Well, this started off when I asked about what stories had Wyrm in it.
Jeff then asked if I was going to make an alternate history story out of
it...

By the way, if people want me to make an alternate history story out of
their stuff, then send me the original and I'll see what I can come up
with...

And if that isn't scary enough, here's An Alternate History of Sailor Moon
Exile...

***

This story takes place in an alternate history of the alternate reality
created by Wyrm. 

PROLOGUE: 

	Jadeite was teleported back to the Great Hall of the Dark Kingdom,
facing his queen. He noted that Beryl's eyes were narrowed with anger.
This sent a cold chill up Jadeite's spine as he realized that this was the
end of the line for him. 
	"Jadeite, I told you to eliminate the Sailor Senshi and you have
failed me!" she growled. Jadeite shrunk back. He had been cheated of his
rightful victory by that insufferable Tuxedo Mask. To quote the
Dirty...er, Lovely Angels (Not even Metallia could save him from those
two! ;), it wasn't his fault! 
	"Beryl-sama, I beg you...I know the identities of the Sailor
Senshi!" he pleaded. Perhaps a fortuitous piece of information may sway
the queen enough to give him one more chance. Just one more chance was all
he needed. He was so close. 
	Queen Beryl sneered. Jadeite realized he wasn't going to get his
chance. 
	"Jadeite, you have failed me once too often. Prepare for Eternal
Sleep!" With that last shout, Beryl's eyes flashed brightly. Jadeite was
hit by a blast of energy that surrounded him completely. He screamed, or
tried to, but not one of his muscles responded. Indeed, he could feel
nothing, sense nothing. 
	But he could see. So the rumors were true. He should've closed his
eyes. 
	"Let it be a lesson to all traitors!" he heard Beryl's voice
through the crystal. Damn, the bitch wasn't shut out, either. "I shall not
tolerate failure." 
	A wave of the hand later, and a sickness overwhelmed Jadeite as he
was teleported, crystal and all, to the Crypt. 
	"Nephrite," Beryl called. "You shall take command of Jadeite's
forces and gather energy. Do not disappoint me, or you shall suffer the
same fate." 
	The stated general stepped forward, his long brown hair flowing.
He bowed and stated simply, "Yes, my Queen." 

	Childras had the most unwanted job in all the Dark Kingdom: The
Keeper of the Eternal Sleep Chamber. It was a most dismal duty, tending to
these...wretches. 
	Very few came here to view the Sleepers; even for the Youma breed,
it was a most horrid place. No one came here except those who needed to
come, and thus it earned the nickname "Crypt". Being the Keeper, Childras
was one of those unfortunates. 
	/*Oh well, better them than me...*/ Childras thought idly. 
	He stepped up to the new meat, Jadeite. Like all of those unlucky
enough to keep their eyes open during the imprisonment, Jadeite's eyes
were full of terror, something that Childras felt to his very bones. 
	No matter how many times he saw it, he could never stand that
terror. It was like pure moonshine; all but the most vile could not bear
that look. All Youma partook of the spirits of terror, savoring it, but no
one liked being overwhelmed by too much, too fast. Some were
binge-drinkers, some connoisseurs. Very few could stomach the heavy stuff. 
	Childras was a connoisseur of terror; the pure concentrate of
terror emanating from the eyes of the Sleepers was far too crude for his
tongue. 
	A few hours later, Childras finished his duty for a while and
stalked off to other things. 
	Jadeite saw the Crypt-Keeper's attentions, of course, but could do
nothing about it. He was a statue; his powers useless, his body frozen. He
realized that he would go mad with isolation. 
	As he brooded, he became aware of a noise not unlike that of
wheezing elephants and grinding gears. He watched a small dust-devil
spring up before him, and to his astonishment, a humanoid figure appeared
before his crystal. 
	/*How dare a human invade the realm of the Dark Kingdom?!*/ he
fumed.. He could do nothing else but fume, trapped in the crystal. 
	The human, male Jadeite realized, was dressed completely in black,
long robes and a high collar. He wore a black cap embroidered with gold on
his head. He stepped forward, to Jadeite's crystal, and put a hand on it. 
	"A fly trapped in amber." The man smiled. "Yes...Yes, your body
should do nicely..." he said. 
	The stranger pressed a copper bracelet on his right arm, and the
thing began to hum. Jadeite heard the noise again, and the background
began to dissolve. Soon, everything was a swirling void save himself, his
crystal, and the stranger. 
	The swirling void was even worse than the Crypt. On top of the
fact that he couldn't move and was forced to hear and see, what he saw
didn't make any sense. His mind did its best to cope, but he felt his
sanity ebbing away, slipping like sand through desperately groping
fingers. 
	Jadeite locked his attention onto the man; he shut out the void,
as it was beyond his ability to grasp, but the man was here, tangible, and
there was simply nothing else that made sense. 
	The trip lasted several minutes, but when they arrived, Jadeite
found himself in a white-walled room with many consoles scattered about. 
	Another man, dressed in lavender and purple robes stood and bowed
to the stranger. "Lord President," he stated simply. 
	"At ease, Hin. I have found the perfect form for Wyrm to take when
we exile him to Earth, as well as the location and period," the man, "Lord
President", informed the young Hin. "Inform the High Council that I have
returned and the sentencing of Wyrm is about to begin." 
	"Immediately, Lord President," Hin acknowledged and started
working again at the terminal. 
	"Oh, and prepare this...creature for bio-projection and transduct
him to the auxiliary stand when you're finished." 
	"Immediately, Lord President," the young one acknowledged and
began his duties. The Lord President of the High Council of Gallifrey left
the room, the doors shutting behind him. 

	Jadeite felt a wrenching pain in all of the cells of his body as
he was 'transducted' into an alcove facing a large chamber. On one side,
he could see a double-row of benches seating a total of thirteen people,
with the odd bench on the lower tier. From its decorations, it was clear
that this odd chair was intended to be held by a prodigious person. 
	Opposite these benches were two desks flanked by two pulpits. Each
held two seats. On his side of the room held another alcove similar to his
own.  Opposite him was a bank of pulpits for spectators. 
	Jadeite waited impatiently as he could for _something_ to happen.
He couldn't move so tapping anything, or escape, was out of the question.
So he thought back to the encounter he had with the young human, Hin. The
man put him under the scrutiny of thirty different scans, accurately
recording his...bio-projection, whatever that was. It was all science to
him; he was never much one for science. 
	Anyway, Hin finished his analysis and then sent him off into this
alcove. He said one parting message: "You should feel privileged...you are
about to see the High Council punish the infamous criminal who will wear
your face." Jadeite wondered if it was similar to a Glamour that nonhuman
Youma use to disguise their features to look like a generic human or even
a certain human. 
	The door opened at last, and people in purple, gold, green and
other shades filed in. Each was wearing long robes, with the men wearing
caps of appropriate color, the women wearing various baubles. Every single
member wore a cowling that looked somewhat like a whale's tail on the
back, glittering precious accents and each having a complicated round
design of gold and black on each of the breast-flanges. He realized that
those designs were miniaturized versions of the plaque hanging just above
the bank of benches. 
	Looking at the ensemble, he could note one exception to the
pompous mode of dress these fellows had. Now sitting in one of the desks
opposite the bank, he was dressed in an outrageous checkered shirt, plaid
vest, yellow bowtie, and psychedelic jacket. Also worn was a pair of
red-striped beige pants, western belt with big buckle, Daffy Duck socks
and wingtip shoes. A mop of slightly-graying black hair was held in check
by a white tie to hold it back into a ponytail. He carried a lime-green
umbrella with a purple polkadots and red spiral to complete the costume. 
	In short, an eyesore. 
	Jadeite would not blame his captors if they punished him for
looking like a circus clown. Why, the only thing missing was face paint. 
	A white-robed old man stepped into the room and called, "All
rise..." Everyone did, including the circus clown with a bit of prodding.
Secretary Ion announced, "I present to you Lord Borusa, Lord President of
the High Council of the Time Lords, of the planet Gallifrey." 
	The said Lord President stepped into the room, and Jadeite
immediately recognized him as the man who brought him here. He stepped up
to the remaining (and flashy) seat in the bank. Borusa smoothed out his
white robe and sat, and the others did. 
	"The convicted shall rise," Borusa stated clearly. The clownman
did. "Renegade Wyrm of Gallifrey, member of the Prydonian Chapter, you
have been found guilty of one count of breaking the First Law of Time, two
counts of the Third Law of Time, and multiple counts of the Second Law of
Time. All other charges have been acquitted or dropped." 
	"Swell," said deadpan the man Jadeite now knew as Wyrm. The
attorney beside him angrily prodded him to shut up. 
	Borusa made a point to ignore him. "Because of your conviction,
you are sentenced to the punishments of Exile, Prohibition...and
Regeneration." At the sound of the last penalty, a stirring began in the
spectators. The convicted, Wyrm, seemed shocked by this, too. 
	"Lord President, I must protest this!" he declared, slamming his
fist against the table, much to the startlement of his attorney. "It's
cruel and unusual punishment!" 
	President Borusa scowled at the uppity young man. "The First Trial
of the Doctor clearly set the precedent of forced regeneration in cases
such as these," he stated calmly. A small smile spread upon his face. "You
of all people should know that, Wyrm of Gallifrey...The sentence is to be
carried out immediately." He nodded to a helmeted man, red color with
white accents and a white cloak. 
	The man, presumably a guard, manhandled a protesting Wyrm to the
second booth opposite to Jadeite. "This is outrageous! I...and the Doctor,
only do what you refuse to do! What about my choice of bodies, eh? This is
a perversion of justice, I tell you! Let me go!" He managed to grab his
umbrella. It's handle glowed. "DONNERSCHIRM!!" rang a shout as the
umbrella smashed into the guard on his left. He screamed with surprise and
pain as he flew away from Wyrm as if hit by a giant fist. 
	A shot rang about the chamber, and Wyrm convulsed and let out a
strangled scream. One of the guards was holding a plastic-looking pistol
in his hands, aimed at Wyrm, who was now slumped and unresisting. One of
the guards relieved him of his umbrella. 
	"You didn't kill him, did you?" Borusa asked, not a hint of
concern in his voice. 
	"No sir. Low stun only. He should be coming around soon," the
guard said. Indeed, Wyrm was moaning, recovering quickly. 
	"Ah, awake already I see." Borusa responded to Wyrm's only
question, "Too much have criminals abused the choice of bodies to delay
their punishment. The Trial of the Doctor also sets the precedent that the
High Council may choose a body for the convict in cases where there might
be such an abuse. We have therefore chosen this creature's bio-projection
as your new form." 
	Jadeite's alcove lit up, and he became aware that it was indeed
dark beforehand, hiding him from Wyrm's view. Now that Wyrm looked at him,
his face became drawn with horror. He sent a pleading look Borusa's way. 
	"We thought it appropriate, viewing where you are to arrive." 
	"You..." Wyrm breathed, "You BASTARD!" By now, Wyrm was strapped
into the alcove. "That's Jadeite! I'm being exiled to 20th century Tokyo,
aren't I?! The Sailor Senshi will KILL me!" 
	Borusa smiled a predator's grin. "Then you best stay out of their
way, Wyrm...Activate the regenerator!" 
	"NO!" 
	The machine began to hum, and Wyrm's form became washed-out in a
wave of energy. 
	"You can't...!"  Wyrm shouted as he began to feel the energies of
the regeneration matrix surround him.  This was impossible!  Illegal!  He
had to do something, concentrate on anything in order to try to stop this,
anything!  By shear mental effort, he resisted the invincible might of the
machine, accidentally affecting the fluxon field generator... 
	The machine's hum built up to a maximum, and Jadeite was forced to
watch as Wyrm disappeared in a flash of light. When his vision cleared, he
saw a woman slumped over in the machine, hair a greenish black, slightly
longer than the man that had been there before.  She was quite a bit
shorter, and looked as though she could not have weighed more than twenty
to twenty five kilograms.  The clothes hadn't changed, and they looked
extremely baggy on her. 
	Borusa looked at what had happened.  Despite the regenerators
patterning, the unexpected had happened.  How, he had no idea as it had
worked well on the Doctor so long ago.  It also worried Borusa since his
position was precarious enough already.  This 'punishment' was not so much
to actually deal with any crimes as to get rid of a potential rival.
Especially given that his presidency was only a temporary thing if the
Doctor ever choose to return. 
	He was also afraid of who the Doctor could really be. 
	"Manipulation complete, Lord President," the attending Time Lord
stated. "Regeneration partially successful; memory blocks in place." 
	The technician in charge looked up at Borusa, "Lord President, I
don't understand what happened.  The regeneration field should have made
his body into an exact replica of the template.  Somehow, Wyrm has managed
to retain partial control of his...her regeneration." 
	Borusa wavered, tempted to try the regenerator again, but to do so
would surely ruin his position of power.  "Never mind.  Just send her to
Earth at the appropriate time junction." 
	Another Time Lord rushed in and said, "Lord President." 
	"Ah, Paide!" Borusa sighed. "Is Wyrm's TARDIS prepared now?" 
	"Yes, Lord President," Paide answered. "I apologize for the delay,
but the aforementioned TARDIS was custom-made. We had to guess a couple of
the technologies, but we are confident that it is adequately disabled." 
	"Well, Wyrm is a wiley chap. He...she built that TARDIS from the
ground up." 
	"From the..." Paide parroted. "Lord President, his...her TARDIS is
powered by the nucleus of a black hole, an Eye of Harmony, that rivals the
power of the Greater Eye here on Gallifrey! That is an amazing feat of
Solar Engineering, to say the least..." 
	"It was a hobby," came the reply. /*What would you expect from the
grandson or rather granddaughter of one of the greatest engineers in
Gallifreyan history?*/
	Paide paled. 
	Another guard stood by Jadeite's crystal. "What shall I do with
this, Lord President?" he asked. 
	Borusa smiled suddenly, as a plan came to mind, one that was quite
devious and would certainly cause the appropriate trouble.  "I want an
additional memory block placed in Wyrm's mind so that she cannot remember
completely who she is, and take several strands of her hair as well." 
	"As for Jadeite, transduct him into one of the storage vaults,"
Borusa answered. "We're going to have Wyrm play an important part in the
disappearance of such an illustrious General of the Dark Kingdom." 
	"Yes, Lord." 
	A couple of minutes later, Jadeite was rudely transducted to an
immense storehouse of odds and ends. If he could only escape... 
	/*Oh well. At least Beryl can't pin this on ME,*/ he thought. 


An Alternate History of Sailor Moon Exile: 

Chapter One: 

Arrival

Episode One

A fan fiction based on Takeuchi Naoko's Manga series, Codename:  Sailor V
and Sailor Moon

Sailor Moon, Sailor Mars, Sailor Mercury, Sailor V, Sailor Venus, Sailor
Jupiter, Tuxedo Kamen, Queen Beryl, Nephrite, Zoicite, Raionji Rui, Osaka
Naru, Tsukino Usagi, Tsukino Shingo, Tsukino Kenji, Tsukino Ikuko, Chiba
Mamoru, Hino Rei, Mizuno Ami, Kino Makoto, and Aino Minako are copyright
1987, 1996 by Takeuchi Naoko. 

Wyrm, and Childras are copyright 1996 by Thomas R Jefferys

The Doctor, the TARDIS, Borusa, and the Time Lords are copyright 1963,
1996 the BBC and FOX Television. 

Publishing rights: 

Japan: Kodansha

By Ichinohei Hitomi

Based on an original story by Thomas R. Jefferys


	"Well, Nephrite?" Queen Beryl addressed her general. "I have
transferred control of Jadeite's forces to your command. I hope that you
use them to better effect than he did." 
	Nephrite, a humiform Youma with hair brown and long, bowed in
acquiescence. "Yes, Beryl-sama. Jadeite was a fool because he targeted
large groups of people. He was thus drawing attention to himself, and
leaving him vulnerable to detection. I shall avoid this entirely by
draining energy one individual at a time, while he or she is at his
maximum output." 
	A gale of feminine-sounding laughter fractured the air, and to the
right of and behind...and above, as it also happened, a whirlwind of
cherry-blossom petals traced out helical patterns as would a dust-devil.
Out of this maelstrom emerged a blonde with hair tied back into a
ponytail. This one sat cross-legged on nothing while floating a few feet
off the ground, a head resting on a lax hand. 
	At first glance, this newcomer appeared female. However, a more
careful viewing would reveal that this was, in fact, a bishounen man.
Otherwise, he would be a very flatchested woman. "And how do you intend to
find THAT out," he asked, voice high as if it belonged to a deep-throated
female. Grinning wickedly, he added, "Nephrite-chan!" 
	"Don't call me that, Transvestite..." Nephrite scowled. 
	The man gained a spark of fire and protested. "Hey! I am not a
transvestite!" 
	"So you say..." 
	"Kono...Come to my room in two spans and I'll show you what's
what!" 
	"Pass. Already got a woman..." He was lying. ;) 
	"I TOLD YOU I'M NOT A--!" 
	"NEPHRITE! ZOICITE!" a strong and regal voice broke up their
argument. "Argue on your own time!" It's not as if Beryl didn't enjoy it
when Nephrite and Zoicite fought; their verbal fencing often proved very
entertaining.  However, this was not the time. 
	"Yes, my queen," Nephrite bowed and apologized, "I have no
excuse." 
	Zoicite merely harrumphed and vanished in another cherry-devil. 
>From a lesser, Beryl would've been insulted, but she made a special
exception in Zoicite's case, as he was so entertaining when he did that. 
	After he left, Queen Beryl turned back to Nephrite. "Still,
Zoicite raises a valid point. How do you intend to find out which humans
are at their peak?" 
	Nephrite smiled. He was fully prepared to answer this question, as
he had researched his subject thoroughly. "The stars know all," he
declared. "All events in this universe are governed by the stars. I shall
set up a planetarium on Earth and use the motions of their stars to tell
me which one is ripe for the picking." 
	Beryl nodded. She had heard of Nephrite's expertise in astrology,
and had always been accurate in such predictions. She therefore could
trust Nephrite on this manner. "Very well, Nephrite. Proceed." 
	"Yes, my queen." 
	"Oh, and Nephrite..." 
	"Yes, my queen?" 
	"Fail me and suffer the same fate as Jadeite." 
	Nephrite swallowed. "Yes, my queen." 

	Mizuno Ami appeared to be just your average geeky computer
nerdess, but she was much, much more. She reflected that her life had
turned much more complicated when she discovered that she was the
reincarnated warrior of Mercury, one of (at last count) three Sailor
Senshi, including Sailors Moon and Mars. 
	/*If I wasn't part of it myself, I would never believe it. I mean,
talking cats, peculiar monsters, reincarnated warriors with awesome powers
wearing abbreviated sailor suits?*/ she mused. /*Sounds like something
from a Shojo Manga.*/
	Ami usually studied in the park; it was so peaceful. 
	Usually. 
	Not today, and by some perverted twist of fate, it was anything
but peaceful in the vicinity of Ami. A slight breeze wafted through the
forest as a whirring, groaning, wheezing sound picked up volume. Ami began
to become alarmed as she looked around trying to find its source. As the
sound became louder and louder, it became clear to Ami that it was, in
fact, coming from a thicket behind her. 
	Quickly and quietly, Ami snuck into the clearing where the din was
emanating. Her eyes widened with amazement when a blue fire built up
around where she thought the noise originated and quickly solidified as a
shape not unlike an old-style public phone booth materialized. The
groaning concluded with a final *THUNK* as the wind died completely and
the fire disappeared, but the booth remained. 
	Fearing a Dark Kingdom trap (although why the Dark Kingdom would
use something shaped like a telephone booth in the middle of the park was
beyond her), she pulled out her communicator. "This is Ami!" she said in
hushed tones. "Usagi, Rei, please come in!" 
	An image rezzed in on the tiny screen. It was Rei. "Hello, Ami.
What seems to be the trouble?" 
	Ami gulped. "You're never going to believe this, but a phone booth
just materialized in a thicket in the park!" 
	Rei blinked a couple of times on the view screen. "Aw, come ON!!"
she jeered. 
	"Didn't I tell you you wouldn't believe it?" Ami returned, "I'm
not joking about this, Rei!" 
	"Alright, alright...I'll be right there." The view winked out. 
	Ami sighed in relief. It seems she did so too soon, because a
groan escaped behind her. She turned to see that someone was hanging by
the open door of the booth wearing an outfit that made Dark Kingdom
fashion look classy. The woman in question lost grip and stumbled face
first onto the grass of the thicket. 
	Against her better judgment, Ami emerged from hiding in the
foliage to come to the woman's aid. A cursory glance revealed nothing
outwardly wrong, no injuries of any sort. She turned her on her
back...where she proceeded to gasp. 
	The person in front of her wasn't a grown woman, but a young girl,
about her age.  She had long greenish black hair that was slightly curled,
a slightly regal face, and was, for some reason, almost familiar. 
	"What in the world?"  Ami exclaimed. 
	At the sound, the woman's eyes popped open, and her body popped
up.  Ami let out a shriek of surprise, as the mystery woman was staring
with a glint of slight anger, _right_ _into_ _her_ _EYES!_
	"Akane, be a little less hammer-happy next time, willya?!" she
yelled, and then promptly fell back and closed her eyes.
	Ami blinked. 
	Then blinked again. 
	"Huh?" 
	She got down on her knees and pulled the girl's eye open. After a
careful examination of the cornea, she came to a conclusion. "She's passed
out!" 
	The girl sat up again suddenly, looking straight ahead, thus
causing Ami to jump back again. Again, she was looking into her
eye...Wait, no she wasn't. Her eyes were unfocused, as if she was looking
past her, or locking onto a memory. She might not have really 'seen' her
at all. 
	"No, Priss! You may NOT have a Janis thorn!" She flopped down and
passed out. 
	Ami more confused than ever. She put her hand on the girl's
forehead;  a little cool, but she didn't know if this was normal or not,
not knowing anything about Youma metabolism. It was the face that was
really weird. Somehow it was extremely familiar to her, as if she had seen
it somewhere before, but she couldn't think where.  After all, they had
never faced each other in combat.  But there was more.  The face was
friendly and compassionate, with an open kind of trustworthiness that
would not have been on the face of a Youma. 
	She was still puzzling it over when Rei ran up to her and asked,
"What's the problem?" After taking a look at Ami's patient, she quickly
said, "MARS POWER, MAKE UP!" 
	A transformation later, and Sailor Mars was ready to rumble. She
turned to her blue-haired friend and chided, "Ami! Why haven't you changed
into Sailor Mercury yet?" 
	"Wait, Rei! Nothing's wrong, at least not..." Ami started. 
	The girl's head popped up again. 
	"Nene," said the green haired girl, "Always remember...never, but
NEVER, cut a deal with a Dalek!" She fell back and passed out. Again. 
	Mars blink blinked. "What...the...heck!" 
	Ami looked at her sailor suited friend and shrugged. "I don't
think she's in any condition to tell us what's going on Rei, or how she
appeared in that phone booth." Ami answered honestly. "I think we should
get her to a hospital quickly." 
	"The HOSPITAL?" Sailor Mars gave Ami a funny look. "Are you sure
she's human and not a Youma?" 
	"No, but I can do a quick check." Ami flipped out her computer and
did a cursory scan on the young woman lying on the ground. She tapped
wildly on the little thing, and her brow furrowed in puzzlement. "That's
odd...Her physiology isn't human but it doesn't match any of the normal
Youma either." 
	"Why should she? How many Youma have you scanned?  It's not like
it's the most pressing concern we have when we're fighting." Sailor Mars
pointed out, "And the only Youma we've fought who was anything approaching
human was Jadeite, and you didn't scan him." 
	"True..." 
	The girl's head popped up once more. "Mary had a little lamb, his
fleece was white as snow..." And she went back down again. 
	Ami blinked again, and returned her attention to the screen of her
computer with an incredulous shaking of her head. She studied the readouts
and came to a conclusion. However, it seemed to Rei it was a conclusion
that even Ami couldn't believe she could come up with. "She's
hypoglycemic," she declared. 
	"Hippo-what?" Mars parroted. 
	"Hypoglycemic; her blood is running low on glucose...brain fuel,
basically. The girl's brain isn't working properly because of it, thus her
erratic behavior." 
	Pop. "...And everywhere that Mary went, Her lamb was sure to go."
Flop. 
	"It usually happens in diabetics when they take too much insulin.
It causes all the sugar to be absorbed, leaving the brain nothing to feed
it," Ami explained. 
	"Say, are you sure that Usagi isn't like that?  Her brain isn't
all there you know." 
	"That was unkind Rei."  Ami tapped on her computer again. "She
isn't a diabetic. Her pancreas seems to be working fine. Also, the level
of insulin and its decay products indicates that insulin has been produced
in normal amounts in the past four hours." 
	Mars's eyes had glazed over. "Huh?" she asked dumbly, feeling a
lot like Usagi for a second. 
	"Never mind. Take my word for it; she is not diabetic. Besides, of
what we seen of Youma so far, do you think they would let her live if she
had been diabetic?" Mars shook her head no. 
	Pop. "No, Doctor. I do not think entering the event horizon is a
Good Thing." Flop. 
	Sailor Mars murmured, "Well, SOMEthing's wrong with her." 
	Ami and Mars stared at their charge for several seconds, trying to
figure out what they should do, and deciding whether it was the wise thing
to do. 
	"If she is sick, then we must help him," Ami said simply. 
	"But what if she's the enemy, Ami!" 
	Ami nodded. "That has to be considered, but look at her condition. 
She's defenseless.  No one in the Dark Kingdom would show us mercy, but
we're supposed to stand for something better, remember? If we do not help
her, what does that say about us?" 
	That they were no better, was the unspoken answer. Mars lowered
her head in shame. 
	"Alright...Let's take her to a hospital. BUT," Mars shot a finger
at the unconscious girl. "if she does anything funny, she's toast!" 
	"Right," Ami agreed. 
	The green haired girl snapped straight up once again, yelled,
"SPOON!" and passed out again as soon as she hit the ground. 

	Not far away, another young woman sat passively in her booth,
reading the Tokyo Times and nursing a cup of coffee. Her long greenish
black hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and her face was similar to that
of the woman Ami had found. She radiated a knowledge that seemed beyond
what anyone else in the room could master.  Still, although she was quite
content, her expression was carefully neutral and calm; a woman of ice. 
	Her eyes widened with surprise as she felt...something familiar
just barely brushing her awareness. He or she was in distress, a call for
anyone of his/her real species to come to the caller's aid. The woman knew
the people well, as she had more than a passing experience with them, and
these people had the ability to travel through Time using machines called
'TARDISes'. Being a policewoman of Time of sorts, this made it her
concern. 
	Reaching out, a staff appeared out of nowhere. No one in the
restaurant noticed it; they went about their business and blatantly
ignored it. The crystal set in the top glowed slightly. 
	When it stopped, she sighed and banished the staff. As the
Guardian of the Timegate, it was her obligation to investigate
perturbations in Time and space. The woman stood, placing a couple of yen
onto the table to pay for the coffee plus a percentage for the waitress,
and then exited the restaurant in a calm and orderly manner. 

	Raionji Rui loved tennis, pure and simple. Every day she would go
down to the courts and practice her technique. Today she was in especially
good form, as she returned the ball effortlessly to her opponent. 
	"Go, Rui-oneechan!" Naru called from the sidelines. Rui took a
moment to wave back. 
	Usagi, her ever-present, and ever-ditzy friend, looked at surprise
at Naru. "I didn't know you had a big sister, Naru..." 
	Naru looked slightly surprised, but when she realized what Usagi
was talking about, she smiled. "Oh, its not like that. Rui is a childhood
friend of mine. She was really nice to me, just like a big sister..." 
	"Ahh..." 
	Then it happened. 
	Usagi and Naru both heard the sound of a hand on the chain-link
fence surrounding the court. The turned...and were met with the most
beautiful sight ever treated to the adolescent girl. A handsome man with
long, free-flowing brown hair was scrutinizing the match between Rui and
her unnamed opponent. The man saw with green eyes and his skin had been
lightly tanned, and also seemed to be slightly gray. He was clothed
casually, just a guy out on the town. 
	It was then that both Naru and Usagi experienced a peculiar
reaction unique to teenaged girls called 'Heart Eyes'. With hands clasped
together in front of them, they gazed at the Grade A hunk standing in
front of them, their eyes pink and seemingly heart shaped. They even
appeared to beat like hearts. Finally, no 'Heart Eye' reaction is complete
without a goofy grin. 
	Strangely enough, 'Heart Eyes' is not a painful condition. 
	"What a dreamboat!" Usagi sighed. 
	"Yeah, like...totally!" Naru agreed. 
	Nephrite watched the game for awhile before coming to a decision.
"Put more weight into the ball!" he shouted and hurdled the fence with a
single bound. 
	The two players stopped playing at once at the sight of the man
clearing a high fence a la Superman. Had they been living in Nerima, this
would be an everyday occurrence, and so would be ignored. But this is
Juuban. You just didn't see that much jumping over fences around here. 
	Using the distraction to its full effect, Nephrite took the racket
from Rui's partner. "I want to see your serve," he instructed. "Show me." 
	Rui nodded and stepped back to the baseline. Using a
well-practiced routine, she bounced the ball on the ground three times,
raised both it and the racket to face Nephrite. The racket was swung back
as Rui tossed the ball high in the air. With precise timing, she swiped
the racket high into the air, spanking the ball dead-center, and followed
through. 
	The ball sailed at Nephrite, who pivoted for the return. And he
did. Hard. The ball rocketed from the racket face and over the net.
Frantic, Rui jockeyed for a position to return the ball. She managed to
hit the ball, at least, but the shot had such power that the racket was
knocked from her hand and clattered to the ground. 
	An amused smile crossed Nephrite's face. "A fly could've landed on
that serve," he declared, and progressed toward Rui. 
	Rui stared at her grounded racket for a little bit, and then
turned back to Nephrite and asked, in a slightly unfriendly voice, "Who
are you, anyway?" 
	Nephrite was now standing over the racket. Pseudonym time. He bent
down while saying, "Sanjoin Masato, a curious tennis coach." As Sanjoin
"Nephrite" Masato grabbed the racket, he concentrated, calling forth the
powers at his command. A red glowing mark appeared on the racket's butt;
the mark of the Youma. 
	It vanished as quickly as it appeared. 
	Nephrite stood and handed the impregnated racket to Rui. "Just put
more weight into your serve," he said. "I guarantee you that it will blow
the opposition's socks off." 
	Rui nodded skeptically and stepped over to the baseline again
opposite a boy that had finished a game with his own partner. She went
through the mantra of motion once more: bounce, two, three, lift, two,
three, drop, throw, swing, hit, follow through, rest. 
	Except this time, there was a difference. 
	Again, Rui swung the racket back and the ball was tossed in the
air. Rui then swept the racket high, reaching for the heavens
themselves...while putting more weight into it as she was instructed. The
racket almost literally glowed with power, it seemed to Rui (it was).
Power surged through herself and into the racket, striking the ball again,
and Rui could actually detect that the ball almost squishing flat. 
	The ball flew like it was possessed. It slammed into the boy and
was knocked back into the fence. 
	"Wow..." Rui whispered. "I wanna try that again!" 
	In just a few minutes, Rui bombarded all the remaining boys with
balls that sought heads, arms and stomachs like heat-seeking missiles
patrolling for the kill. In minutes, they were all scared off or knocked
out. Rui surveyed the carnage and laughed out loud, hard, and long. A
Kodachi-brand Evil Bad Girl (tm) laugh. 
	"Wow, your sister is COOL!" Usagi grinned. 
	Naru didn't. Something was wrong with Rui. She was too sweet a
girl to do such things. 

	Hikawa Shrine. The three Senshi were gathered around its entrance. 
Rei had made sure that her grandfather was well away so that he wouldn't
overhear anything he wasn't supposed to. Oh well, at least he hadn't tried
to induct Usagi and Ami into being temple-girls. 
	Luna leapt onto the porch and sat beside Ami. She had just
finished the story about how the Dark Kingdom had destroyed the Silver
Millennium several thousand years ago. The next thing was going to be
presented almost immediately. 
	"We found a girl who might be from the Dark Kingdom," Rei declared
matter-of-factly. 
	"WHAAT?!" Usagi and Luna yelped in perfect sync. "What do you mean
you found you found a girl from the Dark Kingdom?!" 
	Ami blinked innocently. "Wow! Did you practice that?" 
	"Never mind that!" Luna snapped as Usagi continued to freak out.
"What happened? Where is she now?" 
	"In the hospital," answered Ami. 
	"The..." "...hospital?" Usagi and Luna asked together. 
	Rei and Ami nodded gravely. "She seemed to be ill," Rei added. 
	"But an Earth hospital wouldn't know what to do with her," Luna
countered, looking at the two girls strangely. 
	"Rei! Ami! Are you sure she's from the Dark Kingdom?  If she is
then she's the enemy! She's evil, and she'll hurt and threaten people and
try to kill us!" Usagi wailed as she started to run around in place.
"WAAAHHH!!! I DON'T WANNA DIE! IT'LL RUIN MY DAY!!" 
	"I am cursed..." Luna murmured. 
	Ami stood up, displacing Luna and causing her to NOT land on her
feet (*thud*), and grabbed Usagi by the arms, holding her still. She
looked into the blonde's eyes and said, sternly, "USAGI, CHILL OUT!" 
	Two girls and one cat stared at her incredule. "Ami! You never
said anything like _that_ before!" 
	Ami smiled. "I know. The shock value has calmed down Usagi." 
	Rei and Luna realized this. Usagi did to. "Umm...Why did you do
that?" asked the ditzoid. 
	"So you'd listen to us," answered her friend. "We found the girl
in near- shock in the park. She was delirious, and required medical
attention. That's why we took her to the hospital; they know as much about
Youma biology as we do, and they're better equipped for it." 
	"But..." 
	Ami shushed her. "Shh...Listen. The girl has a two hearts,
duplicates of most major organs, and a denser muscular structure.  We
don't know for sure that she is from the Dark Kingdom, especially since we
do know that there are other humans who display extreme forms of strength
and powers.  If she is a Youma, then why did she show up in such dire
condition, without helpers, and not already attacking people for their
energy?" 
	"If she is from the Dark Kingdom, it is more likely that she
escaped from their given her condition.  If that's true, then she could be
a force on our side, if we can convince her that we're trustworthy.  We
can be sure that we do not have the best of reputations on their side.  If
we can convince her, and get intelligence of what is happening on their
side, then the war could be over that much sooner." 
	"Of course, it could all be some sort of elaborate trap," Ami
finished. 
	Rei frowned. "Jeez, that inspires a lot of confidence." 

	Childras appeared within the great chamber of the Dark Kingdom in
front of Beryl. "Queen Beryl, my liege, I have bad news." He knew that his
life was forfeit by telling the queen, but if he didn't there were worse
punishments than death... 
	"What is this bad news, Crypt-Keeper?" Beryl asked absently. 
	"Lord Jadeite..." Childras explained. "He's gone!" 
	"Gone?!" 
	"Gone! Not there! Missing! Vamoosed! Wandered off! AWOL! His
crystal is missing amongst the other Sleepers!" the frantic Crypt-Keeper
explained. "I went to check on him just this morning, and he was gone!" 
	Beryl frowned. If Jadeite was free, he would count himself lucky
that he had escaped and lay low. Of course, he could go to the Senshi to
ask for amnesty in exchange for information about the Dark Kingdom.
Although Jadeite was a fool, he did have access to some very sensitive
knowledge. He put it to good use, which was why he was allowed to serve
her still, until he failed once too often. 
	Of course, by freezing him in Eternal Crystal, Jadeite would not
be discrete with his information. He knows that his life in the Dark
Kingdom is over, and thus he would either be reimprisoned or killed, more
likely killed, if and when he was found. Jadeite now had nothing to lose
by going to the Senshi. 
	This was _very_ serious. 
	"Childras, as you were the one to lose him," Beryl ordered, "you
shall be the one to recover him." 
	"But my liege, he is a Dark General! He'll make Youma meatloaf out
of me!" the little Youma choked. 
	"Either recover him, and all will be forgiven," Beryl offered, "or
suffer his fate. That is your choice." 
	"Y-Yes, Queen Beryl..." Childras disappeared in a puff of smoke. 
	Queen Beryl let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm surrounded by
IDIOTS!" she fumed. 

	Wyrm's eyes fluttered open. She looked dizzily around, searching
for something. "Shoes..." she groaned. 
	A nurse found her searching the locker at the side of her bed for
something. "NO!" she snapped, pulling Wyrm back into the bed. "Don't move!
You've had a rough time, and we don't want you moving around until we know
what's wrong with you." 
	"Shoes," whispered Wyrm. "Must...have...my...shoes..." 
	"Your shoes are safe, miss," the nurse informed the wily patient.
"Don't worry about them; they're safe." 
	A knock came from the door. The nurse put Wyrm on her back again
and found that she had passed out again. Sighing, she called to the
visitors, "Come in!" 
	The door opened to reveal the two girls that had brought the
patient in, plus another girl with a cat. "Hello," said the nurse, "I'm
sorry, but he's passed out again. Er, cats aren't allowed in the ICU,
Miss." 
	"Oops! Sorry!" Usagi giggled, blushing. She stepped outside and
put Luna down. "Stay out here and be a good kitty, Luna." 
	"Every hospital has the same stupid rule!" the cat whispered harshly.
	The nurse came out a moment later. She saw the cat waiting patiently by 
the door and smiled. The cat looked up at her with what the nurse could later 
swear was a dirty look.

	Soon after they entered the room, Ami took another quick scan.  The 
green haired girls glucose level was quickly coming back to normal, but it 
would still be quite a while before she was well.  There was also a large chance 
of brain damage due to the trauma that could induce this condition.
	"She doesn't seem like a treat Rei!"  Usagi said as she looked over the 
young woman.  "Actually, she's kind of cute."
	Rei looked over at Usagi, "Oh yeah?  Then why did she arrive in a 
telephone booth!"
	Usagi looked back at Rei, "A telephone booth?  Yeah right.  Like she's 
going to talk us to death."
	Rei narrowed her eyes at Usagi, "As if the Dark Kingdom hasn't tried 
everything else.  Why not this?"
	Ami sighed quietly to herself, "Maybe Luna's right about being 
cursed..."
	Wyrm opened an eye slowly because of the slightly loud argument 
coming from the two girls sticking tongues out at each other.  Why they would 
want to do that, she had no idea, but it did make them look cute. One of the two 
girls noticed her and turned to stare.  She was around fourteen. The girl's long 
raven hair framed an intense face.  Wyrm could swear she could feel a 
tangible malice coming from her, but more out of caution than anything else.
	She quickly scanned the room to find two other girls there. A blue-
haired girl and a blonde of about the same age. Both of these were wearing 
sailor fuku school uniforms. The blue-haired girl had her hair cut short, and 
her face radiated calm intelligence. The blonde had her hair in balls and 
ponytails that reached down to her knees. Her eyes showed curiosity and 
wonder as she looked at her.
	She gave a friendly smile. That seemed to make the blond girl perk up a 
lot, but for some reason it seemed to make the other two tense up.
	Wyrm turned back to the first girl, searching her memory for a name to 
attach to the face. She had seen it before...sometime in the galaxy...Aha!  "Hino 
Rei," she said simply. She couldn't be sure, of course; regenerative shock 
wrecked havoc with memory, especially when forced or hastened. 
	"You know my name?!" asked Rei as she drew back. This girl was getting 
to be more and more of a surprise.  And Rei did not like surprises.  Especially 
since the Dark Kingdom could attack at any moment.  Given how she had 
appeared, and from what Ami's examination had revealed, she was scared of 
what might happen.
	"Yeah...at least I think so," Wyrm answered groggily. Something in the 
back of her mind insisted that what she was about to do was a Bad Thing.  But it 
couldn't be that bad, could it? And why did that little bit of her mind let out an 
anguished cry of frustration? "The blonde over there's Tsukino Usagi, and the 
blue-haired one is Mizuno Ami; AKA, Sailors Moon and Mercury. And you're 
Mars," Wyrm answered frankly.
	"Great!" Rei sighed. /*We're dead!*/ she thought. 
	"So much for secret identities..." Ami agreed. "How did you find out who 
we were?" 
	Wyrm blinked for a few seconds, bewildered by the question. Finally, 
she dredged up the answer: "I remember reading about your bio-extracts.  
However, my memory's still not working very well, so I'm not too sure about 
it." 
	Rei sighed, exasperated. She was probably known to the whole Dark 
Kingdom by now, the guy who did it was long gone, and the girl in front of her 
was probably some sort of advance agent or scout here to do her worst.  The 
fact that she looked like a normal school girl probably meant that she was to 
infiltrate their schools.  Rei's whole family was probably going to be a Dark 
Kingdom target, and to top it off, that ditzy Usagi wanted to trust her! This was 
definitely turning out to be a crappy day.  "Listen,"  she began, "Whoever you 
are..." 
	"You don't know my name?" Wyrm asked, then looked puzzled.  "What is 
my name?" 
	Rei looked startled at Ami. Ami looked thoughtfully at Usagi. Usagi 
looked ditzily at Rei. Then they all looked hard at Wyrm. 
	"Did I say something wrong?" 
	Finally, Ami asked, "You can't remember?" 
	Wyrm shook her head. "Not at the moment, no. I'll probably remember 
eventually." Wyrm paused a second. "Or possibly not."
	After taking an obligatory moment to facefault ("*OOF!*"), the girls 
turned away into a huddle. 
	"You think she's serious?" Rei asked. 
	"I think so...She has gone through some unknown strain that put her 
brain out of whack. She wasn't faking any disorientation earlier; her glucose 
levels prove it." 
	"Can't we just go home?" 
	"Usagi! There's a girl here who might be from the Dark Kingdom, who 
knows who and what we are, and probably where we live.  Besides the danger 
to our families, we have to think of the patients here!" 
	"I have the strangest feeling that we can trust her," the blonde said 
simply.
	"Trust her?!" Rei hissed, glaring at Usagi incredule. "Usagi, the girl's 
probably from the Dark Kingdom! I wouldn't trust her as far as I could throw 
my planet!"
	Ami, however, just stared at Usagi with an amazed look. "You too?" 
	"Huh?" Rei asked. 
	"When I look at her, I see confusion, worries, but an openness to her 
features." Ami explained. "It says that she means no harm, and is trustworthy." 
	"I don't believe you guys!" Rei grimaced, fire rising in her eyes.  
/*They've been replaced by pods!*/ she thought. 
	"Rei, she's one of the patients. she was out of it; you said so yourself.  
Besides, if she acts funny, we'll just moon dust her!" Usagi grinned.
	"Usagi's right," Ami declared, "we can keep an eye on her while she's in 
the hospital, and if she trys anything, we move in."
	"Alright, alright! We'll do it," Rei acquiesced. "Break!" The Senshi came 
out of the huddle to find Wyrm passed out on the bed. "Well, she's not going to 
be much of a problem at the moment...Who's got first watch?"

	Usagi had the night watch, sitting on a chair, looking very drowsy.  
Luna was asleep in her lap. Wyrm had not awoken in the intervening four 
hours since she took watch after Rei. Ami had homework to do, after all. 
	Rei had used a pretty fancy piece of verbal sparring to trick Usagi into 
watching the patient, hitting on Usagi's gullibility where people were 
concerned.  She had acted like she wanted to fry the girl at first opportunity.
	/*Rei will pay for this,*/ thought Usagi darkly. She let out a silent yawn 
and mused, "She won't wake up...she's just too out of it."  With that, she fell 
soundly asleep.
	*BRAAWWWWW!!!!!*
	Wyrm woke to the sound of a loud buzzsaw-like sound. She brought her 
head up and looked around the room to see what the heck was going on, and 
found it was Usagi making all that racket. She rolled her eyes. "Natch..."
	The regen-shocked Time Lady rubbed her temples. "Idiots didn't put 
glucose in my IV. That would've helped my condition. Blast! If they did, 
remembering would be easier. What is my name?  Oh well, might as well make 
up one.  Hmm...Setsuna sounds good for some reason, I'll stick with that."
	Setsuna raised herself out of bed and tumbled into the bathroom. She 
examined her face. "Hmmmm...Not a bad looking girl, all things considered." 
she appraised, carefully scrutinizing the face that she would be wearing for 
the next few hundred years.  "Shorter than my old one, smaller, and younger, 
and cute besides!  I must have been doused with water sometime for this to 
have happened."
	Standing back to admire the frame she was put in, she wondered aloud 
idly, "I wonder what my male form looks like?"  She drew a cup of cold water 
and doused herself with it. 
	Setsuna felt a familiar change occurring throughout her body; except 
for some reason that's all it was, a feeling.  Looking in the mirror, she realized 
that she was still female.  There was some small difference, but then again, she 
would naturally be female after dousing herself with cold water.  Her mind was 
still suffering regen shock, quite a lot of it if she was this bad.
	/*Huh? Why am I still female?*/ she thought, her mind beginning to 
experience the first stages of blind panic. She did, however, get a grip on 
herself before she got much past shuddering in fear. /*Ohyeah...It's a 
nyanniichuan.fgi. Cold water equals female. HOT water is male.*/ Setsuna 
turned the hot water tap to fill with hot water, which would change her back 
into a he. At least, that's the way it worked in the past. However, all she got was 
a loud gurgling sound.
	She shut off the tap quickly, wondering with frustration and 
annoyance what had happened. Her eye wandered to a small note next to the 
sink which she had blatantly ignored before, but Setsuna could now see that it 
was an important announcement: 

[
	Tokyo General Hospital has experienced a problem with the water 
heaters, which mandated that the hot water lines be shut off and drained. We 
apologize for the inconvenience. 
	Should you require hot water, just ask the friendly hospital staff to 
accommodate you. 

                                                      -- The Staff
]

	Setsuna smacked her forehead. /*Great!*/
	She was so distracted by her plight, that a knock at her door just about 
made her jump out of her skin. 
	"Miss, it's time to take your medicine..." a feminine voice on the other 
side called. 
	/*Uh oh!*/ Setsuna yeeped and flattened herself against the door just as 
it opened. 
	It swung easily open, not because the nurse had the strength of a 
monster and didn't know it, but because Setsuna used a martial arts technique 
called variously 'nezumi nakaguchinigete', "mouse scurrying into a hole", or 
as the Drachekunst called it, 'Maus dueschhoehlehuschen'. Basically, fade into 
the woodwork; fail to be noticed; be neither seen nor heard; become someone 
else's problem. 
	Among other things, if you hide behind a door and it is opened, then 
you will move with the door as if you were a painting on it. The nurse closed 
the door behind her and walked toward the corner that Setsuna's bed lay 
behind. 
	The nurse saw Usagi asleep on a chair, and a cat in her lap. She decided 
to let it go while she gave her patient her medicine. 
	She then turned the corner and gasped, dropping the tray. 
	Thinking quickly, Setsuna moved in and tapped a pressure point on the 
back of the nurse's neck. She fell immediately unconscious and fell to the 
floor.  Setsuna then swept up the falling tray and nurse in each arm before 
they could crash into the floor. 
	Setsuna breathed hard as she set down her burden gently on the 
ground.  The adrenaline worked at her brain as she turned toward Usagi 
sleeping (and still snoring loudly), and Luna also, who had clamped her ears 
shut to cut out Usagi's snore. 
	The adrenaline jogged a few memories in Setsuna's mind, and she 
became more anxious. /*Damn! Now I remember what's going on!  Someone 
sent me here to be killed by the Senshi!  I need to escape...FAST!
	But how?*/ she wondered, as she felt something at the back of her head 
nag at her. A tingle, almost. 
	The tingle...it felt familiar. Something having to do with her species.  A 
mental contact, faint, but too faint to locate or get a grasp on what it was, and 
now it was gone. She fretted, then shook her head, dismissing it as a glitch. 
	She turned the nurse over onto her back, still snoozing peacefully, then 
turned to Usagi.  Perhaps by imitating the girl, she could escape. Looking at 
her, she wondered for a second how she would be able to do it?
	Setsuna calmly examined Usagi, and remembered the transformation 
pen that she carried. Also remembered was Setsuna's own knowledge of 
dimensional trancendentality and how the 'Moon Pocket' worked.
	Setsuna grinned as a plan formed. "How conveeeenient!" 
	Like a cat, she tiptoed up to the sleeping girl and reached out with her 
mind, trying to 'feel' the dimensional pocket that she knew was there. 
	/*Jackpot!*/ thought Setsuna triumphantly and reached into the 
pocket, causing it to shimmer a little, and began grasping around within it for 
the pen. Setsuna grasped a long, thin object that felt right and smiled. 
	Usagi smacked her lips and shifted position, slightly disturbing the 
moon cat in her lap. Luna shifted and moved, cracking open her bleary eyes to 
find a new and more comfortable position. Setsuna froze solid as the cat half-
awoke; she knew that this cat was sentient and possessed language.  She prayed 
to Rassilon that Luna would not notice.
	Luna curled up and fell asleep in Usagi's lap again. Setsuna let out a sigh 
and pulled the transformation pen out all the way. She tiptoed away and stood 
in a clear area of the room.  She then stopped.  /*Who the heck is Rassilon?  
Must be a deity that I worship or something.  Ah well, back to the task at 
hand.*/
	After waiting until she was sure that both beings were still sound 
asleep, she whispered thoughtfully to herself, "Okay, if I remember correctly, 
the activation sequence is..." She stood and held the pen high, and commanded 
clearly to it: "Moon Power, change me into Tsukino Usagi!" 
	Nothing happened. 
	Setsuna narrowed her eyes. "okay...um..." Inspiration hit. She did her 
best to replicate the tones and speech patterns of Usagi, and chanted again:  
"Moon Power, change me into a totally cool copy of Usagi!" 
	Still nothing. 
	"C'mon, you baka pen!" she hissed, glaring at it and shaking it like a 
soda can. 
	It totally ignored her. "Crap..." she swore quietly, turning the useless 
artifact over in her hand and studying it as if it would eventually tell her its 
secrets if she tried hard enough. 
	It more or less did just that. "Wait! This isn't a ruby! It's something 
else..." she thought aloud and softly after studying the jewel set at the end.  
"Isn't this a quartzonium crystal?" Quartzonium... 
	A mad grin spread upon her face. 
	"Eureka!" she declared, and went to the closet where her clothes were 
stored. "Now where did I put it?" Rummaging through the coat pockets, she 
pulled out and recovered some baubles and most of the important tools, putting 
them in a small paper bag. 
	Setsuna pulled out a silver-colored cylindrical widget about as long as 
her flat hand and as wide as her pinkie finger and smiled. "Okay, setting four 
at 12.774...cyclic two should do the trick..." 
	She raised the pen above her head, putting the head of the widget to the 
crystal set in the end, repeated the chant... 

	"Moon Power, change me into a totally cool copy of Usagi!" 

	...and pulled the barrel-trigger of the widget down. 
	A high-frequency, pulsating whine buzzed from the tip for a second as 
the trigger was held, causing the jewel to flicker in unison, and then spark 
with power as the trigger was released and the sound killed. 
	"Bitchin'!" 
	The Moon Kingdom Transformation Pen had activated. 
	The pen spewed forth its magic, and lifted out of her hand. It spun like a 
top in midair, threads of magic weaving around Setsuna silhouetting her 
against the Moon. 
	Setsuna felt her body change slightly to exactly match that of Usagi. The 
mystic threads and hospital gown merged, morphing into the what Usagi was 
currently wearing, replicated completely in every attribute. The pen, its 
magic performed, settled back into Setsuna's hand.
	Now disguised as Usagi, Setsuna took a moment to examine herself in the 
mirror. "Perfect to the last detail," she declared. She lifted the widget and gave 
it a gratified smile. "Sonic screwdriver, you are probably THE most useful tool 
since pliers! Thank yew!" she cooed and kissed it. Pocketing it and the 
transformation pen, she snatched up her bag of tricks and pushed it into a 
now transdimensional pocket. 
	Setsuna was about to step out when she realized, "Key! I forgot the key!" 
She rummaged through the bag, chanting "Key! Key! Key! Key!" Nope, not 
there. Then through the discarded junk. "Key! Key!" No dice. Then under her 
bed, in the various drawers and cupboards. "Key! Key! Key!" Nada. Nearing 
panic, Setsuna stood still, finger on her temple and eyes closed. 
	She didn't realize how much her actions duplicated the actual Usagi.
	The Time Lady snapped open her eyes and smiled. She grabbed her old 
shoes and shook out one, then another. Out of one, she got an old Dr.  Scholl's 
Food Deodorizer. Out of the other, a shield-shaped medal on a silvery chain 
dropped out.
	"Of course!" Setsuna shrugged, putting it around her neck. "Obvious 
place!"  To better conceal it, she dropped the medal down the front of the 
uniform, right into her cleavage. Setsuna jumped at the sensation. "Oooh!  
Cold!" She patted it down, moving to the door. After a second's pause to see if 
she forgot anything, she went out the door, closing it gently behind her.

	The woman sighed. That had been close, she decided. The Guardian of the 
Timegate had almost been detected by the Time Lady.  This one had acute senses 
indeed; normally, their telepathy wouldn't have stood a chance of detecting 
her at her current phase-level.  Of course there might be a reason for this, and 
she was actually scared at the possibility.
	The young woman had looked like a younger version of herself.
	If this was true, it would possibly explain how she was able to affect 
time, and possibly more.  The girl had assumed the name that she herself now 
used.  If the girl was her, then why didn't she remember?
	None the less, this Time Lady was a powerful one; she would prove 
useful in the Senshi's battles. In fact, the Guardian was sure that this Time 
Lady was trained by the Doctor himself. 

	"USAGI! WAKE UP!!" Luna screeched.
	Usagi screamed and jumped out of the seat, promptly klutzed out, and 
landed on her rump. "Owchie!" she moaned, and then shot a pissed-off glare at 
Luna. "Wadja do that for?!"
	"The girl is gone!" Luna cried.
	Usagi looked toward the bed and found it empty. She looked down and 
saw that the nurse was unconscious with a clutch of medicines at her side.
	"Nurse-san! Are you alright?!" Usagi called to her as she shook the 
unfortunate nurse awake.
	"Uhhn..." she groaned, shaking her head and opening her eyes. 
"What...? The last thing I remember...I saw that the girls bed was empty...and 
then a tingling at the back of my neck...and then darkness."
	Luna, now perched on Usagi's shoulder, whispered to her, "Ask her 
what time that was."
	"What time was it?" Usagi repeated.
	The nurse's brow furrowed a little in thought. "It was at the 9 PM 
medication run," she recalled. "I usually get to this girls room around fourteen 
minutes into the run, so it would be 9:14, right?" She blinked, looking a lot 
more in the here and now. "Why? What time is it now? How long was I out?"
	Usagi looked toward the wall clock. "10:41."
	"An hour and a half," she estimated, which was close enough to the 
actual value of an hour and twenty seven minutes.
	Luna gained a puzzled look, which the nurse thought was cute. /*That's 
odd...Usually, a victim of an energy drain stay out for hours, at least three. And 
the nurse seems fully aware now. It takes humans a full hour to fully recover. 
That means she wasn't drained.
	/*Why wouldn't she drain anyone's energy at such an opportunity?*/ 
Luna asked herself. /*Unless that wasn't her mission, or she really is someone 
who escaped.*/
	"Usagi, get out of the hospital and call the other Senshi," she whispered. 
"This is an emergency."

	Setsuna, still disguised as Usagi, stepped out of the hospital without 
being stopped. She smiled confidently. "Now, all I have to do is make it back to 
the TARDIS," she whispered, and started down the street.

	An hour later...
	"WHERE THE HECK IS IT!?!"

	At the Hino Temple, the Sailor Senshi had gathered once again. It was an 
emergency meeting, to try and trace the mysterious girl that they had left at 
the hospital.
	"How could you let her get away?!" Rei shouted at the blonde. "Let me 
guess! You fell asleep! Usagi, you knew that she's a potential enemy and is 
probably dangerous and yet you go and fall asleep on us! How stupid can you 
get?!"
	"Oh, shut up, Rei! If you wanted to be so sure, why didn't you keep 
watch?!" Usagi snapped back.
	"Because I had already done my stint and Ami had to study for her test!"
	Things very quickly degenerated into a cat fight between the two girls, 
much to the disappointment of Luna the cat and the amazement of Ami.
	"It's amazing how they can let themselves be totally distracted by a fight 
when such evil is afoot," Ami observed.
	Luna sighed with chagrin. "Why me? Why am I stuck with such a 
motley bunch? Well, I guess I have no choice left."
	With that, she whipped out a Big Ass Mallet (tm) from hammerspace and 
bludgeoned the both of them.
	*BAM!**BAM!*
	Needless to say, the two shut up in a very short order.
	"Stop fighting, you two!" Luna hissed, making the mallet 
go...somewhere, "We have a job to do: find this girl! That means to save this 
little argument for until we find her and neutralize her! Clear?!"
	"Crystal..."
	"Clear..."
	"Right!" Luna took a couple of deep breaths before continuing. "Usagi, 
Rei, Ami, Transform!"
	"Right!" all three acknowledged.
	"MOON PRISM POWER!"
	"MERCURY POWER!"
	"MARS POWER!"
	"CAT POW...Oops! Sorry!" Luna blushed. The girls rolled their eyes.
	"MAKE UP!" they called simultaneously, completing the activation 
mantra. The three girls went through their respective transformation 
sequences, their Senshi uniforms forming around them. Soon, they were 
ready for the hunt.
	"Let's go!" shouted Moon, and the team moved off.

	Childras stalked through the streets, searching for the Dark General 
that had caused all of his problems. Childras idly wondered how the heck 
Jadeite got out of Eternal Crystal; it was supposed to be impervious to all forms 
of escape. That means that if Jadeite escaped, he had to have had help.
	And he already had a clue, albeit a slim one.
	He didn't get a chance to tell Beryl, but he had found several strands of 
greenish black hair that had been left on the pedestal, as well as small lock of 
hair that had caught against a doorway in the attempt to escape.  If he couldn't 
find Jadeite, he would attempt to find this green haired person.  All he really 
needed was a way to trace her.  Of course, anyone who could escape with 
Jadeite was not to be toyed with.
	That was bad, Childras decided, as this assignment had very little 
probability of survival in the first place. The only way that he could clear his 
name, and avoid suffering the same fate as Jadeite had was to recover him, fast. 
Hence the guise.
	He was currently in a human Glamour as not to attract undue attention 
to himself. This Glamour currently covered up his normally monstrous 
insectoid form with one perfectly human. This was fortunate and constructive, 
as then he would not have humans running screaming from him, which 
would attract the attention of the Sailor Senshi, and he definitely had no need 
to confront them now.
	"Excuse me, do you know who I am?" asked a female voice behind him.
	Childras turned to face a girl with two ridiculously long pony tails and a 
school uniform. He raised an eyebrow in confusion.
	Setsuna had felt something unfamiliar in this person's aura, whatever 
that was, and decided that if anyone knew his/her identity, this one would.
	"What?" asked Childras.
	"Well, I need some help, you see..." Setsuna explained. "I have a name, I 
don't think it's the name I used to have, and I'm trying to find out if it is.  I call 
myself Setsuna you see but I'm quite sure I'm not from around here, and if I'm 
not from around here, then my name could be wrong.  If it's wrong, then I 
need someone to tell me what my name is."
      Childras stood open mouthed for a second before smiling as he probed this 
person. Besides being very long winded, she had a strong aura, and he had the 
proper training to draw energy. Time for some gratuitous energy gathering...
	He dropped the Glamour.
	Setsuna stepped back as the human form melted and twisted grotesquely 
into that of Childras' natural insectoid form. "Erk!" she squeaked.
	"Your energy is mine!" Childras rumbled, and struck out for her head.
	Unfortunately for him, Setsuna dodged out of the way too fast to be 
grabbed, as the hard-wired automatic response program of her multiple-
styled, high-powered martial-arts training kicked in. Childras drew back 
puzzled. "Impossible..."
	Setsuna shrugged. "Well, obviously it's not. Otherwise I wouldn't have 
been able to dodge that."
	Childras growled in anger. He would NOT be showed up by this human. 
He struck out again. Setsuna vaulted over the Youma, bounced off his head, and 
landed behind him. "I ain't going to be monster food, thankyeverymuch!" She 
started running. A growling Childras pursued.

	Sailor Moon stepped around the corner followed by Mercury, wearing 
her virtual visor, and Mars and Luna underfoot. "See any sign of that girl 
yet?" Luna asked.
	Mercury shook her head, examining the symbols and graphs 
superimposed on her view of the world. "I'm afraid not. Her bio-profile hasn't 
shown up."
	"She's gotta be somewhere!" Sailor Moon grumbled in frustration. "I'm 
missing out on some perfectly good sleep!"
	Mars rolled her eyes.
	"SOMEONE HELP!" a very familiar female voice screamed. The Senshis' 
heads swiveled simultaneously to look behind them to see a blond haired girl 
with two odango being chased by what looked like a praying mantis. When she 
spotted the Senshi, she screeched to a halt in front of them, then turned 
around to face the creature, then back again at the Senshi, as if she was 
unsure which was the greater evil.
	"Hey! It's...It's me!" Sailor Moon observed, then calmed up when she 
realized her faux pas.
	"HOW!" Luna shrieked.
	Setsuna narrowed her eyes at the Senshi. Deciding that the creature was 
probably the greater evil, Setsuna adopted a planted stance facing him. "Usagi, 
Ami, Rei!" she whispered to the Senshi, "You're job is to protect innocents from 
evil, right?" The shell-shocked Senshi just stared; not another one who knew 
their secret identities! "AM I RIGHT?!" Setsuna stressed. At their nods, she 
continued, "Then help me take out this bastard!"
	"How did you know--?" Rei started. They might as well wear nametags 
saying, [Hello, my name is Ami/Rei/Bimbo...] (*THUMP!* "REI NO BAKA!") 
"Nevermind...Later..."
	"HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?!" Sailor Moon whined. "WAAAHHHHHH!! I 
JUST WANNA BE A NORMAL GIRL! WAAAHHHHH!!!" The others rolled their eyes.
	Giving up on getting help from the three Senshi, Setsuna addressed the 
creature, while suddenly doing some silly poses with her hands. "I warn you, 
creature, I am a master of the Drachekunst Martial Arts! I'm not going to be 
easily beaten.  In the name of all that's good, I will defeat you!"
	Luna's ears drooped.  "If that isn't Usagi, she's certainly doing a good 
imitation..."
	"Foolish mortal!" Childras roared and struck at her. Setsuna dodged 
deftly to the side, letting the blows pass harmlessly. Becoming more and more 
frustrated, the Youma finally struck down at the disguised Time Lady with one 
of his claws.
	Seeing an opening, Setsuna vaulted over this blow, and planted her feet 
firmly into the Youma's head. It turned out to be a mistake, as the Youma was 
not a human, and did not lose his balance as Setsuna expected. Instead, he took 
the blow and used the opportunity to slam Setsuna something nasty. She flew 
back and landed in a trash heap.
	*CRASH!*
	*CLATTER!*
	*CLANK!*
	"uhh..." Setsuna managed to articulate before passing out with twisty 
eyes. (@.@) The Transformation Pen fell out of her pocket and landed with a 
clank in the trash heap. The power disengaged and both the school uniform 
and figure morphed back into the hospital gown and Setsuna's own.
	"HEY, YOUMA!" Sailor Moon shouted, and doing silly poses. "Young girls 
should be having fun and studying! To attack them is unforgivable! I am the 
guardian of Love and Justice, the beautiful sailor-suited warrior, Sailor Moon! 
In the name of the Moon, I shall right wrongs and punish over evil! And that 
means you!"
	"What she said!" Mars chimed in.
	"That goes for me, too!" added Mercury.
	"Heh!" Childras hissed. "Prepare to die!"

                              End Episode One.

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Ichinohei Hitomi
Hitomi@terminal.autobahn.mb.ca
http://204.112.189.3/~hitomi
"The beginings of wisdom is the ability to always ask questions."