Dedication: To Kura AKA Kitsune of Death. Thanks for encouraging me to post things I otherwise never would have, like this story.

Sailor Moon Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its character, though I wish I did (especially Haruka and Michiru). I am making no money from this work. I own only Jill, Thomas, Howard and unfortunately Jose.

Can't Leave You Alone

By: Haruka's Knight

Nevada was at times an interesting place, aside from Las Vegas things weren't as fast paced and hectic. Still, Vegas was where this one young Japanese woman had made her home. It was odd for her to think she had been away from Japan for so long. The twenty-four year old, blonde woman grinned as she turned down a familiar street. She had come to the US for a trip when she was seven-teen and never gone home. That trip had as it seemed, changed her life, she had seen things that wouldn't be allowed in a "proper" Japanese home, and met people who spoke their minds far more freely. And she had discovered the local racetracks.

True, Haruka had raced back home, and done well, but here the racers were somewhat less disturbed to be beaten by a woman. They still were far from enjoying it, but it wasn't as important to hide her gender. Haruka had in fact made a number of male friends on the track and at the races, which it held. It had been at one such race that she decided to stay.

Flash back:

Summer was drawing to an end as Haruka checked over her car one last time, making sure it was safe for the race. This was the last amateur race she would have a chance to be in before her flight back to Japan. She was busy thinking over all the things she had seen and done those three months, over her cross-country trip, when a young woman walked over to her.

"Hi." The young woman pushed a lock of brown hair over her shoulder. Her brown eyes glanced at Haruka's car before returning to her. "I'm sorry to bother you, my friends made me come over here." She said, pointing over her shoulder at a group of young woman about their age.

"That's okay." Haruka smiled at her and held out a hand. She winked at the shorter woman in a friendly manner as she introduced herself. "My name is Ten'ou Haruka."

"Jill Tanner." The other young woman replied. She took the offered hand and shook it with a quick downward jerk, like a child would an adult's hand. Both chuckled and grinned. "You have a bit of an accent, where are you from?"

"Tokyo, Japan."

End flash back:

Haruka pulled her gray, Pontiac GTO up into the driveway of a small, white house. She had to admit that she had enjoyed the last seven years even though things didn't always go as planned, and sometimes she didn't like them, but she still enjoyed it. Thoughts of Tokyo didn't haunt her, as much any more, she wasn't as homesick as she'd first been.

"Jill, honey I'm home!" Haruka called as she entered the house. From the kitchen she heard some weird noise and the slam of the back door. She raised an eyebrow as she started that way, stopping when Jill popped out of the kitchen.

"Hi, love. How was the race?" Jill asked with a strange smile and eyes just a bit wider than normal.

"It was good, I won but Hector was close behind me." Haruka commented as she continued again toward the kitchen. She opened the door and stepped in to look around, craning her neck to one side then the other before entering. Except for a glass sitting on the table nothing was out of the ordinary.

"You know, I really wish you'd give up racing. It's so dangerous." Jill all but whined. It was becoming a daily discussion in their home.

"You know I can't, I feel like it's in my blood." Haruka replied as she sat on the counter. After a moment of silence she decided to speak again, change the topic before they fell into the same discussion they always played out on this. "I got a call today. Howard wants me to play at a few concerts with some violinist from Japan."

"That's great!" Jill smiled as she took the glass and placed it in the sink. She looked back up at the taller woman thoughtfully, not really smiling but still seeming somewhat more satisfied. "Where are these concerts and when will you start?"

"The big convention center by the casinos." Haruka paused and gave a sheepish look to the brunet as she scratched her blonde head. "That wasn't a good description was it, this is Vegas after all. We start on Monday with about two weeks of practice. For that part it will be like a 9 to 5 job, or so Howard told me."

"Do you have to go everyday?" Jill asked as she sat at their table, her curiosity seeming to have been peaked.

"Only week days. When the concerts start though it will be each day at about 7pm. Howard said that if this violinist and I get along he'll keep me on for the tour, I'm not sure I want to be away from home for so long though."

"Oh, come on. I'm a big girl, I'll be just fine." Jill chided her, giving Haruka a half glare. "And this is a lot safer than your races."

"Yeah, I guess so." Haruka quietly answered as Jill stood and shoed her out of the room, saying she wanted to start on dinner.

Haruka walked quietly up the stairs as she thought about it. It wasn't like Jill needed her here for anything but still it seemed odd. Haruka felt like they should both be more upset at being separated than either was. In fact she had a hard time remembering the last time either missed the other.

'Maybe seven years has just made us used to each other.' She thought, wandering off to the shower with out a real answer.