Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is the creation of Naoko Takeuchi and all 
such rights belong to her. No money is being made from this fic and no such 
intent should be inferred.

C&C, Public or Private, is welcome. I respond (eventually) to all C&C. 
Author's Note at end.
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"In all of nature, there is one universal truth that applies to every race in 
the animal kingdom: the female is always the deadlier 
 of the species."
#Save only the Botswannian Assassin Wombats, but they're a special case.

--Solomon Paine

-From some C&C by Miashara

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Entry #114

The FBI and AMA cleared Mom of all charges today. She says that they're 
starting to focus on the senior staff members, which is probably where all 
the money from the scandal was going. As it is, the hospital will be closed 
down, and Mom says it's probably for good and she's starting to look for 
another job, one that is "good karma this time". She thinks we might have to 
move.

Dad sent flowers when he heard about the scandal, but Mom threw them away 
without even looking at the card. I wish she wasn't so stubborn about his-no, 
it's not worth dwelling on.

I hope we stay in Saint Paul-or at least the Great Lakes area-I love the 
winters here. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Ice is nice.

****
Amy Lynn Angela Anderson sighed as she stepped out of the elevator onto the 
seventh floor of the condo building. Here she was, the best student in 
school, honors program, played piccolo, harp and drums in the band, and 
volunteer at the boys and girls club mentoring young scientists, and her math 
teacher was still giving her only mid-level calculus. Where was the 
challenge? Some nonlinear four-dimensional  differential equations at least. 
Something she could sink her teeth into.

"Or at least give me time in the chemistry lab," she muttered to herself. 
"She had been brushing her teeth yesterday morning when it suddenly occurred 
to her that a nine-volt battery, xenon gas, and the cheese on the pizzas in 
the cafeteria could be combined to create artifical muscle tissue that the 
human immune system wouldn't reject. She had rushed back to her room, 
sketched out the formula and presented it to Mr. Carson, the chem lab 
teacher, he had looked at it, turned white, told her that it was very nice, 
and then took a bottle from his desk drawer and began taking long gulps from 
it, his hands shaking almost as violently as they had when she had made the 
lab table float in mid-air.

She hadn't meant to make it float, but the chemical spill right before it had 
been sort of her fault. If only Doctor Knight of Pacific Tech wasn't so damn 
good at explaining particle physics. She could almost hear his voice.

'Amy Lynn, would you like to help me probe the Universe?' Protons, quarks, 
Doctor Knight explaining fusion in...intimate detail while demonstrating how 
to probe the universe on the Accelerator...Amy Lynn's mouth began to water 
and she felt her knees begin to buckle. The Accelerator...all those qaurks, 
and atoms, and protons...oh the protons....

"Mmmmm," she sighed. Of course, Doctor Knight was fairly good looking as 
well...if one went for that sort of thing.

Pulling her key out of her pocket, she unlocked the front door and was 
startled to see her mom packing things into boxes.

"Mom?"

"Good news dear, I found a new job, we're moving!"

*****************
Amy Lynn stared out at the scenery as her mother's convertible whisked them 
down the back road. White fences seemed to be the order of the day, and now 
and again, a horse raised it's head to watch them speed by. The air was warm, 
almost uncomfortable to Amy Lynn, who thrived in temperatures below seventy 
degrees. At nearly eighty, according to the radio, it was getting way to hot 
for her tastes. The breeze from the car's passage did little to counteract it.

"Where are we going again?" she asked.

"Juuban Hollow," her mother replied. "It's where I was born. There's only 
about a few hundred people there and everyone knows everyone else. The town 
doctor is getting ready to retire-such a dear man-and when he does, I'll take 
over his practice."

"But why? Mom, you're not even allowed to practice in this state."

"Yes I am." Doctor Anderson handed her daughter a leather wallet. Opening it, 
Amy Lynn found a badge and laminated ID card. "Mom, this is your Air National 
Gaurd Reserve ID." Her mother was medical corpseman seconded to the Gaurd's 
Military Police, which was why she also had a badge.

"And it means I'm allowed to practice medicine anywhere within the United 
States," Doctor Anderson said, almost smugly. "I've been assured that it will 
cover me until the paperwork for my liscense goes through."

Amy made a noise in her throat.

*****************
Juuban Hollow proved to be a single street lined sporadically with old wooden 
buildings on both sides. Only one thing caught her eye. A blond haired girl 
sitting on the roof of an old pickup truck parked by the side of the road, a 
big black Great Dane sitting on the ground next to the front wheel. For just 
a moment, Amy Lynn's eyes met those of the blonde and she felt the chill of 
recognition. Then the moment had passed and the girl and her dog were far 
behind. 

At the far end of town, her mother pulled into the driveway of a large wooden 
structure in better condition then most. A second story rose from the back 
and in the distance, she could see a hill and what looked like a mansion atop 
it. A mule was grazing on some grass near the front door and regarded them 
with curious indifference before returning to grazing. 

The front door opened and an elderly white-haired man dressed in a white lab 
coat and overalls over a plaid work shirt came bustling out, grinning broadly.

"Janice!" He cried out grabbing her mom in a huge bear hug. "It's good to lay 
these old eyes on you once again."

"Hello, Arthur," her mom replied, returning the hug. "It's good to see you 
too." She indicated Amy Lynn, who obediently came around the car. "And this 
is Amy Lynn."

Doctor Jackson hugged her as well. He smelled of apples...and some kind of 
sterilization chemicals.

Her Mother handed her a twenty. "Go down to the general store, dear, buy 
yourself a soda and a snack." She turned back to Doctor Jackson. "I'm looking 
forward to this, Arthur."

"Not much to look forward to, I'm afraid," Doctor Jackson replied. "Most 
injuries the people prefer to treat themselves, even severed limbs."

"Surely you're exaggerating, Arthur."

"I wish. You're not going to see many patients and the few you do see are 
usually from Black Mountain Plantation where they have a little more sense 
than to treat an injury by drinking more beer."

They vanished inside, leaving Amy Lynn on her own.

*****************
The general store lay in the middle of town, a ramshackle old building with a 
neon "open" sign that was half burnt out in the window. The painted sign on 
the front read "OSA P General Store" in green and gold letters that had been 
faded by the sun. A tall, blonde-haired man wearing a white apron, jeans and 
an old T-shirt was sweeping the front walk and he gave her a friendly smile 
as she went past.

 A Great Dane lay on the front the porch, and its ears flicked as she made 
her way up the steps. Now that she was closer and could get a better look, 
she realized that a small scar, shaped like a crescent moon adorned the dog's 
forehead. Amy Lynn held out her hand for the dog to sniff and when it didn't 
growl at her, she scratched it's head between the ears before heading inside.

Inside were a few unoccupied tables, shelves of groceries, and a long 
L-shaped counter with faded red leather stools. Sitting at the far end, a 
blonde-haired girl was perched on one of the stools, chewing on a long blade 
of grass. Behind the counter, a brown-haired girl leaned against the back 
counter, arms crossed talking quietly to the blonde-haired girl. Another 
brown-haired girl, perhaps twelve or thirteen was stacking cans on a floor 
display.

"Welcome to the O Sap general store," the girl behind the counter said. Her 
voice was slightly nasal, with a New Yorkish accent. "What can I get you?"

"Something cold," Amy Lynn replied, taking a seat on one of the stools.

"How about a Root-Beer float?"

"Sure."

The girl grabbed a glass from under the counter, opened another cupboard, 
which was revealed to be a small freezer, and took out a tub of ice cream, 
which she began to spoon liberally into the mug. "So where you from?" she 
asked.

"Saint Paul, Minnesota," Amy Lynn replied. "We just arrived."

"Arrived? You're moving here?"

"Yes, my mom is a doctor. She's taking over as town doctor when the old one 
retires."

"Ah." She turned to the soda fountain and began adding root beer. "We've been 
wondering when she'd get here." She set the glass on the counter in front of 
Amy Lynn. "Go tell Mister Peters he owes my mom twenty bucks," she called to 
the girl stacking cans. "Doctor's arrived." The girl nodded and ran out.

"You bet on when my mom would get here?"

"Nope. Mister Peters did. Bets on everything, that man. Mom's the only one 
willing to take his bets." She held out her hand. "It's good to see another 
transplant to this burg. I'm Molly."

"Amy Lynn," Amy Lynn replied, shaking the offered hand.

"And that's Serena Usagi Ann Tsukino," Molly said, indicating the blonde as 
Amy Lynn realized that it was the same girl she had seen sitting on the roof 
of the truck. "But every one calls her Bunny."

Bunny was slender and her white shirt and raggedly jean shorts hugged her 
generous curves tightly. An old, dirt-spotted work shirt was over the white 
shirt and her feet were covered by work boots. The white shirt had been tied 
under her breasts to show off a flat midriff tight enough to bounce a quarter 
off of and her arms were leanly muscled. As Bunny turned at the sound of her 
name, her work shirt moved and Amy Lynn caught sight of the handle of a 
machete on her far side. For some reason, Amy Lynn felt an irrational surge 
of jealousy that Bunny looked far better then her.

Molly, on the other hand, was shorter, but more slender. Her shoulders were 
narrow and her face freckled. Her shoulder length brown hair parted in a 
widow's peak over her forehead and she wore a light blue shirt with the 
sleeves cut off and jeans under a starched white apron.

Amy Lynn took a sip of the float and smiled. The ice cream and root beer was 
cold, and felt good as it slid down her throat.

*****************
Entry #120

We arrived in Juuban Hollow today. It's a really small place with not much to 
do. Molly, who's mom runs the general store and her friend Bunny showed me 
around for a while before Bunny got into a screaming fight with one of the 
deputies. Molly says they've known each other for years and that Deputy 
Shields likes to tease Bunny outrageously. Juuban Hollow looks to be very 
qaunit and picturesque. A typical Southern small town.

I lie. This place is horrible. The library's books are out of date-it's not 
even really a library, it's a room in the house of this old widow who lends 
books out to read. 

Worst of all, there's not even any cellular service so my wireless modem 
won't work. Which means I have to go through an online service and the only 
one in town is...is...USA NetConnect. I'll be laughed off the net when the 
abstract physics forum finds out.

I HATE THIS PLACE!

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Author's Note. 
Ya wanna know what sucks about having OSX and OS9 on the same computer? AOL 
for OSX, for some reason, won't copy and paste from Word 5.1, which is an OS9 
application. Which means I have to save the fics as .txt files and then open 
said files in AOL. Arrgh. 

*Ahem*

Thanks go out to Harold Ancell and Myron Kinnison for tips on keeping it 
Southern and Special Thanks to Harold for his exhaustive list of ideas for 
the Senshi's offensive abilities, backrounds and ideas for their supporting 
cast.

The Author also wishes to thank (in no particular order):
Country Music
The FFML for it's support and feedback.
Dektol 76 developer solution, who's fumes are probably at least somewhat 
responsible
Root Beer
Jerry Springer (the best collection of inspiration for misfits that I've ever 
seen)
His Jeff Foxworthy CD collection
And most importantly, the porn...Musn't forget to thank the porn...

What? Why are you looking at me like that?

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Steve "Komodo" T.
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