hired only the best tutors for the boys and insisted on a well rounded education even in these days when it was sometimes hard to come by.

Kiral laughed and nodded. "At least he made it interesting." It was sometimes more than could be said for other subjects, including business. It was a refreshing break from monotonous hours of studying. Speaking of studying, there was more homework to do when they got home. But for the moment Kiral was enjoying the leisurely walk back with Matai in the warm air.

It must have been some noise that pulled his attention away but Matai turned to look down a side street as they passed, and stopped in his tracks, his blue eyes widening in surprise as he grabbed Kiral's arm. "Hey, something's going on down there. I think those two woman are being attacked! We should do something!"

As both young men went running toward the struggle, a sudden protective urge came over Kiral. He couldn't explain it but sometimes he felt protective over Matai, possibly because he was like a younger brother. "Stay back Matai. I'll handle this.", he said, pushing Matai back with one hand.

"But…"

"Wait here.", came Kiral's reply, the look in his eyes allowing no counter argument. When he was really serious, it was best to stay out of Kiral's way. How exactly he was going to "take care of it" Kiral wasn't sure. But the rounded education his father insisted on did include some martial arts training, and KIral, for one of the first times in his life, found himself acting more on instinct than planned thought.

Though it was mere seconds until he reached them the time seemed to span out into minutes, and in those minutes he observed everything with keen eyes. One of the women got in at least one good shot, putting up a rather impressive fight for a girl. And it was thanks to her that Kiral got his opening, while the grungy looking mugger was leaning over her, intent on a killing blow and oblivious to anything but his own fury. "I wouldn't do that if I were you.", he said with eerie calm as Kiral closed the distance. What happened next was a blur as he swept the side of his hand up hard, knocking the knife free while at the same time kicking out the mugger's knee and bringing him to the ground hard with one hand pinned in a hold behind his back.

Matai had watched the whole thing, rather surprised at this new side of Kiral, who had never before laid a hand on anyone or even expressed much interest in martial arts. He was filled with pride as he ran over. "That was amazing!", he said, running a hand through his raven hair as he surveyed the scene. "Are you two all right?", he asked the girls. The blonde was still staring blankly in shock, it had all happened so quickly.

"You check on the girls. I'll find someplace to turn this mongrel in.", Kiral said, his voice calm and steady despite what had happened. "I'll meet you at the house."

Margaret finally came to herself. One second she was staring into the point of a knife, her life flashing before her eyes. The next, she found herself saved by a young handsome boy of Middle Eastern descent. Her heart was still pounding in her chest and the whole scene was surreal. "Wait…", she stammered out, "I want to thank you for saving me. I'm Margaret. What's your name?" She flashed a smile though she knew she must look a sight. There was something about his eyes that made it impossible to look away.

Kiral looked up to meet her gaze without relaxing even by a hair the hold he had on the mugger. His eyes met hers. They used to say the eyes were the window to the soul, and Kiral knew that was just a folk saying. But in her eyes he felt as if it were real, for he saw there strength and sadness, brightness, and yet loneliness. "It's Kiral. Kiral Nazari." His heart skipped just for a second but he was forced to take his gaze away as the mugger decided to try wriggling free. "Nice moves by the way", he said with a half smirk. He pushed the man to his feet, shifting his grip so his arm was still pinned in a rather painful hold and simply began to walk him away towards the nearest guard station.

Amy hadn't moved from her spot against the all while all this was going on. She had been frozen in shock. Finally she pushed herself away from the wall and hurried over to where the others were. "Oh, you have a cut on your arm. Let me clean that up for you. Thank you both for stepping in to help. I really appreciate it.", she said, smiling slightly, though lowering her eyes out of shyness as she took a small bandage and antiseptic from her purse.

"Do you want me to stay with you or walk you two home?" Matai asked, not wanting to leave until he was sure they would be alright. Ami noticed the man had kind eyes but she didn't want to put anyone out. "Oh, I think we'll be fine. I'm just going to clean and bandage this and then we'll get out of here. Please thank your friend for me."

Margaret wasn't the type to play damsel in distress either. "Yes we'll be OK now thanks to you two. Are you related?", she asked as she allowed the other girl to look at her arm.

"Not exactly. I'm adopted, but he's like a brother to me. I'm glad you're both all right. Try not to hang around this neighborhood much OK? It can get a bit rowdy, especially if you're dressed so nicely. Take care!", he said waving to the two with a smile as he headed back to the house, still thinking over what had taken place.

"There you go.", Amy said as she finished. "I don't know where you learned those moves but thank you. I don't know what would have happened otherwise. I just had to get medical supplies with this money for the clinic. I'm Amy Stark by the way."

Margaret giggled nervously a bit, looking down at her scuffed knees and hands. "You know, I don't know where I got those moves either.", she said. "Goodness I look a mess! My stockings are ripped, my skirt is filthy, and I broke a nail." She suddenly stopped the examination of her clothes and laughed. "I guess those are silly things to be upset over right?", she said, flashing a smile that seemed to brighten her whole face. "I'm Margaret Stone. Nice to meet you Amy."