Disclaimer:
Sailormoon is not mine. It's Naoko Takeuchi's creation
The dimensional quantum band resonator was originally a concept
by Steve Thesken who wrote Quantum Destinies. Used with Permission
Sorano Chiba, Yukiyo Ten'ou-Chiba, Kaori Tomoe and her daughters are 
mine. Please ask my permission before using them.

BTW, Thanks to Angus Macspon who was my prereader for this fic. 

As always C&C and, yes, even flames are welcome. Though the flames
will probably just be ignored.  

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	Tomoe Kaori sighed and rolled her eyes up to the heavens as 
she heard another dull explosion from her husband's basement lab. She 
wiped her hands on her apron, brushed her long red hair back and went 
to see if her husband needed medical assistance. Again.

	"Why doesn't he experiment on something much less ... explosive 
the next time ?" she asked herself as she walked into the corridor. Yuki
and Mimi, her two eldest daughters, were fighting over the phone again.

	"No ! I got here first, so I get to use it !" said Yuki as she 
pulled at the phone. 

	"I'm waiting for Yoshi to call ! Put that back down !" Mimi said 
as she pulled one of of Yuki's red ponytails while her elder sister was 
tearing at her blonde curls. 

	Kaori ignored the two and continued on her walk towards her 
husband's lab. She looked out as she passed by a window and saw the twins 
helping Miyuki with her plants in the garden. Sayuri and Hotaru must be 
down at the lab, Kaori thought and she let herself smile. Sayuri, with her 
mane of snow-white hair, and Hotaru, her husband's daughter by his first 
wife, already had the same drive and intelligence that their father 
possesed.  

	She stopped at a blank wall with a keypad on the side. She quickly 
pressed in the security passcode. It had just been a minor explosion or else
the alarms would have sounded all over the entire Tomoe residence, 
immediately alerting the police and fire departments. Must be one of his 
experimental quantum band resonators that he's been raving about the last few
days, Kaori thought as she followed the peculiar plume of red smoke to the 
workshop.

	She was greeted by the sight of a wrecked chair-like device which 
was emitting electrical hisses, sparks and cracks. Her husband was busy 
using the fire extinguisher on it as her two daughters were helped their
friend from school, Haruka Ten'ou. They were dusting her off. Sayuri noticed
her mother's entrance and started to explain. "There was a power surge. 
Hotaru-niisan got her out of the resonator before it went haywire. She was
lucky she didn't become unconscious like we had predicted." 

	Kaori looked at Haruka and frowned. The poor girl was near tears. 
Must be the shock. She decided she was going to have a long talk with her
husband and daughters after they fixed this mess up. She hurriedly went to 
comfort her while her two daughters picked up nearby fire extinguishers.  	  
They were all too distracted to see a message flash across a computer 
monitor. The words "QUANTUM BAND TRANSFER 50% INCOMPLETE" were blinking in 
big white letters on the black background before the monitor fizzled and 
sparks sprang from the nearby equipment. It was completely covered when 
Hotaru hosed the table with carbon foam.    

	Outside, a man dressed in black disappeared in a blur, after putting
a small black object back into the long ankle-length coat he was wearing. 

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Two Heavens

by

Elsa Bibat
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	Things happen. 

	You know, weird _things_. Things that boggle the mind. Things that 
usually begin with Rod Serling coming out of nowhere with his calm monotone 
narrator's voice blabbing about the Twilight Zone.

	But that's not the sort of thing this particular tidbit of strangeness 
needs to begin with. What it needs is two Plutos, different versions of each 
other, both unaware of each other's existence, waking up with their temporal 
senses screaming, "DANGER, WILL ROBINSON, DANGER !" 

	However the moment passed and the two Plutos didn't sense anything 
else. Just that small little screaming that suddenly stopped as it began. 

	One Pluto shrugged and went back to sleep, dreaming dreams of 
childhood and marriages and faceless people.

	One Pluto shrugged and went back to sleep, snuggling up to Michiru,
who made that contented sound that one usually hears from the sleeping.

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	Haruka Ten'ou was waking up.

	She grumbled a bit as the light hit her eyes. Michiru must have 
opened the windows already. She was going back to sleep when she noticed 
something. 

	She was cuddled up to someone. 

	That someone was a man. He had both arms around her and holding
her in a very intimate postion.

	Then she noticed what she was wearing. She felt it actually. It 
was silky smooth against her skin and was a bit drafty.

	She was wearing a _negligee_! 

	Warning signals started screaming in her head as she opened her 
eyes and looked up at the stranger's face. Black haired and clean shaven, 
he was quite handsome and he was still asleep.

	Not for long. 

	Haruka's movements must have woken him up, since he stirred, opened 
his silver-gray eyes and smiled. It was the smile of someone waking up to 
a beloved's face.

	He kissed Haruka on the forehead and said the words. 

	"Good Morning, Dear." 

	As the entire logic system of her brain froze, her body locked up
too. Dear ? The sirens in her head were screaming full blast now. What 
finally made her already frayed nerves snap was what happened next. The
man, not noticing his bedmate's state, transferred his kiss to her mouth, 
initiating a full-blown passionate kiss. With tongue. If that wasn't enough
Haruka felt a hand come up, slowly caressing her legs and moving to her
breast and give a light squeeze. 

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	Let us now move our view to the kitchen. In there a young teenaged 
blonde-haired girl was making breakfast. She had the same short haired cut 
as Haruka and the silver-gray eyes of the stranger in the bedroom. She was 
dressed in a school fuku and was cooking scrambled eggs when she heard a 
crash and scuffle outside, in the vicinity of the bedroom. She arched an 
eyebrow and went to investigate, carrying the frying pan with scrambled eggs 
with her. Before she reached the living room she could hear a woman's voice 
calling for Michiru.

	"What the hell's Mom calling for Auntie Michiru for at this time of 
the morning ?" she asked herself as she hurried her steps to the living room. 

	What she saw as she reached the living room was Haruka wearing
nothing but a negligee and fuming. She looked to the bedroom door and saw it 
open, seeing the man enter wearing a bathrobe. She also noticed the black 
eye he was nursing.

	She looked to Haruka, who finally noticed her. 

	"Mom, Dad, it's too early for one of your fights - "

	She was rudely interrupted by Haruka, whose eyes had widened into 
the size of saucer plates, saying "MOM ?!"

	The teenager's eyebrow twitched. 

	"Dear, it seems that there's something wrong here if you don't even 
recognize your own daughter. I think we should see Plu-" 

	He didn't finish since he needed to catch his wife as she fainted.

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	Haruka stirred once again and opened her eyes. Slowly. She took 
everything in carefully. Okay, this looks like the room I share with Michiru. 
Not that the room where she woke up in the arms of a strange man was any 
different, but she needed to calm herself.  

	She sighed in relief as she saw Michiru sitting on the left side of 
the bed. She was dressed in a fashionable blouse and skirt outfit and had a 
worried look on her face. Must have screamed or something. That dream was 
really weird. That's right, a dream, Haruka's logic centers said as she
tried to calm her still frayed nerves.

	Haruka propped herself up on a pillow and smiled at her beloved.

	"Good morning, Michiru. You know I had the weirdest drea-"

	She stopped as she saw the two people standing by the door. Her mouth 
went wide. Then she noticed she was still wearing the negligee from earlier. 
She was feeling dazed and was about to faint again, when Michiru put a hand 
on her shoulder.

	"Why, Haruka, what's wrong ?" Michiru said as she followed her gaze. 

	"Um....Ruka-chan, are you alright ?" the man asked as he entered. He
was now dressed in a simple blue polo shirt with white slacks. He was holding
an ice bag over the black eye she had given him. 

	"Who the hell are you ?" Haruka asked, a bit dazed. Ruka-chan, the 
man was calling her Ruka-chan and he called her Dear earlier and the young 
girl called her -

	"Mom, you have amnesia or something ? He's your husband and I'm your 
daughter." Haruka could recognize some of the similarities between the two 
people standing before her. They were quite noticeable. She could see the 
silver-gray eyes that father and daughter both shared. The same 
aristocratically shaped nose that they shared. She could also see the 
short-cut blond hair that the young girl had. She'd seen it every time she 
looked into a mirror. She noted with a wry smile that the girl was acting a 
lot like her at the same age.   

	Wait a damn minute.

	Something was definitely wrong here. There was no way in hell that 
she could have married a man. 

	"I don't know you. You or him," Haruka said as she pointed the man. 
"The last thing I remember was me going to bed with Michiru last night." 
Haruka could notice the sidewise glance that Michiru and the man shared. 
She arched an eyebrow. "Something you two aren't telling me ?" 

	Michiru sighed and she had that look on her face. Haruka had only 
seen that look a few times and it was always when Michiru remembered 
something painful from her past. 

	"There was a time, Haruka, when I'd have given anything to do what 
you just said," Michiru said then looked at her with a sad smile. "But Sorano 
had already captured your heart when we met."

	The man that Michiru called Sorano chuckled weakly and scratched the 
back of his head. "Though I think we both didn't know it," he said as he 
moved forward and sat on the right side of the bed. He tried to put his hand 
on Haruka's but she took it away. He flinched a little, a hurt expression 
flashing across his face. But he was persistent. 

	After a few times of trying to hold her hand, he growled a little. 
Then he tried a different approach. He looked into her eyes. Haruka could 
feel those eyes gazing deep into her soul. She couldn't break away from the 
gaze, no matter how she tried. She was surprised when she felt something 
like...like... the love she had for Michiru stir within her. She felt that 
love spread all over. She tried to fight it like the way she refused this 
strange man's hand clasps, but the feeling just washed over her. 

	She tried her best, but there was no way in not enjoying it. Both 
Haruka and the man looked at each other for quite some time, emerald green 
eyes meeting silver gray ones. Haruka felt a pleasurable sensation go 
through her mind, twice as enjoyable as the initial feelings that had 
bombarded her. It caressed her consciousness and she reveled in it and 
accepted it, even as she tried to refuse. It was as if her own mind was 
rebelling against her, seeking the pleasure that the feeling gave. To the 
two other persons in the room, it was as if Haruka was entranced by the man's 
eyes. 

	Michiru flinched as she saw the look on Haruka's face. A thousand or 
so years with Setsuna and you're still not over her, she thought ruefully.   

	"A link ? Auntie, why's - " The young girl said as she turned to 
Michiru.

	"Shhhh." Michiru shushed her and motioned her to keep silent. 

	"You really don't know about all of this don't you ?" Sorano said as 
he blinked once and broke the spell. Haruka felt as if she was coming off a 
massive rush. I've only 

	"No."         
   
	He sighed. "Michiru, where's Setsuna ?" he said as he stood up. 

	"She said she'll be along as soon as possible." 

	"Okay. Haruka, I don't know what happened. I woke up this morning 
expecting my wife to kiss me back and maybe a little more." He smiled and 
looked at her. She suddenly noticed that she was still wearing a negligee. 
She pulled up the blankets a bit, which was strange since she usually 
didn't have that much sense of feminine modesty. Also there was a thought 
inside her head, she didn't know from where, itching to get out. 

	She let it out.

	"Pervert," Haruka said as she gave Sorano a dirty look. She didn't
know why but it seemed like the right thing to do.

	Michiru and Sorano looked at each other briefly, then started to 
laugh. Haruka and the young girl looked at the two. They stopped laughing 
after a while as they started to notice the odd looks that the other two 
in the room were giving them.

	"I still see you have the touch, Sorano."

	"I never lost it, Michiru. I never lost it."     
  
	"That word brings back a lot of memories." Michiru said with a sigh.  

	"What are you two talking about ?" the young girl asked irritatedly.

	"Just the old days, young one. Back when your mother and father were 
still pretending to be at each other's throats for being forcibly engaged."

	"Pretending ? We weren't pretending, Michiru. At least she wasn't. I 
still have some scars to prove it," Sorano said as he smiled ruefully. He 
already had that faraway nostalgic look in his eyes, as he started to board 
on what was probably a trainload of memories. 

	Haruka decided to derail the train before it left the station. 

	"Um...could you two tell me who the hell you are supposed to be ?" 
she said referring to the man called Sorano and the still unnamed girl. 

	The young girl that was supposed to be her daughter looked at her 
father with a surprised look. "She really doesn't remember ?" 

	"Yup, I used the link, remember ?." Sorano said with a tap to his 
temple. He looked a little uneasy. 

	The young girl moved and took Haruka's hand in hers. "Mom, what 
happened ? You were fine last night...heck, from what I could hear through 
the wall, you were _very_ fine." she said, finishing with a wide grin and 
a meaningful look to both Haruka and her father. Haruka couldn't help herself 
and smiled back. She felt the girl give her a reassuring grip. Then she 
suddenly realized what the young girl's statement was implying, she went 
pale. 

	No way...

	Sorano's cheeks colored almost the same time. "As lecherous as her
mother..." Haruka could hear him mumble from where he stood. 

	Haruka tried to calm herself again. No way. No way in a million years 
could I have had sex with a man. Trying to distract herself from that line of 
thinking she asked the girl, "So, as I've been asking repeatedly, who are you 
two supposed to be ?"

	The young girl made a face and looked to her father. "As I said, she 
doesn't know." Sorano said as he started to run his hand through his hair 
again. 

	"Well ?" Haruka said impatiently.

	Michiru decided to answer the question for the two. "Haruka, that's 
your husband, Sorano Chiba. This is your daughter, Yukiyo Ten'ou-Chiba."     

	Husband ? Daughter ? Haruka's mind was starting to short out again. 
What the hell... 

	"How..."  she articulated as she was trying to figure things out in 
her head. 

	"Your parents engaged you when you were sixteen and you got married 
as soon as you reached eighteen." Setsuna said as she materialized by the 
bed. She was in her Senshi uniform and held her Time Staff in both hands. 

	"Hello, Auntie Setsuna!" Yukiyo said as she waved a hello to the 
Guardian of Time. Auntie Setsuna ? Haruka thought to herself with a snicker. 
Then she saw something that almost faint again. She saw Michiru give Setsuna 
a passionate kiss and Setsuna was giving as good as she got. 

	"Will you please stop doing that in front of my daughter. You're 
being a bad influence." Sorano admonished, a joking smile on his face.  
  
	"Mom ? You okay ?" Yukiyo asked her mother. Haruka was gaping at the 
two of them. "Better close your mouth, Mom. A fly could get it in."   	 

	The pair stopped several moments later after hearing Yukiyo's 
comments about coming up for air.  	
  
	"So what seems to be the problem ?" Setsuna asked, in a tone that 
Haruka never heard before from the Guardian of Time. She was a lot chipper
than she was supposed to be. She was still in shock at the scene she had
witnessed. Setsuna with Michiru ?   

	"Mom seems to have lost her memory, Auntie." Yukiyo answered.

	The Guardian of Time arched an eyebrow. "What ? She was only supposed
to lose her memory once. She didn't bump her head or something like that ?"
she said as she went nearer to look at Haruka.

	"I don't know. I woke up and did what I usually did to wake her up 
and she gave me a right cross," Sorano said, wincing as he touched the 
bruised area around his left eye. At this Haruka glared at him.

	"You were groping me !" she snapped at him angrily. 

	"That's what you like !" he shot back.

	"WHAT ?!?" Haruka shouted. "Okay, let's get this straight ! I don't 
know you or the young lady who claims to be my daughter. All I know is that
I went to sleep with Michiru last night and woke up beside a pervert !"

	Setsuna was obviously puzzled by her statement. She considered for
a moment then asked Haruka, "Haruka, what year is it ?"

	Haruka turned to look at her with an irritated look.

	"You're the Guardian of Time and you don't know ? It's 1995 !" she
said in a matter-of-fact tone.    

	Every other person in the room looked at each other, giving each 
other meaningful gazes.		
    
	"What !?" Haruka suddenly started to get really nervous. Setsuna shook
her head and glanced at Sorano again, then back to Haruka.
  
	"The year is 3207 Anno Domini. It has been three hundred years or so 
since the establishment Crystal Tokyo and the Crystal Millenium."  

	_That_ was when Haruka fainted again. 

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The next part will come as soon as I get it fixed up and polished and get it 
approved by the authors I'll be borrowing from.