A.N. This fix is set during the R season break up, however, I have made all the characters older (Usagi 18 and Mamoru 21) simply because I think it makes more sense for my story. I'm not strictly following manga or anime canon so please take that into consideration when reading ^_^ This is my first fanfic for Sailor Moon and, indeed, in general so please R&R, all criticism welcome.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SAILOR MOON! It belongs to Naoko Takeuchi and the respective distributors.

However I do own this story so please don't copy or claim, any part of my writing without permission.

Losing Her

~Chapter 1: The Early Morning Call~

It was just past 2 am when the serene morning air was rent by the shrill crying of a mobile phone. Rudely awoken, the sole inhabitant of the two-bedroom, luxury apartment, drew the sheets closer and tried in vain to ignore the irritatingly cheerful ringtone. However, when it became apparent that the noise was not going away, he begrudgingly stumbled from the warmth of the double bed and out of the room. Fumbling his way through the dark -it was much too early for his brain to be functioning properly enough to turn on a light- he managed to string together enough coherent thought to not only find, his phone, but also to curse profusely at the caller ID.

"Dammit Motoki! I don't know what time it is for you, but here it's past two in the morning! Couldn't you wait until later?"

"Mamoru I'm sorry, but-" but Mamoru cut him off. Irritation, fuelled by lack of sleep, made Mamoru determined to pay out on his best friend.

"Don't aplogise now! You should have thought of that before you called! I only just managed to dose off after those damn nightmares stopped."

"Look man, I sorry, but-"

"I have classes and work today you know! Not all of us can flirt all day with customers."

"Hey!" Motoki was getting frustrated.

"Now, if you'll excuse me-"

"Mamoru, Shut up!" Motoki yelled through the phone.

"Huh?" Mamoru was wide awake now and slightly dazed. He didn't quite understand what had just happened. Motoki never yelled, not even that one time Usagi had tipped her chocolate milkshake over the expensive new game machine at the arcade. Whatever he was calling for must be important. Now that Mamoru thought about it, Motoki never called him any more, not after he had left so abruptly. He found himself missing the counsel of his best friend and the sound of his voice reminded Mamoru painfully, of another voice that he longed to hear again. However, he quickly banished these thoughts; he had come too far to be homesick now. Motoki interrupted Mamoru's musings.

"Well, now that I have your attention, the reason I called," Motoki proceeded in a gentle tone, he knew that, while Mamoru may deny it, he still has feelings for a certain blonde. "Usagi is in trouble. She needs you."

"Why should I care?" Mamoru strained to make his tone indifferent but his stomach was doing flips.

"Because you love her and you know it. How long are you going to keep up this charade? When are you coming home?"

Mamoru sighed, "I've already told you, I'm not coming back."

"It's been six months!"

"And I'm on a one year scholarship, with a guaranteed job with one of my professors after graduation."

"I don't give a damn about your fancy Harvard education!" The arcade manger was yelling again. "There is a girl here, in Tokyo, who loves you more than life itself! To the point of not eating and sleeping to try and improve herself for you!"

"What?" He whispered. Mamoru had never imagined Usagi would change herself for him. He wasn't worthy of her in the first place! What surprised him even more was that she hadn't moved on and found someone else. It made his heart leapt at the thought that his Usako wasn't in the embrace of another man but he quickly reminded himself that the whole reason he was in America, was to save her life. "I told her to move on."

"You asshole! You broke Usagi's heart when you broke up with her, then you avoid and throw insults at her for a month, and finally you up and leave. Completely out of the blue, no warning, and don't contact any of us for six months! How could she move on?! You know she blames herself for you leaving?"

"So what?!" Mamoru found himself yelling into the receiver now too. "You don't know anything Motoki! You know nothing!" Mamoru was angry, but not with his friend. He was angry with himself because he knew what Motoki said was true; he was an asshole. He had wounded and left behind the best thing that had ever happened to him and the

thought of his Usako in pain -at his hand, no less- made him want to be violently ill.

"Well neither do you! She's in a coma, Mamoru, a bloody coma! She collapsed an hour ago on the way to the arcade after school and hit her head on the pavement!"

Mamoru almost passed out over his kitchen bench.

"Is she ok?" Mamoru asked vacantly.

"Did you even hear what I said? She's in a coma, Mamoru!" Motoki was still forceful but his tone was softer. "Usagi needs you, please come home. She hasn't been the same since you left."

Mamoru began to summon the strength to tell Motoki that he wasn't coming home just because some girl thought she needed him, when his friend delivered the final blow.

"We're losing her."

So what did you think? Thanks for reading! Please review so that I can start work on the next two chapters.

~TheGecko99