EMSiT Productions Presents:
To Stand Alone
by: Una Moonstar and Quicksilver
standard disclaimers

Earlier parts at ff.net and
http://www.demando.net/emsit
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Chapter Five: Gravitational Forces

	Usagi walked into the arcade, her pockets bulging
with pocket money.   She hadn't had time to be
spending lately, and she had decided to reward herself
with a nice, long day at the arcade for retrieving the
yellow nijizuishou.   She patted her purse with her
left hand, reassuring herself that it was still there.

	"Hi!" she chirped cheerfully as the door swung open.

	"Hey, Usagi-chan!" Motoki said, peeking up from
behind the counter.   "It's good to see you
smiling..."

"It's good to *be* smiling," Usagi responded as she
bounced over to the counter and plopped herself onto a
free stool.

"Can I get you anything? Like maybe a triple chocolate
fudge milkshake?" Motoki asked, grinning wickedly.

The blonde girl bit her lower lip. "Oh, the
temptation..." She shook her hand around in her
pocket, both hearing and feeling the change jingle and
finally nodded. "Oh, why not! I came here today to
treat myself! A triple chocolate fudge milkshake it
is!" The blonde young man chuckled as he turned to
fill the order.

"And what exactly do you have to be so chipper about?"
a male voice said from her left a bit grouchily.

Usagi blinked as she turned her head to face the
source and found Mamoru sitting there, frowning
slightly. "Things have just... gone well for me
lately, that's all. Something wrong with that?" Her
tone was slightly defensive, but in general, she was
too happy with herself to really get angry.

An ebony eyebrow rose. "Oh, no. Of course not." He
grimaced and rolled his shoulders stiffly. "Just
remember that not everybody can have it as good as
you."

The petite blonde caught herself just before she threw
out a stinging retort and really looked at the young
man next to her. He was sitting precariously on the
edge of the seat, and every motion seemed to cause
some degree of pain. "Are you okay? You look like you
got run over by a steamroller. Either that or someone
decided to use you as a pi�ata." She smiled inside as
she remembered Tuxedo Kamen's latest predicament.

His head turned sharply at the comment. "I'm fine," he
snapped. "Just... had a session with my karate
teacher. I'm a bit out of practice with me focusing on
my studies so much."

It was the girl's turn to raise an eyebrow. Somehow
she knew he was lying, but it didn't feel like the
time or place to call him on it. "So... you're okay?"
she asked, concerned, as Motoki arrived with her
shake, complete with whipped cream and sprinkles. "Oh,
thanks, Motoki! This looks delicious!"

"Anything for you, Mamoru?" Motoki asked his friend.

"Coffee... and keep the pot handy.... I think I'm
going to need lots of caffeine."

"Finals getting to you?" Motoki asked in mock
surprise.   "I never thought I'd see the day...." he
said as he handed over the unbreakable white cup all
restaurants seemed to be fond of.

"You are seriously asking to have this poured down
your shirt..." Mamoru threatened grimly.  

"Promises, promises."

Usagi watched the exchange with amusement before
shutting her eyes and taking a sip.   The chocolate
flowed through her mouth smoothly, and she could not
keep from sighing in pleasure.   Sometimes she had to
take the time to savor the smaller pleasures in life.

In the midst of her indulgence, Usagi never noticed
Motoki leave with one last quip and Mamoru adjust his
gaze to focus on her. She also never saw his eyes
soften slightly as he took in the smooth pale skin,
full lips, and long dark lashes of the girl at his
side. And if she had, she wouldn't have believed it.
She was brought back to reality by a sharp muttered
curse, and she opened her sapphire blue eyes to find
the ebony-haired young man next to her rubbing his
biceps fiercely. "What's wrong?" she asked, confused.

 "Cramp," was his short reply.

She took a closer look at the area he was rubbing.
"And bruises. Boy, I guess I'm glad I don't take
karate lessons if the teacher beats you up like this."
She grinned. "Life throws enough surprises at me as it
is without volunteering for a beating."

"...I'm in a really advanced class," he said.   "You
should consider taking some kind of martial arts
course, or maybe even just a self-defense class.   You
need to know how to defend yourself.   What would you
do if you were attacked?"

The part of her that was Sailor Moon laughed at the
thought of those classes, but she remembered the time
she had been attacked as Usagi... and the death of
Naru.   "I would sit and scream.... and wonder why it
was happening.   I'd say it's unfair... and watch as
my friend grabbed a weapon to defend the both of us
and..." she pushed her straw around in her shake,
unaware that she was rambling.

Mamoru was startled by the deep sorrow in the girl's
eyes, and how Usagi suddenly seemed to be much older
and bitter towards the world.  Something about the
ironic quirk of her lips brought Sailor Moon to his
mind...

But that wasn't possible... was it?   Sure, Usagi had
blonde hair and blue eyes, would be in the right age
range... and then there was the pi�ata comment.... but
Sailor Moon was so much more jaded.   Sailor Moon was
an angel of vengeance, and Usagi had no reason to be
vengeful.... or did she?   What had she just said?  
His head started to spin.

Usagi let her voice trail off and sighed, staring off
into space. After a few moments she blinked a bit and
brought herself back to the arcade. She turned and
smiled shyly at Mamoru. "Sorry about that. Don't mind
my rambling. But I can see your point. Maybe
self-defense classes would be a good idea. It can't
change the past, but it could help in the future." The
smile turned into a grin. "Well, I'm going to play
some video games now. It's the reason I brought all
this change!" She giggled as she jingled her pocket.
"Maybe I'll talk to you later!" She gave a little wave
and bounced off to the games, her look turning
thoughtful as she tried to decide which one to play
first.

Mamoru's expression hadn't really changed much during
that exchange (if you could call it that), except to
possibly become a bit guarded. "Motoki?" he called.

"Yeah?" his blonde friend replied as he stepped over
from where he was wiping down the opposite end of the
counter. "What do you need?"

"Did you hear what Usagi was just talking about? About
how she'd react if she got attacked?" He was still
staring after her.

"Bits and pieces. I have to admit I was a bit worried,
with how she took Naru's death and everything, but she
bounced back okay. And I'm happy to see it." He smiled
as he looked after the girl he liked to think of as a
younger sister.

"Naru? Who's Naru?"

"She was Usagi's best friend. Remember that story in
the paper about the girl that was murdered in the
OSA*P jewelry store? That was Naru. And Usagi was
there when it happened."

The color drained from Mamoru's face. "I... I didn't
know! And I went and harped on her about self-defense
classes!"

Motoki looked at his best friend. "True. But you
didn't tell her anything she didn't already know. And
she recovered nicely. Just be careful in the future,
okay? She's someone special, and I don't want to see
her hurt."

The blue-eyed young man shook his head. "I don't
either. She seems sweet enough..." His voice trailed
off as he contemplated the information he had just
gained and the revelation that had hit him just before
that. Usagi could have a need for vengeance after
all...

It made his head hurt to think about it.   After all,
what were the chances he'd know Sailor Moon in her
civilian identity?   Pretty damn slam.

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"You want to what?" Usagi asked in surprise.

A high school student about two years older then she
was had come up from no where, clutching a sketchpad
like it was a security blanket.   The girl had been
wearing the uniform of Juuban High, and Usagi had been
curious what the girl wanted.

"Please, I'd like to sketch you.   I have a
portraiture assignment due soon, and you'd be a
wonderful model..."
"I'm not into nude modeling," Usagi said firmly.

A blush lit the girl's face.   "No!   That's not what
I meant!   I mean, I want to do your face- you have
such expressive eyes, and your bone structure is
breathtaking.... please say yes..."

"I don't really have much time," Usagi said, not
wanting to commit.   What if a youma attacked?

"Please?   It will only take one afternoon..."

Usagi rolled her eyes as she sat on a bench in the
backyard of a quaint little house near the high school
later that day and her artistic admirer got her
sketchpad and easel ready. Only one afternoon, huh?
The girl *had* to go and give her that pitiful puppy
dog look...

"This is going to be great!" the other girl enthused.
"I'll be sure to get an 'A' on this for sure! I'm
still so very grateful for your time, and I'll try to
do this as fast as I can..."

"Hold it, hold it!" Usagi interrupted. "I know you'll
do your best, and you're very welcome. Actually, it's
kind of neat knowing I'm going to be the subject of a
painting the whole high school will get to look at."
As soon as she said the words, Usagi realized they
were true. Her forced smile of reassurance suddenly
softened to something much more genuine. What was one
afternoon, after all?

When the shy girl had finished setting up, she began
looking at her watch and the gate in the waist-high
fence that bordered the yard. Usagi watched her pace
for a few moments before curiosity got the best of
her. "So who are you waiting for? Are they late?"

The girl spun to face her, causing her thick brown
braid to fly around and drape over her left shoulder.
"Actually yes. I ran into him on my way to school this
morning, and I asked him to be here this afternoon as
well. I just got incredibly lucky to have met you the
same day, so I could draw you together."

"Yumeni, who else did you ask to be here?" Usagi asked
suspiciously. For some reason her defenses were up at
the announcement of another model.

"Um..."

"Yumeni! I'm sorry I'm late, but I got caught up in my
biology lab and... Usagi! Is that you?"

The petite blonde's jaw hit the ground as she saw one
Chiba Mamoru come rushing through the small gate.
"Mamoru! What are you doing here?" As soon as the
question left her lips, she wanted to smack herself.
Obviously this was the other model.

"I was running an errand before school this morning
and ran into Yumeni. She asked me to pose for a
painting she needed to get done for a class and I
agreed." He shot an amused look at the blushing
artist. "She can be very convincing."

"Don't I know it," Usagi muttered.

Yumeni smiled happily.   "You two are friends?" she
asked happily.   "That's such a relief... that'll make
this much less awkward...."

 Neither of them had the heart to tell her that they
were closer to be enemies then friends.  "What do you
want us to do?" Mamoru asked.   

"Well, if you would sit next to Usagi and look at each
other, I can do the sketch I have in mind...."  She
smiled.   

"Um, what is this sketch?" Usagi asked uneasily.

"I've been having dreams about a prince and a
princess, and a kingdom on the moon..." Yumeni said
softly.   "I want to draw them, but I never can
remember the faces well enough.  You wear your hair
right, though, Usagi-chan, and Chiba-san has a
prince-like aura to him that I want to try to capture.
  Seeing you together is.... right."

Both teenagers gave her a strange look as they moved
to follow her directions. A prince and a princess?
Them? Not in this lifetime. "Whatever you say,
Yumeni," Usagi said resignedly.

The artist smiled dreamily as she watched the two
students gaze into each others eyes. She even noticed
when a small charge seemed to jolt through both of
them. It was all she could do to keep from laughing
about it as she began to draw, realizing that the pair
in front of her were in the midst of a serious case of
denial. She'd have to see what she could do about
that. She meant what she had said before. She truly
thought they looked right together. "Usagi, could you
open your eyes a little wider and smile just a little
bit? Just so the corners of your mouth turn upward.
That's it."

Mamoru couldn't help but gaze deeper as the blonde
next to him did as she was told. This petite little
thing really was quite attractive, even if she did
make his head hurt. "Mamoru," Yumeni called. "Could
you lean just a little bit closer, and maybe take her
hands. Hold onto them in the space between the two of
you." His midnight blues shot briefly over to the
other girl in disbelief, then, with an inner shrug,
gave in to the inevitable and did as requested. He
somehow managed to keep himself from jumping when yet
another shock ran through him at the contact.

Usagi had felt the same thing, and was just as
baffled. She saw the confusion in the dark intense
eyes staring down at her, and knew it was reflected in
her own expression. Not only was the sensation...
disturbing - and not in a *bad* way, it was almost
familiar, like when she had held Tuxedo Kamen's hand
and the Crescent Moon Wand appeared. Yes, it was the
same tingling feeling she had felt then. But that
would mean that Mamoru was...

It took every ounce of willpower she had not to react
to the mental blow she had just given herself. She
schooled her breathing, and felt an incredible
migraine coming on. She could see the similarity in
the set of the jaw, and she remembered the bruises and
stiffness the young man had borne at the arcade. But
if this were true, it left one huge, impossible
question: why?

Yumeni scraped her pencils across the paper, smiling
as a beautiful sketch began to take life on her paper.
  "Thank you so much for doing this.... you two simply
are beautiful... almost inhumanely so," she said,
concentrating on capturing the sorrow and
determination in Usagi's face.   

The two models remained quiet, gazing at each other
intently as they tried to figure out how to confront
the other about the truth.   A crashing of the bushes
made Usagi break eye contact first, automatically
tensing.   "Something evil this way comes," she said,
wondering where she had heard the quote before.

Mamoru dropped the blonde hands, surprised at how
alone he felt without her touch.   "Yumeni, get
inside!" he ordered.

"Huh?" the artist asked in confusion.   "Could you
two-" she began to request, only to be interrupted by
a youma bounding out of the bushes.

Usagi gasped in surprise and fell off the back of the
bench at the sudden appearance of the monster. She
snarled and left to her feet as Yumeni screamed and
Mamoru rushed forward to get between the scared girl
an the creature bearing down on her. "I... I'll go get
help!" Usagi cried, starting to run for the far corner
of the house.

Mamoru gave her a knowing look, fleeting though it
was. "I'm sure you will."

The blonde refused to deal with the meaning of that as
she turned the corner and found herself alone. She
quickly transformed and waited a few moments to give
her cover story more credibility. Finally she jumped
back into the fray, posing for all she was worth.
"I'm..."

Her breath caught as she saw the scene before her. She
had heard the continued screaming, but had thought it
was only fear that caused the sound. She was wrong.
Mamoru lay in a heap half under the bench, obviously
tossed there by the pale green youma looming
triumphantly over the terrified artist. It looked like
he was out cold, a trickle of blood running from his
temple where he apparently connected with the stone
seat. Yumeni was surrounded in a bright green glow,
and as Usagi watched and listened, the screams turned
into wicked laughter, and the girl's body changed into
a tall slender creature with white feathered wings and
pale, almost translucent skin.

"Shimatta!" Sailor Moon muttered furiously under her
breath as she realized she was too late to stop the
process. She did take note of the green glittering
crystal that lay beneath the still standing easel, and
moved over to the pair of monsters to cut off their
access to it.

Mamoru roused from his temporary blackout just as
Usagi had planted herself in front of the green gem.
"Alright, you two nasties," she said cockily, kicking
the crystal back toward the bench unobtrusively. "I'm
Sailor Moon, and I am here to kick your butt! How dare
you interrupt a wonderful artist's modeling session?
Don't you realize that you just interrupted not just
one person's big career break, but *three*?" The
ebony-haired young man stared incredulously at the
flamboyantly gesturing hero as she continued to
babble, both youma in the same state of shock. The
only thing that kept him from completely thinking
Sailor Moon had gone off her rocker, was the quick
knowing look she threw over her shoulder, along with a
minute gesture toward the crystal and the side of the
house.

 Once the dense man behind her had finally gotten the
hint and taken the opening she had given him, Usagi
relaxed and moved back and away from Yumeni's sketch.
No reason to let this battle destroy all that hard
work. She smiled. "Okay. I think I'm done now. Oh,
Tuxedo Kamen!" she called. "I think it's time to bring
the pain!"

"I disagree!" the youma who had been Yumeni said.  
"Bena cannot be defeated that easily!"   She produced
a paint brush and grinned wickedly.

Meanwhile Mamoru had reached the nijizuishou and
pocketed it unobtrusively.   It was obvious that his
identity had been blown, so he decided to transform
into his alter-ego.   It might do something to steady
his headache (he knew it was more likely a concussion,
but thinking on it wouldn't do any good], so he
produced his rose and threw it, signaling the
beginning of his transformation.   

All three females watched in fascination as his
clothes shifted into a formal tuxedo and a cape
appeared.  Finally the hat came to his hand, and he
paused, bowing graciously at them.

Sailor Moon seethed.   "That's so not fair!   How come
you don't end up stripped and dancing with ribbons?"
she demanded.

"Wouldn't do much good for my masculine image.   Now,
shall we?"

"I suppose.   But we're going to be having a VERY long
conversation!"

"Not if *I* have anything to say about it!" The first
youma took advantage of the heroes' distraction and
pounced on the tuxedo-bedecked man, talons bared. The
pair fell back with a startled yelp.

Sailor Moon turned quickly to face the remaining
monster. "Yumeni, if you can hear me, don't worry.
I'll save you. I promise."

Bena cackled. "Foolish girl. Yumeni no longer exists!
Only I, Bena, face you! And it shall be *me* who
defeats you! Now die!" The wicked angel threw the
handful of feathers at the shocked blonde hero, who
was surprised to see flew and stuck in the ground much
like her ally's roses.

"I won't let you win!" Usagi cried, dodging more
missiles. A quick glance to the side revealed Tuxedo
Kamen struggling with his opponent, a bleeding gash in
his side that slowed him up a bit. She was on her own
- which was the way she liked it. She grinned wickedly
herself. "But if I have to hurt you before I heal you,
so be it!"

As Usagi dodged the attacks coming at her, trying to
find an opening she could use to call her wand and
defeat this... thing, she failed to notice one handful
of feathers hover in the air above her head and begin
to move as though they were drawing something. The
invisible lines they created filled in, and large
stones began dropping from the sky, giving Usagi that
much more to think about. 

"Give up, Sailor Moon!" Bena exclaimed. "I am far too
fast for you, and your partner is too busy to save
you! If you give up and give me the crystals you have,
I'll make your death quick and painless!"

"Oh, there's a choice," Sailor Moon drawled
sarcastically, wiping away at the thin lines of blood
that had formed on her face and arms from the close
calls and continuing to dodge. "I've got a better one.
Stand still for a minute and let me use my wand on
you. You'll feel much better, I promise."

"No deal, Sailor Moon."

"See? That just leaves us at an impasse, now, doesn't
it?" As the last word of the quip left her lips she
moved quickly to the right to avoid the dozen
razor-edged feather flying her way as she somehow
managed to call the Crescent Moon Wand, and stepped
right underneath the large boulder that had been drawn
a few feet in the air. She didn't even get a chance to
yell as it knocked her unconscious.

"Sailor Moon!" Tuxedo Kamen cried as he saw the hero
fall out of the corner of his eye. He took another
rake across the ribs for his trouble, but
instinctually managed to maneuver so it was a light
graze and he covered the area between him and his
fallen ally. "Sailor Moon, no," he murmured as he fell
to his knees at her side.

He almost didn't hear the evil chuckling behind him as
the two youma came together. His eyes were focused on
the limp form lying before him. Suddenly, anger flowed
through his veins, and he reached for the wand that
rested in the loosening grip of its owner. He didn't
exactly know what he was going to do with it, but he
figured he'd think of something.

As his hand touched the handle, the tiny gloved hand
it rested in twitched. His head snapped to the side
and he saw Sailor Moon's large sapphire blues flutter
open. "You're okay," he breathed, his hand not
loosening its grip.

"Did you get the number of that truck?" Usagi
murmured.

Mamoru chuckled. "No, I think I missed that one. But I
could use your help with the terrible twosome here."

Before the prone girl could respond, she was blasted
by ball of dark energy, causing her to scream in
agony. her companion gasped and turned his gaze to see
the first youma grinning wickedly. He'd have to do
something about that...

Just as he was about to let go and beat the tar out of
the offending monster, he felt the girl's grip
tighten. "Help me hold this up," she whispered. "I can
get them both with one attack."

"You don't even have the energy to move!" Tuxedo Kamen
protested.

"Try me."

He stared into that determined gaze for a moment or
two before the whispered order to kill them both
reached his ears. Then he raised Usagi's body onto his
lap and held onto the wand for all he was worth. "Do
it, Sailor Moon. I'm right here with you." 

She smiled at the irony of the situation. Her rival
was helping her succeed... "Moon Healing Escalation!"
she said in a powerful whisper, not having the
strength to say it any louder.

Mamoru gasped as a strange sensation ran through his
body even as he continued to concentrate on making the
attack work. There was a warmth growing in his chest,
and he watched as the blast of energy and light,
normally white and silver, took on a distinctive
golden tone. He filed the odd information away to be
questioned later and focused on the task at hand.

As different as the attack looked, it worked the same.
The pale green youma crumbled into dust, even as it
came a hair's breath away from sinking its claws into
Tuxedo Kamen's unprotected back, and Bena screamed,
her wail fading away as Yumeni collapsed to the ground
in a quivering heap.

Sailor Moon's eyes rolled up into her forehead, and
Tuxedo Kamen sighed.   He had two unconscious females
on his hands, and what the heck could he do with them?
  He was still sore, and settling them inside would
HURT... besides, helping Sailor Moon with her attack
had made him feel oddly light-headed.   "Ok... first
thing's first.   I need to get back to being Mamoru." 
He shut his eyes and willed the transformation magic
away.

A second later a normal college teenager was holding
the heroine of justice.   "Now I should get her back
to being Usagi..." he reasoned, but was unable to come
up with a way.   So the second thing option would be
to hide her from Yumeni until Usagi was awake to
change herself.

He picked the blonde up, and was surprised at how
light she was, especially considering all the junk
food she ate.   It was easy enough to shift her onto
the lower branches of a tree and arrange the leaves so
she was shaded from sight.

"Now Yumeni..." he said, going over to her, ignoring
the protesting muscles he had received in the prior
Youma battle, and his bleeding side.   The blood was
already beginning to clot, for which he was thankful. 
 The best thing about being a superhero were the super
healing abilities that came as part of the package.  

The artist was just coming around when he came over to
her.   "Are you all right, Yumeni-san?" he asked.

The girl seemed confused.   "I feel fine, but where's
Usagi-chan?   Is she alright?"   

"She went to get help- should be arriving soon," he
said, trying to reassure her.   Hopefully Usagi would
come to soon enough to perpetuate the ruse.

"That's- Chiba-san!" Yumeni exclaimed.   "Are you
alright?"  Her eyes fastened on the red blood that
blossomed from his side, ruining his clothes.  "What
happened?"

"That monster threw me and then... well, I'm not too
sure.   I have vague memories of Tuxedo Kamen and
Sailor Moon showing up..." he babbled, not used to
making up cover stories.   He wondered if Clark Kent
ever had the same problem.

Yumeni's eyes grew vague and it seemed like she wasn't
seeing her surroundings.   

"Yumeni?" Mamoru asked tentatively, unsure of what was
happening. He kept his hand on his transformational
rose just in case the artist was having a relapse, but
didn't really suspect as much.

The brunette's expression became stricken, and her
breathing short and quick. "No, no... so much blood...
the princess, not the princess... there! Behind the
prince! Quickly!" Her eyes were still unfocused, but
were darting back and forth.

Mamoru was thoroughly confused. What in the world was
she talking about? He didn't think she was on drugs...

A heart-wrenching wail escaped Yumeni's lips as she
fell to her knees, still lost in her vision. "No!
Endymion! No!" Tears streamed down her cheeks for a
few moments before her breath caught in a sharp gasp.
"Serenity! Not that! Your mother needs... No! No! Stay
away from her! Stay away!"

Somehow Mamoru couldn't bring himself to snap the girl
in front of him out of the trance she was in. It was
one of the strangest things he'd seen - when he wasn't
fighting evil - and it even freaked him out a bit. But
something told him he should let it run its course.

"Serenity!" Yumeni screamed, collapsing to the ground
completely and letting loose soul-rending sobs. It was
almost as if she had just lost one of the most
important people in her life. Finally, as the
ebony-haired young man watched, her crying lessened
and eventually stopped all together.

"Yumeni?" he questioned again, hoping the girl had
returned to the here and now. "Are you okay?"

She blinked, coming back to herself.   "Oh.. oh... did
I go off?" she asked, a fierce blush staining her
cheeks.

"Go off?" he asked.

She started to shake.   "I did, didn't I?   What did I
say- no, don't tell me... I don't want to know.  Can
you help me gather my art supplies?   I think I want
to lie down...."

"Yumeni-kun... maybe you should go to a hospital?" he
suggested gently.

She shook her head fiercely.   "No, no... my parents
will just take me to the doctors again... please..." 
She rose to her feet shakily and rushed around
gathering her supplies before dashing to the door.  
"Can you wait here for Tsukino-san?   I need to take
some migraine medication... I'm going to be getting
one soon- I'm really sorry to be leaving you like
this, I know it's rude, but-" she rambled.

Mamoru took pity on her.  "I'll take care of
Usagi-chan," he promised.

"Good, good.   I'll call you later to arrange a time
to finish the sitting.  I'm so sorry," she whispered,
bowing before disappearing between the French doors.

He watched her for a second before turning to the tree
where he had hidden Sailor Moon.   "Well, that takes
care of one problem," he said.   

"One problem... you still have a whole bunch of NEW
ones, buddy," a light voice said from above him.  
Sailor Moon had woken up and detransformed back into
Usagi.   She was sitting on a higher branch then he
had left her on, probably to get the high ground.  
Her serious blue eyes were studying him like she had
never seen him before.   "You have some explaining to
do."

END PART FIVE

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