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Sifting Through The Pieces	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sifting Through The Pieces

Chapter 2

Cid immediately forgot about the potential for the ground not being stable enough to hold him, and he scrambled down to the ledge a few feet below the edge of the cliff where Vincent lay. He fell to his knees at the gunslinger�s side and froze, not knowing what to do. From the battered condition of Vincent�s body, Cid honestly believed the other man to be dead.

"Oh fuck�Vince�" Cid said to himself, his voice wavering in his emotion. Slowly, he took the cloak in his hands and draped it over Vincent�s exposed body, trying to at least give him some dignity.

At this, Vincent managed to scrape the surface of lucidity and for a brief second, his eyes opened and he found himself staring up at Cid. The corners of his mouth quirked upward in his inward relief over being found, but his ability to remain conscious didn�t last long and his crimson eyes fluttered closed again.

"Shit, you�re alive!" Cid was absolutely amazed, and felt his body shake in his excitement. He knew that he had to get Vincent back to the airship quickly. The pilot examined Vincent for a moment, seeing the awkward angle that the gunslinger�s right leg was positioned beneath the cloak. Moving Vincent was going to hurt him terribly. "I�m gonna pick you up, all right?"

Vincent, no longer aware of the outside world, didn�t respond at all.

Cid bit his bottom lip as he maneuvered himself into a position where he could pick up the other man. Gritting his teeth, he got his arms under Vincent and then stood, lifting him up.

The agony this shot through Vincent�s body forced him back to reality. He cried out weakly, his eyes once more opening up.

Cid looked down at Vincent as he cradled him in his arms. "I�m sorry�I don�t wanna hurt you, but I gotta get you back to the ship."

Vincent, knowing this to be the truth, nodded slightly and rested his head against the pilot�s chest, bracing himself for what had to be done.

Seeing that Vincent wasn�t going to come completely unglued, Cid made his way slowly back to the airship, trying his best not to jostle Vincent anymore than needed. Occasionally, the gunman would whimper slightly, causing Cid to cringe, fearing that he�d hurt him. Within a few minutes, though, Cid was back to the airship and he started toward the makeshift infirmary upon it.

Vincent nuzzled into Cid a little more. His voice barely audible, he asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Sick bay," Cid huffed back, growing tired from carrying another human being.

His red eyes flew open again, and Cid felt the gunman�s body start shaking within his arms. Vincent begged him, "Please�just take me to your room. I don�t want anyone touching me�"

Cid stopped in his tracks, locking into Vincent�s gaze. "Look, guy, you�re real fucked up. You need the medic to check you out."

Tears cropped up in Vincent�s eyes. "No, Cid�"

Retard, he�s scared of being fucked with medically after all the shit he went through with Hojo, Cid realized. "Vince, you�re freaked out and I can understand that but you�re in real bad shape."

"I�I�ll recuperate on my own," Vincent managed, growing weaker. "Chaos�"

"Damn it," Cid knit his brow, "I know you can get better from some stuff, I�ve seen ya� do it, but this� You don�t know how messed up you got out there."

It wasn�t the notion of pain that Vincent honestly feared. Pain he could withstand-- even thrive on, but the idea of anyone touching him other than Cid was more than he could handle. Remembering that it wasn�t his place to argue with the man holding him, Vincent closed his eyes, causing a few tears to escape.

Seeing the gunslinger cry was more than Cid could take. "God damn it, fine. I�ll take you to my room but if you don�t get better soon, I�m gonna take you to the medic."

Unbelievably grateful, Vincent relaxed within the pilot�s hold. "Thank you."

Cid rolled his eyes and turned, taking his charge to his room. "I ain�t wearin� no fuckin� nurse outfit for you, though."

Vincent in no way, shape, or form could let that just slide and the right corner of his mouth hinted at a smile. "No?"

"I�ll drop your ass right here and now in this hallway," Cid said back, more than relieved that Vincent was at least well enough to joke. Then again, even healthy, Vincent never had much done so, and he couldn�t help but wonder if it was a sign of head trauma.

Shortly thereafter, Cid was lowering Vincent down upon his bed. He pulled away the cloak and tossed it to the side, looking over the gunslinger. Vincent�s body was covered in bruises and multiple lacerations from the fight and his slide down the hillside. His right leg was still twisted strangely and Cid shook his head. "I�m gonna have to at least have the medic come in here and set that leg for you."

"Just straighten it. It will be mended by morning," Vincent replied quietly.

Cid may have been able to force himself into beating Vincent a few days earlier in the mansion to get his point across, but doing this and causing his beloved this sort of misery instantly made his stomach turn. "No."

"Cid�please�"

"No, okay? Get it through your fuckin� head." Cid crossed his arms over his chest. "I�m supposed to be in charge, right? If I say I ain�t settin� that leg of yours, then I sure as hell ain�t settin� it! Besides, what if I don�t do it right and it goes back all funny?"

"Close is good enough, it will heal properly." Vincent met Cid�s gaze. "Anyone touching me other than you is torture�you touching me, even for something like this is ecstasy."

There was something that came through Vincent�s exhausted tone that caught the pilot�s attention. One of his eyebrows cocked upward. "Uh�Vince�"

Vincent raised his right hand slowly and reached out, touching Cid�s leg. "Do it. It may not be my place to make demands of you, but this one thing is not negotiable."

Unwilling to upset the other man further after what he�d been through and the trouble their last disagreement had caused, Cid sighed in defeat. "Fine."

Vincent closed his eyes and smiled faintly. "Thank you. Cid?"

The blond narrowed his eyes, wondering what else Vincent could want. "Yeah?"

"Claim me, first."

Cid wasn�t sure if that was a sexual request or not. If it was, he didn�t think that Vincent was in any condition to partake in such a thing. "Huh?"

He moved his hand from Cid�s leg and toward his own neck. "My collar�do you have it?"

Smiling, Cid reached into his jacket pocket and pulled it out. "Of course I�ve got it. For a while there�"

The gunman�s eyes opened once more. "For a while there what?"

"I�I sorta thought it was all that I had left of you." Cid looked at the piece of leather in his hands. "We finished off that fucker Sephiroth and�we had to get out, Vince. I didn�t wanna leave you behind but�we all woulda died if we hadn�t bailed when we did. I got everyone back to Midgar but�even though I thought you were dead, I came back. I had to and now�findin� you alive� Shit, Vince, can you ever forgive me for leavin� you here?"

Vincent saw the tears that threatened Cid�s eyes. "Feel not guilty for having done what needed to be done. Sephiroth�was defeated?"

Cid nodded slightly. "Yeah."

"Good, and Meteor?"

"Gone." With that, Cid made some sort of gesture with his left hand, illustrating the point. "We did it."

"And yet you look�regretful. Why?" Vincent asked quietly.

"I left a man behind, damn it! Not only that, but the only one on the fuckin� mission that honestly meant anything to me! What kind of person does that make me, Vincent?" Cid clenched the collar tighter within his right hand.

"The kind that knew what was at stake and did what needed to be done. If you had lost the others while trying only to find me�that would have brought into question your constitution." Vincent tersed his lips for a moment. "It�s the fact that even though you believed me to be dead that you returned anyway-- that shows me that as you claimed before, you love me. Now please, my collar."

The pilot�s guilt wasn�t completely relieved by this, but he knelt at the side of the bed and reached forward. Carefully, he got the collar back around Vincent�s neck, fastening it tightly as Vincent had previously expressed preferring it. "There, better?"

Vincent seemed to melt back into the pillow as Cid�s hands left his throat. "Yes, thank you. Now, my leg, if you don�t mind."

Cid closed his eyes for a moment and stood back up. He moved over to where he�d be able to do what he had to. After considering the situation for a moment, he walked away from the bed.

Upon hearing the pilot leave his side, Vincent opened his eyes again. "What are you doing?"

Cid turned back around, the broken remains of one of his spears in his hands. "If I gotta straighten it, then I�m gonna have to splint it to keep it that way."

Vincent smiled faintly, as the obviousness of the situation struck him as amusing. He watched as Cid then dug around inside his locker until he came up with three belts.

Supplies in hand, the blond returned to the bedside. He placed the two halves of the broken spear on either side of Vincent�s leg. The pilot met Vincent�s eyes for just a moment. "All right, you ready for this?"

"Yes." Vincent closed his eyes and grasped at the sheets beneath him with his right hand.

Figuring that the gunman was about as ready as he was going to get for this, Cid placed his hands upon Vincent�s leg and pulled on it while getting it straight. He could feel the ends of the bone within grinding together as he did so, causing him to feel nauseous.

Vincent cried out through clenched teeth, doing his best to remain perfectly still.

Cid quickly moved to get the belts tied around Vincent�s leg, to hold the spear halves in place, preventing his leg from becoming misaligned again. He began to feel a little sick at the mere thought of what he was doing, but he managed to get the other man�s leg splinted before going over and collapsing into a chair, leaning far forward.

Vincent panted to catch his breath as the pain slowly retreated back to a bearable level. He opened his eyes and scanned the room, spotting Cid in his current position. "Are you all right?"

"I just fuckin� snapped your leg together and you�re askin� if I�m all right?" Cid lifted his head a ways, and met his submissive�s stare.

Instantly able to appreciate the ghastly pallor of the pilot�s face, Vincent grew concerned. "You don�t look too well."

"I�ll be all right, damn it, just give me a minute." Cid hung his head again, his world still spinning.

"Perhaps it would be best for you to lie down," Vincent said quietly, honestly concerned for Cid�s well being. The fact that the outwardly tough pilot was this sensitive to things was endearing.

That didn�t sound half bad to Cid, and he unsteadily rose from his seat and made his way to the bed. He climbed onto it as best he could without jostling Vincent and came to rest at his side. Cid reached over and grabbed his blanket, throwing it over the both of them before closing his eyes and just reveling in having Vincent with him again.

It only took a few minutes before Vincent passed out into sleep. His body needed to get on the road to recovery and it was going to drain every last bit of energy from him for the next few days. Having Cid at his side made him feel at ease despite his pain, and his sleep was peaceful.
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