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Greetings, one and all! So, here it is, the near end of 'Wish
Upon a Faerie Ring'. See, I was going to withhold the end of 
'Wish' until I could post it all, but I changed my mind. I'm
the author: I get to do that. So here is half of the end!

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Wish Upon A Faerie Ring Part 3
Rated PG13

	Beryl went down, blood flowing from her nose. Serena remained 
standing, her fist clutched at her side. The servants stood around
the Crossroads gapemouthed. They hadn't expected it to come to blows.
Serena watched Beryl dispassionatly as she lay on the ground, wailing.

	'Ridiculous woman,' Serena's inner voice piped up.
	
	'You can say that again. Damn, but my knuckles hurt.'
	
	'Well, you DID just hit a woman across the face. Stunning
right hook, incidentally.'
	
	'Why, thank you.'
	
	'So what happens now?'
	
	'I am currently waiting for her to stand up.'
	
	'I get the feeling you will be waiting a long time. She doesn't
strike me as stupid. Not stupid enough to stand up with you looking like
this, anyway.'
	
	'I BEG your pardon?'
	
	'You have a look of murderous fury in your eyes.'
	
	'She insulted my mother.'
	
	'So she did. Watch out for the dress. It was no doubt expensive.'

	Serena tried to get a grip on her fury. The red haired bitch was
still crying, though she had managed to draw a handkercheif out of her 
dress to staunch the flow of blood. Serena wondered briefly if she had
broken the trollop's nose. Beryl was obviously milking the situation,
hoping for sympathy from some quarter. Serena took care not to take her
eyes off the woman; if Beryl was intending to attack, Serena wanted to 
be ready. 
	
	The sound of running feet forced Serena to turn her head. She glanced 
up and saw the Senshi standing gape mouthed in the west wing archway. 
Serena smiled at them.

	'The cavalry has arrived.'
	
	'Damn. No more fun for m...'

	Serena's inner voice stopped talking as Serena went crashing to the 
floor in a flurry of blue gauze. Beryl had stopped sobbing long enough to
hook her left foot around Serena's ankle, yanking her feet out from under 
her. Serena went down, slapping the marble floor as she hit. This tactic
relieved some of the pain of her fall. She rolled to the side, silver 
ponytails swirling around her as she landed on her stomach, arms poised
to push herself up.

	'Graceful as a swan.'
	
	'Not another word.'

	Beryl's nose had stopped bleeding, but her nose was swelling to more
than twice it's normal size. Serena allowed herself a satisfied smirk.
Beryl took one look at Serena's smile and threw herself at the Moon 
Princess, screaming like a banshee. The Senshi sprang into action 
just as Serena's foot connected with Beryl's stomach. Beryl went flying
into a pillar and stayed there, stunned, gasping for air. Serena pushed
herself up, her expression neutral.
	
	The Senshi split apart. Raye and Mina went to help Serena up from
the floor while Lita and Amy walked toward the Lady Beryl cautiously,
approaching her as though she might attack at any moment. The humor
of the situation struck Serena in an instant. The most powerful warriors
in the galaxy were afraid of her husband-to-be's mistress! Serena 
dropped her head to her knees, shaking with laughter. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	
	
	Darien was walking through the gardens, pondering.
The meeting with his father had gone well, even if Damian 
had been a bit smug. Darien had forced his pride down, smiled
and agreed with everything his father had said. He had a 
feeling he would be doing that a great deal in the next few years. 
Last night had only proven that Serena was the same as always; all
fire and moonlight. Darien had the vague impression that a silly
grin had appeared on his face. 
	
	Darien made his way to the Rose Garden, the only place
on the palace grounds he visited with any regularity. Various
types of roses bent gently in the breeze which twisted gently
through their stems. Trellises and hedges were planted 
strategically around the edge of the garden to hide the center 
from public view. It was to the center of this very garden
that Darien's mother had come to spend a few moments alone, and
it was here that Darien came to think. 
	
	He perched on the edge of a bubbling fountain, cape swirling 
around him. A warm breeze played with his midnight hair as the 
perfume of roses filled the air. Tipping his head up to the warm
sun, Darien closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax. He
felt peaceful here, calm. The combination of sounds and smells
thrust Darien back to a time when his mother had held him close,
and shown him the stars. 

	Darien resisted the urge to speak to his mother, as he had
done so often in the past. In the months following his mother's 
death, he had come to this small corner of the vast royal gardens
in order to feel closer to her. He could still sense her presence
in the roses.

	'It is interesting,' Darien thought 'that the woman I loved 
most in all the world is the one who caused my heart to turn to
ice in my chest.'

	Darien remembered all to well the grief beyond measure he
had felt at his mother's passing, and recalled the sorrow etched
onto his father's face. Even now, pain haunted Damian's eyes, and
Darien had sworn long ago that no woman would hold so much sway
over him.

	But that hadn't stopped a great many women from trying to capture
both his interest and his heart. He welcomed their attentions, ending 
the relationships before they became tedious and involved. Most women
just nodded, accepting his decision with a wistful look in their eye.
A few sobbed and clung, but eventually let go, certain that Prince
Endymion had no heart. Only one had continued to cling. Countess Beryl.
Darien's upper lip curled just thinking of her.

	The countess was lovely, stunning, in fact, but she had the heart
of a cobra. Beryl clung to him like a vine, refusing to accept his 
descision to end their relationship. He had allowed her to think that
their relationship was meaningful as it allowed him some peace. But 
now he was to marry, and he had sent her a message that ended their 
relationship once and for all. To be frank, Darien was glad to be rid
of her. Beryl was vain and petty, unpopular with many.

	But thinking of Beryl summoned thoughts of another woman, one who 
had aspired to be his stepmother. Darien remembered how he had loathed
her, how shabbily he had treated her. Darien closed his eyes and inhaled 
the scent of the roses. He remembered how his mother had always smelled
of roses, how she would glide through the halls of the palace, always
the dazzle of the sky in her sapphire eyes. Gods, how he had idolized
her. 

	'And now?' he questioned himself. 'You seem to have given your
heart away again. Perhaps you lost it long ago; maybe it was never
yours to give.'

	The sound of running feet snapped Darien back to reality.
A page was charging through the gardens, calling his name.

	"Yer Highness," the boy gasped out, before bending forward,
hands on his knees, gasping for breath. Darien rose and waited 
patiently for the page to regain his composure. Finally the boy
raised chocolate brown eyes.

	"The Lady Beryl...attacked Princess Serenity...at the 
Crossroads."

	Darien stared at the boy for a moment before springing into 
action. Cape flying behind him, Darien ran back towards the palace,
furious with Beryl. The page stayed behind, sinking onto the rim
of the fountain in the Prince's stead.

	"I'm betting on the Princess," the boy commented before 
he lowered his head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Prince Endymion arrived at the Crossroads just in time to see
his sometimes mistress throw herself at his bride-to-be. He watched
in shock as Serena kicked herself around, brought her feet up and
threw them out, winced as Beryl was thrown back into one of the 
marble pillars. He watched as the Senshi ran towards their princess
and the Lady Beryl, and watched as Serena collapsed, arms crossed
over her knees, head rested on her arms. 

	The cries of the servants finally propelled him forward. He was
dimly aware of people bowing and murmurs of 'your highness' as he
crossed the marble floor. He placed himself between Serena and Beryl,
taking note of Beryl's vacant stare. Princess Amy was waving a vile
of smelling salts under Beryl's nose. Darien turned away in disgust.
His sapphire eyes focused on the Moon Princess, who was concious and
able to bear the full brunt of his wrath. She was also shaking.

	All angry thoughts flew out of Darien's head. Murder and mayhem
could wait. Striding over to Serena, he motioned the Princess Raye
to abandon her post at Serena's side. Kneeling down, Darien swept
Serena into his arms and began striding away from the Crossroads. 
He turned furious eyes toward the soliders who were finally arriving
on the scene.

	"When she regains conciousness," he said "tell her that she 
has one day to vacate the palace. If she is not gone by tomorrow
morning I will not be responsible for my actions.

	That said, the Prince of Earth strode away from the crowd,
the Moon Princess cradled close to his chest.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	It took every ounce of self control Beryl possessed not to 
break her silence and run after the haughty Prince. The stare, the
gown...everything had been perfectly arranged for him to offer her 
sympathy and love; to publically reject the bride his father had
selected for him. But Endymion hadn't followed the plan at all!  
Beryl forced herself to remain still for a few moments longer before
pretending to snap back to consciousness with a gasp, followed 
quickly by a storm of tears. 

	The soliders who escorted her to her bed chamber were 
sympathetic, but firm. They were following orders and made no secret 
of it. The leader repeated the Prince's order and Beryl bowed her
head to hide the fury that flashed in her eyes. She was not a rag
to be easily cast aside! She was the Countess of Rainier, and she
was damned if she would let a snivling moon brat get the better of her!
Beryl lips turned down. She had exactly one day in which to exact her 
revenge. She would make them both pay. All that remained was how...

	A gleam of gold caught her eye. Turning slightly, Beryl saw 
the necklace that had been a favorite of Prince Endymion's former 
mistress. It had been delivered to Beryl as proof of the woman's 
elimination. Never known for her patience, Beryl had eliminated all 
compition from her path to the Prince's bed. Megeen had been a 
major obstical, and Beryl had a tendancy to destroy, rather than
overcome, obsticals.

	Beryl's eyes lit with malice and hate. Perfect. She walked 
over to her dressing table and lifted the delicate strand of gold,
fingering the floating diamond pendant. The Doom and Gloom Girls
would accept this as payment for a kidnapping.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  

	Serena found this situation extremely amusing. She was being
carried away from the sight of her triumph by her husband-to-be
after having been insulted and attacked by his mistress. The 
ludicrousness of the situation struck her once again and 
Serena continued to shake with silent laughter. She felt Darien
tighten his arms around her in a comforting vise, and Serena 
laughed all the harder. Darien paused for a moment, one hand leaving 
the small of her back to open a door. Serena glanced up slightly
as Darien strode forward. he had brought her back to her room! The
irony of the situation played on her already amused mind to create 
another round of silent giggles. Darien walked to the bed and 
sat down, one hand stroking Serena's hair.

	"It's all right, it's all right," he murmured over and over 
again. "Just let it go. You're safe now, it's all right."

	Serena stopped laughing. Surely he didn't think her as weak
as that! She realized in a flash of insight that he did. He actually
thought that the little tiff at the Crossroads had upset her! Serena
was torn between being further amused and being insulted. She attempted
to lift her head, but found that one of Darien's hands was pressed to
the back of her head. Serena sighed, and Darien's arms tightened
around her again. Darien's soothing murmurs continued as Serena's 
inner voice interjected.

	'He's being very kind.'
	
	'It's annoying.'
	
	'Admit it: you're enjoying yourself.'
	
	'All right, I confess that I could become used to sitting
on his lap. But I resent the implication that I couldn't handle
one woman.'
	
	'One jealous, infuriated, insulting woman.'
	
	'Point taken. Nonetheless, how could he have forgotten
that I am trained to handle situations like this? I can take care
of myself!'
	
	'Do you want my opinion?'
	
	'Can I stop you from giving it?'
	
	'I'll pretend I didn't hear that.'
	
	'Don't do me any favors.'
	
	'I doubt he's thinking at the moment. He saw his woman being
attacked, and he reacted primitively. Once he calms down a bit, he'll 
realize that you were in no danger, and shall commence to being
furious at you because you didn't need him to save you.'
	
	'That makes NO sense!'
	
	'The curse of the modern woman. If we didn't have
to interpret men, all the mystery would be gone.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	If Darien had been able to hear Serena's inner voice, he
would have been surprised at how intuitive it was. By the time
he had entered Serena's room, rational thought was returning. Once
he had her on his lap, anger had begun replacing the relief
that had been coursing through him since he had first picked
Serena up. Now, he was forcing himself to calm her down. He
couldn't yell at her until she stopped crying.

	Almost the same instant his brain formed that thought, 
memories began crossing his mind. Serena- drawing back a bow
far too big for her and letting the arrow fly. Serena- preforming
a complicated set of gymnastics over a series of obsticales.
Serena- riding his horse with skill and grace. Serena- a woman
who could be beaten to a pulp and still stand up. Serena would
never cry over something like this. And if the shaking (which had
stopped) wasn't sobbing, then it had to be...

	Darien set Serena away from him, framing her face with his hands.,
Serena's eyes were sparkling with mirth and her mouth was twitching.
Darien knew that his face was the epitome of astonishment, and 
Darien felt his ire building once more as the twitch around Serena's
mouth intensified. 
	
	Darien's shock faded as memory intruded.Serena was no helpless 
female. She might look delicate and vulnerable, but Darien knew 
differently. His bride-to-be was fully capable of taking care 
of herself. Possessive male instinct warred with common
sense, creating an expression that seemed to be rather amusing, as 
Serena bit her lower lip to keep from laughing. Darien frowned at her,
and Serena gave into her urge to laugh. Merry notes of laughter
filled the air of the room and drifted out into the warm afternoon.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Serena was certain she would laugh herself to death. Darien
HAD thought she was in danger! Serena clutched at her sides, trying 
to control her laughter. The thunderous expression on Darien's face 
finally halted her giggles. After a few false starts, Serena managed
to get herself under control. Still chuckling, Serena sank onto the 
settee. Darien stood and strode toward her. He stopped directly in front
of her, kneeling to grasp her shoulders. Serena smiled at him innocently.

	'Maybe you should thank him for saving your life?' The innocent 
comment from her inner voice almost incited another round of laughter.

	'Quiet! I can't be serious when you say things like that!'

	'NOW you choose to be serious.'

	'Cautious.'

	'Same difference.'

	Serena tried to school her face into placid, inquiring lines.
It wasn't easy, but she managed it

	"Serena, what were you DOING out there?"

	All laughter was forgotten. Serena's instincts moved towards
the defensive at his tone.

	"Winning a fight," Serena deadpanned, watching him carefully.
"What were YOU doing out there?"

	Serena saw Darien's eyes narrow at her question. She could
almost see the gears in his mind working when he decided to ignore
the question.

	"Brawling with Beryl like a peasent! Have you forgotten that
you are an Imperial Princess and the future Queen of Earth! What
in the name of all the gods *possessed* you!"

	Serena was no longer amused. She was pissed.

	"What did *I* do? Your mistress attacked *me*. I was 
walking along, minding my own buisness, and she bumped into
me. I try to apologize, and what do I get? INSULTED. First
she told me all about the two of you and your relationship, 
for lack of a better word..."

	"Did she? And what was your reaction, princess?" Darien 
interrupted. His confident tone made Serena see red. "Jealous,
sweetheart?"

	Serena forced her face to be calm. Damned if she'd let him
know that his relationship with Beryl upset her in the least.
It didn't; well, not much, she excused her lie. No frown creased her 
brow as she waved a negligent hand. "Hardly. You may do what you
please."

	Serena could tell that Darien was surprised by her answer.
That would teach him to be so sure of her. "She insulted my mother
and questioned my parentage. I will not stand for insults directed
at my family, friends or heritage."

	"Am I then to assume that I am included in that grouping? Why,
princess, I'm touched."

	"The fight was not about you! Lavish your attention, concern and
protective instincts on someone who will appriciate them. Lady Beryl
would no doubt welcome your minstrations."

	"You're probably right," Darien taunted. "She didn't look so good
a few minutes ago, but then, having your body slammed into a marble
pillar is bound to daze anyone."

	"SHE attacked ME. If she can't take the consequences, then she
shouldn't provoke people." Serena spun around, and faced the full
length mirror behind her. She watched Darien carefully while 
straightening her gown and smoothing her hair. He stood behind her,
arms akimbo, watching her intently. Serena noted the banked fire in
his eyes, and awaited the coming explosion. It came not with a bang,
but with a whisper.

	"And you, you little heathen, would do well not to provoke me."

	Serena closed her eyes, not in pain, but in bliss. She had been 
waiting for a comment just like that. It was time to put her plan in
motion.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Darien watched as Serena turned to face him, a gentle smile on her
face. One silver ponytail was draped over her shoulder and Serena walked
towards him, arms at her sides. Darien watched her angrily, to furious to 
realize that he had made a tactical error. Serena closed the distance 
between them, smiling all the while. She raised one slim white hand and
cupped his cheek. 

	"I wouldn't want to provoke you, my lord. After all, it is a woman's
duty to submit to her husband, correct?"

	"Yes," Darien replied firmly.

	"And you shall make all descisions for me from our wedding day 
forward, correct?"

	"Correct."

	"And I shall sit and embroider and look beautiful and be a trophy 
for you to show off, correct?"

	"Yes," Darien drew out the answer, unsure where this conversation 
was leading.

	"Wrong answer." 

	Fire flashed in Serena's eyes. Darien watched the princess, 
the sparks from his eyes meeting and colliding with the 
sparks flying from hers. Before Darien knew what was happening, 
Serena had lifted her fist and let it fly for the second time that 
day, slamming his jaw with amazing force. 

	Darien stayed standing, but was a bit unsteady on his feet. 
He was was trying to regain his sense of balance when Serena threw 
her next punch. This one caught him in the stomach, knocking the 
wind out of him. While he was trying to remember how to 
breathe, Serena pushed his shoulders, causing him to
fall to the floor. Darien decided to stay down. It was a wise
descision. Serena looked ready to do murder as she began yelling 
at him.

	"Damn you and your old fashioned ideas, Darien! What century were
you born in? I am a modern woman, allowed to own property, hold political
office, run a buisness and maintain my own fortune. I will NOT be dictated
to by anyone! I am a person, an individual, and marriage to you will not 
change that! 
	
	"I will be your wife, yes, but that does not mean that I am 
merely an extension of you! I make my own descisions,Darien, and I can 
take care of myself! You would do well to remember that!"

	Serena had drawn away while she yelled, but came back towards him 
after she was done. The lovely Moon Princess kicked him twice in the shins
before stalking to the doors and leaving the room. Darien would have found 
the whole situation amusing if he hadn't been sitting on a cold floor, 
gasping for breath. After a few minutes upon said floor, Darien picked
himself up and walked to the full length mirror to assess the damage. 
He would have a bruise, that was certain, he thought as he examined 
his face. Damn, but the girl had a mean right hook. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    

	Serena stalked out of the room and down the hall, her heels
clicking angrily on the marble. Servants moved out of her way as 
Serena barreled down the hall. Serena followed the marble hall 
blindly, turning corners where it suited her, trying to keep hold on 
her temper. Finally Serena stopped, leaning against a pillar. Furious, 
she slammed a fist back into the stone, ignoring the darts of pain that
shot up and down her arm. 

	'Chavanistic, pig headed, old fashioned...!'

	'You forgot arrogant and cold.'

	'Thank you.'

	'Think nothing of it.'

	Serena's fury was slowly cooling down, but boiling rage was being
replaced by simmering fury. Darien had made a large tactical error in
assuming that Serena was just like all the other women of his acquaintence
just because of her attire. Serena would prove him wrong. Her mind began 
searching for something to relax her and something that would annoy Darien 
to no end. Serena smiled as her mind settled on one thing that would match
both criteria. Riding. or more specifically, riding Orpheus. But a change
of clothing was required.

	Stealthily, Serena crept toward the Senshi's quarters. She paused at 
Raye's room, raising her bruised knuckles to rap on the ornately carved
door. She examined the carvings of dancing flames while she waited for
an answer. There was none. Serena knocked again, then reached for the 
door handle. Smiling as it gave, Serena reached around the doorjamb, peering
into the room.

	"Raye?" she called. The room was empty. Smiling again, Serena slipped
inside. She made her way to the wardrobe and opened the lower drawers. Before 
her was a fine selection of breeches and shirts.

	'Might I inquire what you are doing?'

	'Changing clothes.'

	'Has it slipped your mind that you have a fabulous selection of breeches
and shirts in your size back in your room?'

	'My knuckles hurt. I don't want to hit anyone else today and I'm not
sure I can restrain myself from punching Darien if I see him again! Besides,
Raye has far more daring clothing than I do, and I want something racy.'

	'Dear gods. Dare I even ask?'

	'You probably aren't ready for it. Just watch and see.'

	'Why is it that every time you say that I get a horrible feeling in the
pit of my stomach?'

	'Isn't your stomach MY stomach? I don't feel nervous or worried in the
least!'

	'It was a figure of speech.'

	'Yes I know...PERFECT!!!'

	While her inner voice had been sharing it's opinion, Serena had been 
rifling through Raye's clothing, and what she had found was amazing. 
Raye never wore pink, and the shirt Serena had found was incredibly 
pink, which explained why it was at the bottom of the drawer. 
It was also very daring. Serena smiled happily at its design,
wondering who would have given Raye such an outfit.

	The blouse was short sleeved and shimmery, with silver thread 
darting through the material. A low scoop neckline would do more than 
hint at clevage. Directly underneath the blouse was a riding skirt 
in the same shade of pink. Serena stood abruptly, skirt and blouse in 
hand. She made short work of the lapis lazuli blue gown, and slipped 
into the pink outfit. When Serena stood in front of the full length 
mirror, she couldn't help but smile at the effect. Silver hair
was complimented by the silver sheen of the blouse, complexion flushed 
becomingly. Serena slipped off her high heels and donned snug leather
riding boots. The skirt was a little long, and the blouse was rather
tight across the chest, but Serena saw these as good points rather
than bad. Yes, this outfit would do quite well.  

	'You are NOT wearing that!'

	'Try and stop me!'

	Tossing silver hair away from her face, Serena strode out of Raye's
room, leaving the blue gown behind. Turning corners (and heads) she
resumed her walking. This time she turned toward the side entrance of the 
palace. Head held high, Serena brushed past servants and nobles alike, 
looking every inch the royal princess. Her feet carried her toward the 
stables.

	Serena grabbed a bridle on her way through the stable doors. She 
walked past sedate geldings and brood mares, straight to the last 
stall on the left. A midnight black stallion with no identifying 
marks of any kind stood calmly behind the half door. At Serena's 
whispered greeeting the great horse stomped his front hooves in a 
joyful hello. Serena whispered soothingly to the horse 
as she slipped the bridle over his head, securing the bit. Quickly and 
silently Serena opened the half door and led Orpheus out into the 
warm sunlight. Numerous grooms ran out with saddles and blankets. 
Serena ignored them all. She patted Orpheus on the neck, grabbed his 
mane and swung herself up onto his back. Grabbing the bridle, Serena 
pulled Orpheus's head around and turned the powerful horse loose. Orpheus 
responded by breaking into a full gallop. Out of the stable yard, down 
the path and out into the meadows flew the black stallion and his 
skilled rider. Flattening herself over the stallion's
neck, Serena whispered encouragement. 

	'You are mad,' noted her inner voice.

	'Undoubtably.'

	'You'll probably break your neck!'

	'But what a way to go!'

	Serena raced past nobles, peasents and servants. She galloped past 
Mina and Malachite, who were enjoying a quiet stroll in the 
meadow. She waved as she flew past. 
Orpheus was blowing the wind, and Serena was enjoying the 
ride. Giving in to her initial urge, she threw back her head 
and whooped for joy as she and Orpheus gallped toward the woods.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	So there it is, the next installment of 'Wish Upon a Faerie Ring.' 
So anyway, it appears that the Number 1 way to recognize a Moonie IS 
humming the songs, although close contenders were:

A) thinking about Sailor Moon more than three time a day

B) acting like your favorite senshi (ex: muttering 'Moon Princess Halation!'
   at your evil math teacher. Oh, wait, only I do that...)

C) Checking out every Sailor Moon web page you come across while surfing 
   the net.

Cool answers, folks! Keep em comin! Let me know what you thought of my fic,
what you think of me, who you think is going to win Best Picture at the 
Oscars...(I can't decide! Traffic, Chocolate, or Erin Brokovitch?!?! Help
me out!) skiangel_sv@lycos.com