A.N: Of course the usual I don't own Haruka and Michiru (sadly) but the story is mine.

This story will mostly focus on Haruka since well I find her more interesting than Michiru – no offense Michi fans but to balance it out a bit there is some Michi POV (Point Of View) in there as well. If anyone has an idea for making Michiru's side of the story more interesting, feel free to message me and let me know and I'll give it a go at making a story out of it. But anyways, here we go:

Chapter 1 – Separation Anxiety

(Haruka's POV)

Haruka Tenoh leant back in her seat on the plane and sighed. This was not how she wanted to spend the first two weeks of her free time. School was finished for the summer and she should be lazing around watching Michiru rehearse for her concert tour. Haruka had planned on accompanying Michi on her tour but then her parents had sunk that idea when they announced they were all going to their holiday home in Greece for the first two weeks of summer break. Which was a really really long way away from Japan. She gazed down at her phone even though she knew she couldn't use it on the flight. Sighing again she turned her focus outside the window, nothing but clouds in her view. This was not her idea of fun travel, give her a motorbike or a sports car any day, not this boxed in flying machine where you couldn't even feel the wind through your hair. The blonde knew that she was crazy of course, any other 17 year old would be thrilled to be going abroad, two weeks of the clichéd sun, sea, and sand, and she knew the girls would be easy sport, but really, she just wasn't that interested anymore.

'I'm whipped' she thought, and smiled, quite content to be so.

She didn't really know what her parents thought about her boyish looks or the way she always seemed to attract the girls wherever she went and whatever she did. They never appeared to mind when she brought Michiru home with her, although they both preferred to spend their time together at Michi's since she had her own place and they could be undisturbed. Her mother tutted quite a lot over her choice of clothing but Haruka refused to fill her wardrobe with anything other than the androgynous, and occasionally downright male, selection of clothes she favoured wearing. After all, being mistaken for a boy had its advantages and if nothing else was always good for some amusement when people discovered their assumption was very wrong indeed. Even her part-time F1 racing career/hobby added to the boyish persona. Haruka liked anything that involved a fast speed and the wind blowing through her hair, whether it be track racing, competing in F1, riding around on her motorbike, or cruising the streets of Tokyo in her yellow Toyota 2000GT with Michiru in the passenger seat. Dammit there she went again thinking of her. She hadn't really thought about it but with the prospect of well what felt like an eternity apart to her she realized that the pair of them hadn't spent more than 12 hours apart since they got together. Some of that was, in part, due to the fact that they had their Senshi business to attend to.

It took a lot of time babysitting the Inner Senshi and aside from the pining for her beloved, she was also rather worried about leaving the fate of the universe as they knew it in the hands of Usagi and her friends. It was always a miracle to her that they survived at all, let alone that they actually managed to defeat some really tough enemies in their time, even before the Outer Senshi had been there to help out. With both her and the senshi of the sea busy away from home for the next few weeks she cringed to think of the mishaps the Sailor Team would get themselves into. They just attracted trouble. She felt sorry for Pluto looking after them on her own for even a little while.

Still at least there was not long left now until she could get off this damned plane. As soon at they got to the home, she was heading straight out to see what she could do about hiring a decent set of wheels for the duration of her stay. If she couldn't have her goddess of the sea, she'd be damned if she wasn't going to have a decent motor for two weeks. And with that thought, she clutched her transformation pen in one hand and her phone in the other and closed her eyes.