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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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No, Sands, I wasn�t referring to your review. I was referring to any of the assorted flames that I�ve deleted from amongst my reviews. If yours upset me, I would have deleted it, too (we have the power!). I do respect those who encourage me, but when I log on to find flames, not to mention emails sent to my inbox that are these long, drawn on rants about how I should change or do this or that and not in any sort of kind or constructive manner�that�s what gets to me. Moreover, it really pisses me off when I get these flames and reaming out emails from people who can�t even put together a legible sentence. I guess some people just don�t have anything better to do with their time.

"Ur wrieting suxs! I h8 wot ur doing. T3fa so ttly wont do Sid."

I mean, come the fuck on� I�ve already removed one of my stories from this site because of that kind of thing. Yikes.

Surely, She Ain�t Serious

Chapter 19

Cid was banking the ship around, trying to find a decent place to bring her down for a landing when Tifa finally showed up on the bridge. He gave her a quick acknowledgement, before getting to the task of parking the massive airship. "Hey."

Tifa looked over at the window, before turning her attention back to him. "Oh my God, we�re there already?"

"Yeah," he replied, easing his beloved craft to the ground.

"Okay�" She looked downright depressed. "I guess I�ll go see Vincent off on his way, then."

Cid cut the power to the engines and stepped back from the helm. "I�ll go with you."

She nodded, and then walked from the bridge, the pilot following at a short distance. Tifa led him to Vincent�s cabin door and knocked.

The gunslinger opened it quickly, scanning over his two visitors. "I heard the engines cut off. I�m assuming we�re there?"

"Yup," Cid clipped back, wanting to just get Vincent the fuck off his ship so that he could get on his way to Midgar. He figured the other man had interfered with his life enough over the last week.

"I see." Vincent walked toward his bed and picked up his pack from it, before coming back toward them. "I�m ready, then."

Tifa, having helped him pack earlier, wasn�t surprised that Vincent was ready to go so quickly. "Okay, I�ll walk you off the ship."

Vincent offered her a smile and then took one of Tifa�s hands within his right, before heading out. Cid, once more, just followed.

When they were out on the ground, there was a brief moment of silence, and tears began to fall from Tifa�s eyes.

The gunman pulled her to him tightly, his own expression pained. "It�s all right, Tifa. You know I will see you again."

"I just can�t stand the thought of you being out here, in the middle of nowhere all alone, Vince." Tifa rested her head against his chest. "I really wish you�d just come back to Midgar with me."

"I cannot." Vincent brought her out to arm�s length. "You know that I have to be here. Things�aren�t over, despite all that has happened. I must keep watch and when the time comes, I will be back."

Tifa didn�t honestly understand. To her, it just seemed like Vincent was trying to hide from the world, to disappear and never be seen again. "Vince�"

He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, before letting his hands fall away from her. "It�s all right, Tifa. Cid?"

The pilot came to attention, having tried to tune out during Tifa and Vincent�s moment. "Yeah?"

Vincent took a few steps over to him and extended his right hand. "Thank you."

Cid accepted the handshake, before crossing his arms over his chest. "No problem."

"When things start to happen, you will be one of the first ones I come to for help." Vincent�s eyes hinted at the fact he was smiling behind the collar of his cloak.

Not really thinking that anything ever was going to happen, Cid sort of just shrugged this off. "Sure thing, you know where to find me."

"Ergo, why I shall come for you first." Vincent knit his brow, looking as though he wished to ask for something. "Can I�"

"What?" Cid asked, just wanting this over with. He hated drawn out good byes. He just hoped Vincent didn�t want to kiss him or some such crap.

Vincent brought his right hand up and pointed vaguely at the pack of cigarettes the other man had beneath the strap to his goggles.

Cid huffed and rolled his eyes, before pulling out his cigarettes. He handed the whole pack to Vincent. "Fuckin� take them. There�s a lighter in the pack."

The gunman seemed pleased and accepted them, tucking them away in a pocket. "Thank you."

"Yeah, just don�t get too fucked up on them," Cid said with a smile, remembering how stoned Vincent had gotten off the one he�d stolen from him that morning.

"I�ll see what I can do." Vincent then looked back over at Tifa. "All right, I�m going."

"Bye�" Tifa said, still having tears in her eyes.

"See ya," Cid offered.

Vincent, feeling a burn in his own eyes, nodded at them and then turned, quickly walking off and disappearing amongst the eerily glowing trees that surrounded the abandoned city.

"Okay, let�s go." Cid turned away and headed back toward the ship.

Tifa remained in place, looking where Vincent had disappeared for a moment, before snapping back to reality and jogging up to the pilot�s side. "I hope Vincent will be all right."

Cid shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, hoping that doing so would keep Tifa from trying to cling to him. "He�ll be just fuckin� great."

His clipped tone caught her attention. "Cid? Are you pissed about something?"

"No."

"Well, something�s wrong." Tifa tried to slip her arm through the bend of his elbow, but found that he pulled away, stopping her. "Cid?"

"Look, I just want to get back to the ship and get on the way, all right?" He quickened his pace, determined not to let Tifa try and worm her way into getting him to do something he was going to regret-- again.

"Okay," she sighed and continued on at his side. Tifa figured he was just going back into sulking over her returning to Midgar the next day. "I�m sorry about this, but�I don�t know what to say at this point, Cid."

"It ain�t about you, Tif." Cid stopped, his shoulders slumping.

She thought he was lying, especially after the fit he�d had the night before. "Oh, right�"

Cid turned toward her, his eyes narrowed. "Look, lady, if I say somethin� ain�t about you, then it ain�t about you, got it?"

Tifa was taken aback by his expression and tone. "Okay, fine, don�t talk to me about it."

"There�s nothin� to talk about, and we�re not doin� what we�ve been doin�, so don�t get any ideas." With that, Cid turned and headed for the ship once more.

She started to say something in response, but nothing came out. Obviously, Cid was shutting her out and didn�t feel the need to give her any sort of explanation. After a few minutes, she went on, getting back onto the airship and shutting herself in her room.

The pilot went right back up to the helm of the ship and fired the engines up once more. He turned the craft toward Midgar and got them on their way.

After several hours, Cid was beginning to suffer nicotine withdrawls and he turned over the ship to one of his crewmembers before heading off to his room. After going in and shutting his door, he sat on his bed and pulled a new pack of cigarettes and his back up lighter from his nightstand and got to the task of easing his nerves. As he sat working on his first cigarette, he grew too warm and slipped his jacket off. In doing so, his cell phone fell from the pocket and hit the floor before him. He reached down and picked it up, but stopped just short of setting it down on his nightstand. After considering it for a moment, Cid opened it and dialed the only number he had memorized.

"Hello?" came a quiet voice.

Cid pulled the cigarette from his lips before saying anything. "What�s up?"

There was a brief pause as Shera contemplated why he would be calling. "Oh, uh, nothing. I was just sewing that button back onto that shirt of yours. You know, that old denim one."

The blond knit his brow. She was always doing things like that for him without being asked. "Thanks, I really like that shirt."

The fact that he�d just thanked her seemed surreal. "Cid, is something wrong?"

"No, not really. I just�well Shera, God damn it, I wanted to talk to you." He felt color coming to his cheeks, his heart rate picking up.

"Okay, what�s going on?" she asked, quietly.

Cid took a long drag, before crushing his cigarette into the ashtray on his nightstand. "I�ve done somethin� that I�m feelin� really bad about."

"What�s that?" Shera couldn�t believe that this conversation was taking place.

"You and me, we ain�t never been involved but�well, I sorta�" The pilot was finding it almost impossible to confess it to her. "I slept with Tifa."

Shera instantly felt a lump come up in her throat. Then again, he was right. She and him were not involved and it wasn�t the first time that he�d slept with a woman since she�d been living with the pilot. "I kind of figured that you liked her, with the way you talked to her and such when all of you were here."

"Yeah," Cid was feeling an unwelcomed tightness in his chest. "But, I�m feelin� really shitty about it."

"Cid, why are you telling me this?" she asked bluntly. "We don�t have a relationship, you don�t owe me an explanation. Why would you feel bad about it if you wanted to do it?"

"Because�even though I�ve done lots of things like that over the last few years, I just sorta realized that�well, these other girls, they�ve come and gone but when all was said and done, you were the one at home waiting to do stuff for me." Cid closed his eyes and leaned forward, lowering his voice. "No matter how jerky I was to you, you were there. I know you said this mornin� that it was because you felt that you owed me for the whole rocket thing, but really�I don�t think that�s entirely the truth. There were a couple of times when I�d come home with some other woman and you�d be really nice to her, but sometimes� Shera, I could hear you crying in your room in the middle of the night when I�d get up to go get a drink or somethin�."

The idea that he�d noticed this at all made her instantly feel embarrassed. She�d never really thought that he would have ever figured out her honest feelings for him. Shera had been in love with him since just a few months after she'd been assigned to work with him by the company. Never did she think he would ever go for her, though. "Oh�"

"And now after doin� this, I realized somethin� that I guess I�ve been tryin� to deny all this time. Just like a lot of those other girls, I thought I loved Tifa�but just like all of them, I would�ve gotten over it in a few weeks or whatever, leavin� me miserable again. I would�ve decided in a while that I didn�t really like her at all and that I didn�t want to see her again. You�ve always been there, though. I�ve never gotten sick of you." He bit his bottom lip for a moment. "I never would have let you move in and stay�if I didn�t really care about you. I always tried to blame you for ruinin� the launch but� Well fuck, Shera, you were right. I�ve treated you like crap, but beneath it all�"

Shera had tears on her cheeks and a smile upon her lips. She could hear the absolute misery in his voice as he tried to make his admittal, and decided to try and spare his pride. "Cid�it�s okay, you don�t have to say anything."

He got angry, but not at her, rather, himself. "Fuck it, Shera! I do have to say it. I have to say it because I should�ve said it years ago. I should�ve pulled my head out of my ass way before now, but it took�it took me gettin� fucked over, used, and hurt one last time for it to sink in, and Vincent�well, he called me on the truth. I love you, Shera. I always have."

Feeling almost faint, Shera collapsed back into one of the kitchen chairs she was standing next to, dropping the phone in the process. Her hands were shaking terribly as she tried to lean over and pick it up, falling to the floor as she did so. Finally, she got a hold of the receiver and lay back on the floor, her head spinning. "D�did you just�?"

"You fuckin� fell down when I said that, didn�t you?" Cid said, amused.

"Yeah, I did." Shera almost laughed. She�d often thought over the years about what she would say if Cid ever said such a thing to her, but those words all escaped her now as she stared up at the ceiling above her.

"Well, I do, Shera. I mean that and when I get home�" Cid imagined her. Shera�s body was shapely, her face delicate and attractive behind the glasses she generally wore. Damn it, she turned him on. "When I get home, I�m gonna prove it to you."

The woman didn�t know what to say. "O�okay."

"Good deal." Cid stood up, his embarrassment fading. "I�m gonna go."

"All right." Shera didn�t move from where she was. The shock was setting in.

"Okay, bye." Cid hesitated before hanging up. "I, uh, I love you."

"Cid�I love you, too," she whispered back.

Cid smiled to himself and hung up. His confidence and ego that had been winged by Tifa�s game was suddenly restored. With a smirk on his lips and the new pack of cigarettes in his hand, he marched from his room and back to the bridge.

In the meanwhile, Shera remained on the floor of the kitchen, dazed and gazing up blankly at the ceiling. She worried that she would have a heart attack if she so much as moved.
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