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Surely, She Ain't Serious	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Okay, a little break from all the smutty goodness�

And sorry for underestimating how many people actually care about this story. Who woulda thought?

Surely, She Ain�t Serious

Chapter 15

Cid woke up, finding himself staring up at the ceiling from a different perspective than he�d gotten used to from his bed over the last several months. When he tried to move, not only was he incredibly sore, but found that someone was sleeping against him. He looked to see Tifa still very much out, with her head on his shoulder and her arm draped over his chest. The pilot smiled to himself, realizing that they�d remained on the floor where he�d landed after he and Tifa�s last encounter.

Slowly, he managed to get up without waking her, despite how much he hurt from the night�s sleeping arrangements. Cid went over and turned down the sheets on the bed and then went back over, taking up Tifa in his arms. Carefully, he then put her in bed and covered her with the blankets. After giving her a kiss on the cheek, he got dressed and then exited the room.

Cid figured it was best to let her sleep. After all, it was still pretty damn early for her to be getting up, and if he knew his crewmembers, which he figured he damn well did, they should be getting back to the ship soon, under the assumption that their captain didn�t get up until six. It was presently five thirty and they would return shortly, hoping to get back onboard without him ever knowing that they had all stayed the night off of the airship.

The pilot got to the bridge of the airship and looked around, spotting several of his men at their posts. "Bet you�re all hopin� that I didn�t notice you guys disregardin� my orders to come back last night, huh?"

Many of them instantly looked guilty.

Cid smirked and strode over to the helm. "Well, thank you all very much."

There was a general look of confusion amongst the men present, but none of them dared to say a word about it. Seeing him not fly off the handle as usual was a novel thing and they opted to not push their luck.

Getting to the task of checking the gauges of the ship, Cid was slightly startled when he felt someone�s hand upon his shoulder. He spun quickly and found himself face to face with his head mechanic. "What the fuck, O�Malley?"

"Sorry, Sir." Bradley dropped his gaze to the floor. "I was just coming to tell you that I�ve done the morning checks on the engines and that all�s well."

"Good." Cid became thoughtful for a moment. "Anybody do a headcount to make sure everyone�s onboard?"

"We�re all here, Sir." The mechanic met his gaze.

"Good deal," Cid sighed, resigning himself to his fate. "We should get on our way, then. We�ll hit Cosmo by tonight, then the City of the Ancients tomorrow, Midgar after that. Then we can all go the hell home."

Bradley donned a strange expression. He seemed completely onboard with this plan of action. "That sounds very good, Sir."

The pilot watched as the other man started to walk away, but there was something noticeably wrong with him. "Hey�O�Malley?"

He turned back. "Yes, Sir?"

"You�are you okay?" Cid asked.

"Just looking forward to�dropping off our passengers and going home, Sir."

Cid suddenly realized that the mechanic must have some unresolved issues with what had happened between he and Vincent a few nights before. The man had never once seemed to dislike being on the airship working before. It looked like no one�s life would be normal until everyone was where they belonged again. "I see. Carry on."

The mechanic gave him a forced smile and slight nod, before vanishing from sight once more.

Having the confirmation of all being aboard, Cid turned the ship toward Cosmo and started off.

A few hours later, Tifa stepped onto the bridge. She came right over to Cid and gave him a smile. "You left and didn�t get me up?"

"You needed the sleep, Tif." Cid shrugged. "I got up at half past five, and I know you generally don�t get up until at least eight."

Tifa couldn�t argue with him there. "So, where are we headed?"

"Cosmo. We�ll be there by six tonight." The pilot knit his brow. "I�d say after Red leaves, we�d just carry on straight through the night and get Vincent to where he wants to go, but I know everyone will want to hang out in Cosmo all night just like they did in Wutai."

"Well, the people in Cosmo do like to have parties, you know." Tifa shoved him playfully. "That means you get to keep me on the ship a little longer."

"Yeah, I know." Cid dropped his gaze away. "That�ll just make it that much harder to let you go once we get to Midgar."

Tifa�s expression fell and she looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention to them. "Cid�"

"I know, it�s all right." His smirk returned. "Nothin� I can do about how things hafta be."

"Okay." Tifa suddenly felt more than a little bad about the unfortunate circumstances between them.

"Watchin� me fly this ship has got to be about as exciting as watching paint dry." He gave her a sidelong glance.

"I don�t really have anything else to do. Vincent isn�t even out of his room yet." She leaned against the control panel.

The thought of his head mechanic�s behavior that morning came to mind. "Hey, Tif, can I ask you somethin�?"

She moved a little closer and nodded. "What�s up?"

"Vince�" Cid reached up and pulled his cigarettes from beneath the strap to his goggles and got one lit up. "Did Vince ever say shit to you about what he did with my crewman the other night?"

The very fact that Cid was asking such a thing struck Tifa as odd. "Uh, why?"

"If my men are happy, then my ship runs well. If they ain�t, shit goes wrong because they don�t got their mind on the task. So, I need to know what�s goin� on with Vincent and O�Malley." Cid felt like a complete ass for discussing this at all, but for whatever reason, he knew it was important.

"Oh," Tifa began to fidget with her hands nervously. "Uh, well, Vincent told me that he was really drunk and he approached Brad more or less completely at random. After they got into Vincent�s room, uh, well, you know what they did and�"

Cid awaited her continuation, taking a long drag off his cigarette. "And?"

"And�" Tifa felt her face go red, since she honestly felt it wasn�t her place to be discussing Vincent�s dealings. "Afterward, I guess when they started to sober up, Brad kind of�left without saying much. Vincent, you know, felt bad since he�s never been one much for the whole one night stand bit. So, later the next day, when he tried to talk to Brad, I guess Brad sort of freaked out on him because�as it turns out, he�s not actually�gay."

Cid damn near choked on his smoke. His cigarette instantly fell from his lips and hit the floor, but he didn�t really notice. "The fuck? You�re tellin� me that Brad isn�t gay, he just got so fuckin� drunk that he thought fuckin� Vinny was a good idea?"

"From the sounds of it, yeah." Tifa looked back over her shoulder nervously, afraid that somehow Vincent would hear their conversation. "Since then, Brad won�t even look at Vincent, and Vincent feels pretty bad about the whole deal."

"I�m really God damned glad to know I�ve never been that fuckin� drunk. Holy shit." The pilot ran a hand through his hair. No wonder poor O�Malley wants off the damn airship and away from the fucker, he thought to himself.

Looking guilty for having divulged such information, Tifa wondered what Cid was intending to do. "So, what�s the plan?"

"Dunno." Cid shrugged and spotted his half-smoked cigarette on the floor. He crushed it beneath his boot. "I guess this just means that if O�Malley is distracted enough as to really fuck somethin� up on this trip, that I get the honor of kickin� Vincent�s ass for it."

"It wasn�t entirely Vincent�s fault, Cid." Tifa crossed her arms over her chest. "He didn�t know that Brad wasn�t�"

"I can�t really understand the whole damn thing. I don�t see how you could drink yourself queer, and sober back up straight in the morning." He shook his head to rid himself of the visuals that were forming.

"Maybe he�s not straight. Maybe he�s bi, who knows? It could just be that he�s never been able to admit how he is to himself." Tifa simply felt the need to take the blame for it off of Vincent. "I think there are a lot of issues under the surface of what happened that night that we don�t know."

"Whatever." The blond opted to leave it at that. "Just�just tell Sunshine to stay the hell away from my men, all right?"

"I�ll see what I can do." Tifa, picking up something in his tone, knew that the pilot didn�t want to talk anymore. She began to retreat. "I�ll see you later."

"Okay." Cid turned his attention back to the helm, trying to clear his thoughts.

Why nothing could ever be fucking simple was beyond him.
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