Sailor Moon and all associated senshi are the property of Naoko 
Takeuchi, Kodansha, Bandai, and a whole bunch of other people I 
either don't remember or don't know about.  Everything else, 
however, belongs to me, and is guarded by my vicious attack 
gerbils.  If you wish me to call them off, please ask nicely.

Visit my website, Jelynne's Little Mess 
at www.crosswinds.net/~jelynne

To contact the author, please write to jlynne33@hotmail.com

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			4am - Drive
			By: Jelynne
			Rated: PG

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	She's gone out again.  She may have thought I wouldn't 
know, but I felt her slide out of the bed, heard the car starting 
up.

	I'd like to know what sends her out like this, to drive the 
empty streets in the pre-dawn hours.

	I wish she'd tell me when she's going.

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	Driving, feeling the road slide away under my wheels.  
Remembering the looks on their faces as I stand by, restrained by a 
cool hand or a soft word.

	I don't know how much longer I can stand it.  Is this 
really the only way?  We're supposed to be the good guys, so why 
are we just letting others suffer?

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	Her spot on the bed is getting cold.  I don't like sleeping 
alone anymore.

	Every time she does this, I lie awake waiting for her.  
Afraid she won't come back this time.  But when she comes in I 
always pretend to be asleep.  In the morning, it will be as if this 
never happened.

	Does she go anywhere in particular, I wonder?  Or does she 
just drive?

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	Running away.  That's all I ever do.  Running away from who 
I am, running away from what I have to do.  Running away on the 
track, so fast I catch up with myself.

	And now I'm out here, trying to drive away from the warrior 
I'm supposed to be.

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	I'm not as cold as I seem.  It hurts me too when I see 
innocents suffer.  Knowing someone has to die.

	But I have to be the cold one, the focused one.

	Because she can't be.  The only thing distant about her is 
her name.  She needs involvement, she needs to give her compassion, 
her anger.

	That's what makes me love her.  And when I realize how cold 
I've become, I wonder how she can still love me.

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	I know I can never run away from everything.  No matter how 
fast I go, they'll catch up.  But I think I can deal with that.

	As long as I have her, I'll be fine.

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	This can't go on forever.  Someday this job will be done, 
and both of us will be free again.  I can wait.

	As long as I have her, I'll be fine.