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Chapter 12

Almost a week later Michiru was sitting at the table going over their paperwork and bills. Haruka was at the counter making lunch for them. She kept pausing, rubbing at her leg which was causing her some discomfort. Blinking back her tears of pain she opened the pickles and finished making their lunch. Studying the situation, Haruka bit he lip determined not to ask for help. Combining their plates she placed them stacked in her lap and wheeled them to the table, then separated them again. Michiru smiled at her,

"Refreshments?" Haruka grinned as she turned to look at the counter, she had poured them both drinks, but that would be more difficult for her. Michiru smiled and kissed her gently on the lips, "I'll get them, thank you for making lunch." Haruka blushed.

"So what are our finances looking like?" She pulled the bills towards her.

"We are going to be just fine, you worry to much." Michiru paused, "However I do want to go back to work, I miss my concerts and getting the income flowing again, will only help as we prepare for Hotaru." Haruka nodded,

"I think that sounds like a great idea, I know you are tired of being cooped up here with me all the time. I am stronger now, and with Setsuna living in the house out back I think I will be alright by myself." Michiru frowned a little, she stuck out her bottom lip.

"You don't need me?" Haruka leaned over to kiss her wife.

"You know that's a lie, I need you desperately. I only meant, you don't need to be so worried about me, I know you are frustrated and tired of being with me all day every day." Michiru smiled,

"Well to be honest I was hoping you would travel with me," she paused, "since your career is on hold, why not tour with me and accompany me?" Haruka bit her lip, she wanted to say something nasty about her career, but Michiru deserved better. Looking down at her plate she felt her appetite leave her. She put her head in her hand and rubbed her leg, taking deep breaths. "Ru, are you feeling alright?" Michiru reached out to touch her, Haruka shook her head and moved to wheel herself away from the table and out of the kitchen. She stood up to follow her wife, but a knock at the sliding glass door caught her attention. Setsuna was standing outside, she waved and motioned for Michiru to let her in. "Hey, how are you? What are you doing off today?" Setsuna gave the smaller woman a tight embrace, as she walked in.

"I took the day off, and was just finishing unpacking. Thank you so much for thinking of me when you purchased this place, it is wonderful." Michiru smiled,

"Come on in, we were just having lunch." Michiru moved to invite the green haired woman in and to the table as she gathered up the bills and paperwork that was sprawled all over the table. "I think Ruka just went to the bathroom. I'll make you a sandwich." Setsuna took a seat as Michiru bustled around the kitchen, Haruka wheeled herself back into the kitchen.

"I thought I heard a knock, welcome back Setsuna." She smiled, "So did you finish unpacking?"

"Yes, I just finished with the last box." Michiru brought over a plate and set it in front of Setsuna. Haruka was rubbing at her leg and her head, Michiru placed in front of her a bottle of muscle relaxers and nodded.

"I can't," Michiru gave her a firm look as she took a bite of her lunch. "Not because I'm stubborn, but if I take these on an empty stomach I will be sick." Michiru pushed Haruka's plate closer towards her and raised her eyebrow. "I have no appetite, I am already feeling nauseous from the pain." Setsuna choked on a bit of her sandwich, recovering quickly with a quick sip of her drink. "Just give me a few minutes, I am hoping it will pass." Michiru nodded, she was studying Haruka carefully, the pain in her leg had been increasing, which was a good sign for feeling, but not a comfortable one.

"Have you ladies see our Queen recently?" Setsuna tried to ask without giving any additional information away.

"We saw her on Chibi-Usagi's birthday, we are planning on visiting tomorrow after PT." Michiru answered, Setsuna did not probe any deeper, although that was not the response she had hoped for. There was a pause while the other two ate their lunch, leaving Haruka to stare at her's rubbing her sore leg and trying not to be sick.

"So Setsuna, what do you know about the future?" There was a pause, "Any word on when we can expect Hotaru? Or my wheelchair? Or maybe how we provide heirs to our thrones?" Haruka was watching Setsuna closely for any clues, of course she knew what Setsuna's answer would be.

"I cannot reveal the future to the past, as it can change the future." Haruka rolled her eyes.

"Well at least tell me, did you foresee my accident or am I paralyzed in the future, in the kingdom?" Setsuna shoved her last bite in her mouth to keep from answering right away.

"Ru, don't be rude, you know Setsuna has a tough job being the link between the present and the future. She has to hold a delicate balance." Haruka smiled.

"I understand, but I just want to know, was this expected." Setsuna did not meet Haruka's eye. "Thanks, for nothing." The bite in her voice and her tone were displaying her annoyance and her anger with the current situation.

"Thank you for the sandwich, I need to make a few business calls." Michiru wanted to say something, but Setsuna shook her head, "It's alright, I understand you need someone to be mad at. This cannot be easy for you Ruka." Haruka had another retort on the tip of her tongue, but Michiru reached over and touched her arm.

"I'm sorry Setsuna, please excuse me." She backed out from behind the table and left the room. Michiru cringed as she heard a door slam.

"She's is just sensitive right now, she can't even get out and run, or drive which you know as well as I that is how she releases tension. I'm sorry for her treating you like that." Setsuna nodded.

"All these years of being around Haruka, I have tougher skin than that. It's okay." With that she turned to leave. Michiru took a deep breath, looking over at the uneaten sandwich Haruka had left she drew the plate towards her and finished it. Haruka needed some alone time, she heard a door slam again. A few minutes later Michiru heard something that sounded like a tool hitting the ground. She cleared the table washing the dishes and poured Haruka a glass of milk. Picking up her medicine bottle, Michiru walked into the living room where Haruka was sitting on the floor, with her wheelchair upside down, she was slowly disassembling it.

"So what's the diagnosis doctor?" Michiru asked as she handed Haruka the cup, and dished out one of the pills. Haruka took it gratefully, and popped it back. "I'll make you another sandwich when your ready, but I took care of it for you." Haruka laughed.

"I think the bearings need to be cleaned, it's been sluggish." Michiru smiled as she took a seat on the couch and watched her wife slowly disassemble the wheels she was confined to. However, it was always secondary, if Haruka couldn't race the wind, she was working towards moving faster the next time she could. Haruka looked up at the smiling beauty. "Have I told you, I love you." Michiru blushed.