Disclaimer: Much as I'd like to, I don't own Sailor Moon or Haruka.

Note: This is based on my own family. I just got my license yesterday! The lines Michiru is making Haruka practice are the same ones my mom has been rehearsing with my dad.

Michiru sighed. "No, you ask about the other people BEFORE you ask about your car."

"Don't you think Hotaru is a bit young to learn to drive?" Haruka, though honestly worried about Hotaru, was currently a bit more concerned about the well-being of her beloved car.

Michiru rolled her eyes. "You were driving years before-"

"Fine, fine!" Haruka conceded, preferring not to discuss the age at which she herself had learned to drive, which happened to be years younger then the minimum age.

"Good. Now let's go over this again. I'll be Hotaru." Michiru held her hand to her mouth like a cell phone. "Papa... I got into an accident..."

Haruka winced. "Are... you... okay?"

"Yes."

"Is... everyone... else... okay?" Haruka thought about her beautiful car. She wouldn't mind driving Hotaru around for a few more years, or ever, in fact. Why was getting a license so important?

"Yes."

"Can... you... drive... the... car... home?"

"Yes."

Haruka breathed a sigh of indescribable relief at that last answer. Michiru had been practicing these lines with Haruka, an exercise she hated with a passion, ever since Hotaru first expressed an interest in learning to drive.

Michiru, while she did not by any means enjoy the thought of any situation which might bring harm to Hotaru or the car in which so many of her memories took place in, understood the importance in preparing Haruka for the worst.

It took several minutes of practice before Michiru was finally satisfied with Haruka's responses. Still, she hoped that if something did happen, she would be the one to answer the phone. Hotaru had left to practice driving with Setsuna a while before, a fact that stressed Haruka almost as much as it would if Seiya showed up again and started hitting on Michiru.

The phone rang. Haruka jumped but picked up the phone immediately when caller ID showed Hotaru's cell phone.

"Pa-"

"How's my car?!?"

Michiru slapped her forehead in exasperation. "Haruka..."