Hi, This is the first oneshot in a head canon I've been working on using the interpterion that Haruka and Seiya are exs. I know i'm not the first one to think of it but I hope you enjoy my take. Haruka and Seiya are on better terms. Seiya takes care of Haruka when she wakes up sick because Michiru has errands.

Haruka/Michiru

Seiya/Usagi

Haruka/Usagi

Eventually in the head canon Haruka will start realizing she still has feelings for Seiya. I have a few more one-shots in mind for this head canon three or so that are follow ups to this one and one that is about Seiya and Haruka when they were dating. I hope you enjoy~SerriaSpell23.

Tender Remedies

A Sailor Moon Oneshot

Michiru rolled over and stroked Haruka's hair. "Good morning, Haruka."

Haruka coughed and snuggled under the blanket. She pulled Michiru closer to bask in her warmth. Pushing her girlfriend's blonde hair back from her forehead, Michiru kissed it.

"You're warm. Are you feeling ill?"

Attempting to sit up, Haruka gave a faltered nod. "My throat is scratchy. Dizziness might set in if I move, my head's pounding. I'd prefer to lie in your arms, dear."

"Sorry, my love. I have errands to run. My rehearsal for tonight's concert is this afternoon while I'm out I'll check on my gallery exhibit too."

Haruka sighed, nuzzling Michiru's shoulder. A headache pulsed behind the woman's eyes. "I'm proud of you. I am flippant with praise, but I must make an effort to remind you."

"Thank you," Michiru said. "I'll call Usagi to watch you; she loves to dote on you." Winking, she muffled a yawn and poked Haruka's flushed cheek. "Or you like to on her. You do have a soft spot for her."

Haruka nodded, ignoring the protests of her head. "Can you stay in bed with me for a few more moments?"

"Yes. I'm in no rush. However, let me fetch a bowl of cold water and a cloth for your head."

Michiru tucked the sheet around her nightgown and rose from the bed. She walked into the kitchen, grabbed a small bowl, a cloth, and filled the bowl. Michiru entered the bedroom and perched by Haruka. Placing the water on the nightstand, Michiru wet the cloth and dabbed at her girlfriend's skin.

The time passed as Haruka dozed, her eyes leaden— the desire to stay awake unable to override the fever fatigue. When her eyes blinked open again, Michiru was sitting on her side of their bed, the sheet wrapped around her. Haruka stilled Michiru's rhythmic caresses of her hair, her hand catching the woman's fingers—lips kissing them.

Michiru chuckled, wiping the cloth across Haruka's forehead. "Your fever does not impair your flirting."

"I don't see you complaining."

"Hush, love. Once I dress, I'll make you some tea."

"Thanks, Michi."

Going to the wardrobe, Michiru picked a light green dress and white jacket. She stepped behind the privacy screen—though for her and Haruka it was an option and not a requirement —and slipped into the outfit. Sitting down at the vanity, Michiru combed the bedhead from her hair and reached for a dusty pink ribbon to tie her hair into a flowing side ponytail.

Haruka gazed at her girlfriend—time froze, and her breath stolen. She'd never tire of their mornings together or watching Michiru prepare for errands.

"You look beautiful, dear. I hope don't get you sick or Hotaru."

"I'll be gone most of the day, Haruka. Hotaru is hanging out with Chibiusa, and if we need, we can ask Setsuna to watch her after she's finished at the lab."

Michiru stepped into her house slippers and crossed the bedroom to peck Haruka's forehead. "I'll start the tea. Rest."

Entering their small kitchen, Michiru set the water to boil. She selected ginger tea from the cabinet and got the honey. While waiting for the water, Michiru grabbed the phone and dialed Usagi's number.

"Usagi, it's Michiru. Can you do me a favor?"

"What is it?"

Removing the teapot from the stove, Michiru retrieved a mug and poured the water into it. Sticking the tea bag in the mug, she picked the phone up again. "Sorry, Usagi. Haruka's sick and I'm not proficient at multitasking."

Usagi giggled. "Are you asking me for help?"

"Yes. Can you watch her? I'm busy today."

"Sure. I'll tell the girls and they can escort Chibiusa and Hotaru to the park."

"See you in a bit, Usagi," Michiru said. "Haruka's tea is ready."

Ending the call, Michiru took the tea into the bedroom. Haruka sat up; her movements were sluggish. Holding the drink to her mouth, her girlfriend helped Haruka sip.

"Arigatō, Michi. Is Bun-Head coming over?"

Michiru nodded and set the tea on the nightstand. "She has to sort things first."

"Stay with me until she arrives." The huskiness of Haruka's voice was a seduction trick, although today its origin had more to do with her sore throat. Her energy dispelled from her body she had no stamina to attempt any physical activities.

Michiru chuckled, adjusting the cloth on Haruka's forehead, and reclining onto the bed.

Usagi burst through the door fifteen minutes later; a high-energy whirlwind that left bubbly sparkles in its wake.

"Haruka, are you okay?" Usagi called, pulling off her shoes and leaving them by the door. Luna patted next to her as she walked into the room.

"I've been better. Now that you're here my mood is improved."

Usagi blushed and Michiru sighed. "Don't flirt too much, Haruka. You need to rest."

"All right, Michiru. Good luck."

Michiru strode to the door and slipped into her white heels. Turning, she grinned, winking. "Take care of her, Usagi. Her lip rod is in the nightstand off-limits."

Usagi saluted and sat by Haruka. Luna curled up by her head on the pillow. Gingerly, Haruka stroked Luna's fur while she bumped her face against Haruka's cheek.

"You're not usually affectionate with me, Luna."

"Everyone needs comfort when they're ill, Haruka."

She sighed and adjusted her head on the pillows. Usagi dipped the washcloth into the bowl, squeezed it out, and replaced it on Haruka's skin.

"Would you like your tea?"

"Yes, Usagi."

She handed Haruka the mug and lifted it to her mouth. Haruka smiled as the tea hit her throat. "Thanks."

Usagi nodded and pecked Haruka's cheek. "I'll go and make you some food. You should sleep."

Sitting up, Haruka clutched her head. "Please be careful, Bun-Head. I don't want you to incinerate my kitchen."

Pushing her back into the cradle of the pillows, Usagi huffed. "I'm not that much of a klutz, Haruka! I can handle soup or ramen. Go to sleep."

"Luna, go supervise her," Haruka said, returning her tea to the nightstand.

Hopping off the bed, Luna walked to the kitchen. Haruka yawned and began to doze.

Fifteen minutes later, the phone startled her from her sleep.

"Hello?"

"Haruka?"

Haruka's mouth went dry, and she stared. "Seiya?"

"You okay?"

"We've screamed at each other when we've been in each other's proximity since you have returned. Why the concern?"

Haruka heard a familiar, sincere chuckle in Seiya's voice. "I sensed something was wrong. Are you unwell?"

"I felt like hell when I woke up this morning. Michiru had to go out." Haruka coughed and shielded her mouth in her other shoulder.

"Haruka?"

"I'm fine." The tenderness within Seiya's tone struck Haruka. Her heart ached.

Where did this renewed affection come from?

"Are you alone?" Seiya asked.

"Why so you can seduce me in my delirium?"

The playful reaction to the joke was answered with Seiya's witty reply. "Of course not, Haruka! I refuse to take advantage of you. And do have the strength?"

"No. The vertigo is killing me."

"Who is there?"

Haruka grimaced as her mind drifted to the kitchen. "Bun-Head. She's cooking and I'm worried she'll incinerate the kitchen." Coughing again, Haruka grabbed the blankets with her unoccupied hand.

"I'm coming over."

"Don't you have practice, Seiya?"

"Yaten and Taiki will survive a few hours without me. I'll bring cough drops and cold medicine too. The forehead cloth remedy can't last forever. See you soon, dear."

Ending the call, Seiya turned to meet Yaten and Taiki's intrusive and probing gazes. "What was that?"

"Nothing, Yaten," Seiya said, untying her hair and beginning to style it into a bun. "Haruka's not feeling well. I am going over to her and Michiru's apartment to check on her and make sure the kitchen is intact."

"You've been at each other's throats. Why?"

Securing her hair, Seiya smiled and looked at Yaten. "She's sick. I have to tend to her. I don't give a damn about the rivalry we have for Bun-Head's affections at the moment. Will you be all right without me for a while?"

Yaten and Taiki's eyes widened. "Did you and Haruka go out, Seiya?" Taiki said.

"Mhm. A year or two before she met Michiru. I'll be back."

Once at Haruka and Michiru's apartment, Seiya stood in the kitchen and watched Usagi cook—or try to. Seiya shook her head.

"Hey, Bun-Head, need help?"

Usagi continued to stir. "You needn't get up, Haruka. Don't strain yourself."

"Do I sound that much like her? I'm flattered. Turn around."

Usagi dropped the ladle, splashing some of the broth onto her. "Seiya?" Luna rolled her eyes.

"Haruka had the same reaction when I called her. Is what you're cooking almost ready?"

Flushing, Usagi lifted the ladle to her lips to taste. "Yes. Don't know why Haruka was worried it's chicken broth and some noodles."

Seiya shrugged. "She is protective. I brought supplies —cough drops and cold medicine." She lifted her arms to indicate the bags hanging from them. "I'll check on Haruka."

Walking into the bedroom, Seiya placed the bags on the bed. She sat next to Haruka and stroked her hair—the tips sweaty. "Hey, Haruka." Seiya lowered her voice to prevent Usagi from hearing the extra endearment she didn't think twice as she uttered. "Darling, you're burning up. Looks like I arrived in time."

"Just give me damn the cold medicine, Seiya. I'm freezing!" Haruka said.

Extracting the correct dosage from the bottle, Seiya dropped the pills on the blanket and cupped the mug of tea in her grip. "Can I help you drink?"

Nodding, Haruka put the pills in her mouth. Seiya held the mug to Haruka's lips and tipped it carefully to avoid spills. Once Haruka swallowed Seiya put the mug down.

Haruka stared at her again, her eyebrow going up. "You tied up your hair…into a bun. Are you attempting to impress me?"

Seiya blanched. No! It's preventive. You might vomit. The food's almost ready if you trust yourself to eat."

"No, not yet. I want to sleep and wait for the medicine to kick in." Seiya turned and started to stride toward the door. "Can you stay?" Haruka called, the volume straining her throat—a coughing fit causing her shoulders to quake. "I would like to talk to you before I sleep. Atonement is in order. I owe you an explanation for my behavior."

Seiya's steps quickened as she resumed lingering by the bedside. She patted Haruka's back and sat down at her side. "Are you okay?"

"Now that I'm not choking. I feel embarrassed to request this, however, can you hold me? I am so cold."

Seiya smirked and pulled her sock-covered feet onto the bed. Drawing Haruka closer to her, Seiya nestled them under the blankets. Haruka rested her head on Seiya's chest, her finger twirling the air automatically.

"If your hair was down, I'd be playing with it," Haruka said, blushing. "I'm sorry I've been a bitch to you."

"We can skip the obligatory apologies, dear. We both have not acted the most mature," Seiya muttered as she kissed Haruka's temple.

"I have no reason for the jealousy. However, I'm insecure about losing Usagi to you."

Seiya shook her head affectionately and laughed again. "You never will, Haruka. Bun-Head adores you too much. Even if I capture her heart, you'll be first; just as you will remain mine. That's how first love works, isn't it?"

Haruka elevated her head and gazed at Seiya. "Is that what we are to each other?"

"Soulmates? Is that an accurate description? I know it's selfish of me to ask now that you are with Michiru, however, will I be close in your heart?"

Haruka's breath slowed as she absorbed Seiya's question. Locking eyes with her, Haruka smiled. "Of course."

Seiya pecked Haruka's lips. "In any case, we'll always be united by our love of singing. Now, rest darling."

"If I'm not better by tonight you and Usagi will have to go support Michiru instead."

"You are sick, Haruka. You'd never suggest Usagi, and I go on a date," Seiya said.

Haruka coughed snuggling closer to Seiya. "Take my blessing and don't hurt her."

"I love her too, dear. I won't and you may be well enough by this evening. So don't fret."

A few hours later, Michiru walked into the apartment. She set her keys on the counter. Glancing to the living room, Michiru spied Usagi on the sofa cuddling a pillow with Luna situated in her lap.

"Usagi, what's the matter?" Michiru said, sitting on the sofa's armrest. "Did something happen? Is Haruka okay?"

"She's fine. Seiya's with her."

Michiru smiled softly. "They're making up, are they?"

Usagi screwed her expression into a veil of understanding. "They were a couple?"

Laughing at the higher pitch in Usagi's voice Michiru nodded. "Yes. Before Haruka and I met. What is that look for?"

"How are you okay with it?" Usagi asked, her gaze downcast. "If Mamo-chan had been with some other girl before me…"

"I trust Haruka."

Seiya strode over to the couch. "I thought I heard voices out here. Hello, Michi. Haruka hasn't woken from her nap, but her fever is breaking."

"Arigatō, Seiya." Michiru eyed her hair and smirked. "You're flirting with Haruka subconsciously."

"I am not! I tied my hair up that's it."

Usagi looked at Seiya's hair for the first time. "You tied it in a bun? Any specifics I should know?"

Michiru giggled. "Haruka confided in me that she loved Seiya's hair styled in a bun."

"You should get in there before she starts asking for me again."

"That's fine, Seiya. I want to change to prevent ruining my dress for tonight. Sit with Haruka if she asks. I'll change behind the screen."

Seiya's short nod exposed her heated face. Haruka opened her eyes, she sighed as she stared at the ceiling.

"You can give Haruka affection, Seiya. It doesn't bother me." Michiru said, stretching on her toes to kiss the woman's cheek. "I'm not going to take her away. If she desires to flirt or be affectionate with you it's fine." Michiru put her hand on Seiya's arm. "I mean it, dear. You care for Haruka still; do not punish yourself."

Seiya shrugged. "But Michi I couldn't impose."

"Seiya," Haruka said, grasping her hand, fingertips brushing Seiya's.

"Haruka?"

"Stay, I'm cold again."

"I'll warm you until Michiru is not busy."

Haruka sat up, gripping Seiya's shoulders and smiled devilishly. "It sounds like you're trying to seduce me. You swore you wouldn't."

"Haruka, I am not going to make out with you when you're sick." Seiya pushed her back onto the bed. Michiru giggled from the behind the screen.

"Be gentle with me," Haruka said, her eyes mimicking hurt. "I'm ill."

Seiya sank onto the bed with a dramatic flair matching Haruka's. "If you can flirt, you'll be fine. Almost recovered. However, I will warm you as promised."

"You kissed me earlier."

Embracing Haruka and resting her head on her chest, Seiya sighed. "Yes, I did. It was a peck. If I get sick from that I have cursed luck."