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Intervention	By : PhantomChajo Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Story title = Intervention

Story Description = Reno finally succumbs to the dark and destructive nature of his
unstable emotions. When his bosses Tseng and Rufus do nothing & his partner
and friend Rude stands in the wings and watches mutely, it�s up to Elena to
step in and save him from himself. (Post Game, Elena/Reno, Het, Yaoi, Drug
& Alcohol abuse)

Author�s Note - Characters may appear OOC. Tried
to keep them as close to cannon as possible, but considering I�m writing this
not the people at SquareEnix, you�ll have to deal.

Disclaimers = I don�t own the boys and girls of
Final Fantasy 7, SquareEnix does.

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4 - Turning a Blind Eye

(Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me)

Told you everything loud and clear

(But nobody�s listening)

(Call to you so clearly but you don�t want to hear me)

Told you everything loud and clear

(But nobody�s listening)
--
Nobody�s Listening by Linkin Park

Elena spent only a few minutes explaining the situation
with Reno before Tseng stopped her. He turned his back to her as he silently
looked at Rufus, one dark eyebrow
raised. His eyes tracked the subtle movement of a hand and fingers. The
shifting of ice cold, mako blue eyes from Elena to the door then back again. He
nodded his head a fraction then turned back to Elena. �We shall discus the
matter when Rude arrives. Please plan to stay a little later then normal. But
for now, return to your post.�

The blonde looked at her boss, her boss's boss then the
window as she started nibbling the inside of her lip. �But sir..�

�Elena.�

She knew a command when she heard one. With a look of
worried concern, she let her shoulders fall in defeat. �Yes sir,� she said
quietly before exiting the room and returning to her post outside. As much as Reno and herself got into
arguments, petty fights, and other assortment of conflicts, she was honestly
worried about him right now. Sitting down at the small desk in the outer room
of the suite she stared at the computer monitor. Then it occurred to her. She
could use the hospital's own security cameras to find out what just went wrong.

~ * ~

�So our toy has finally broken,� Rufus said softly as he
closed his eyes. The sibilant hiss from the oxygen tube that ran under his nose
a base line to the mechanical blips and beeps of the medical equipment that was
monitoring his health.

Tseng moved a chair closer to the bed and sat down. His
fingers entwining with those of his lover. �Possibly. But knowing Reno, he'll
bounce back to his normal self quickly.�

The strawberry blonde nodded his head slightly. �Hmm�..
and if he doesn't?�

Tseng just smiled, �Then we find another toy to play
with.� His dark eyes glanced over his shoulder at the door that separated this
room from the other. �Perhaps blonde this time?�

Once icy blue eye cracked open accompanied by a knowing
smirk. �Female this time? Hmm� Well she does practically worship the ground you
walk on.� Rufus closed his eye again, ignoring the infernal beeping from the
machines and the hiss of the oxygen. �Though wouldn't you be going back on the
promise you made to Reno?� said with clearly faked shock over it.

The Wutain Turk laughed softly as he brought the pale
hand of his lover to his lips. �Ah, but should Reno be gone, then why keep a
useless promise?� He then placed gentle kisses along the young president's
palm, following the crease that was commonly called the 'life line'.

�You are devious, Tseng. I'm glad you are on my side
still.�

It wasn't long before there was a polite knock on the
door. Tseng stood, placing the chair back where he pulled it from then called
for the person to enter. It was the doctor in charge of President Rufus's
recovery. �I have some good news President Rufus. The casts can come off within
the next few days. All the scans show that the bones have knitted back together
nicely and you are on your way to full recovery. All without the use of
Materia. You will still need to use sprints and braces for a few more weeks
after the casts are removed. But after that, you shouldn't need anything else.�
The doctor left after checking the charts and making a few notations.

~ * ~

As per Tseng's request, Rude arrived at the hospital 30
minutes early that day for a meeting. Though he wasn't aware of the full story,
he had a suspicion the meeting had something to do with Reno's tardiness the
night before. There was only so much he could do to protect his long time
partner from their boss's scrutiny and temper before he would have no choice
but to let Reno sink or swim on his own. Instinctively he knew he was going to
be walking on thin ice the moment he stepped into the room.

After parking his car in the parking garage, he
traversed the short distance to the hospital itself. Once he was in the
elevator, heading up to the president's suite, he straightened his jacket and
tie one last time then dropped his ungloved hands to his side. Unconsciously he
flexed his fingers, not accustomed to going without the leather coverings for
so long.

His reflection stared back at him from the highly
polished metal walls of the elevator. It was like he was staring into his own
soul and quite frankly it unnerved him. It was one of the reasons he always
wore shades. Made it harder to look into the abyss of his own dark soul and see
the sins that had been committed over the long course of his job. He was saved
from any darker contemplations when the elevator chimed, announcing the arrival
at the requested floor. The door slid open, his reflection suddenly rippling as
if it was alive. A twisted smirk on it's face. He quickly reached up and rubbed
his eyes as he exited. It was just the lights playing tricks on him he told his
self. Nothing more. Right, then why did it feel as if he was walking to his own
execution? But none of it showed outwardly.

�Mr. President, Sir. Boss,� he said in way of greeting
as he entered the room, closing the door behind him then taking up his usual
stance. Legs spread shoulder width apart, hands clasp in front of him and his
shades covering his eyes.

Tseng had his back to the room, staring out the window with
his hands clasp behind his back. The same one through which he witnessed Reno
vanish down an alleyway earlier that morning. �Tell me Rude, how long have you
known?�

Rude blinked soft blue-gray eyes behind the dark shades.
��Sir?� He knew what Tseng was asking.

Tseng turned his head a fraction, light from the window
creating shadows across his features, hiding half in the darkness of the room.
�Elena, return to your post.�

�uh.. Yes sir!� The blonde Turk said as she almost
scurried from the corner where she was standing, past Rude and out the door.
Closing it once more behind her, sealing the three men in the room together.

�Do I need to repeat myself?�

Rude swallowed nervously as he reached up and tugged at
the collar of his shirt, loosening it a tad. �No Sir.� He hated having to
speak. He was never good with words, his voice was his actions. After looking
down at the floor for several long, painfully silent moments, he spoke.
�Officially? Since I became his partner. I had my suspicions before that though.�

Tseng raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at the bald
Turk. The two had been partners since before he became the leader of the Turks.
It was one of the assignments that Veld had handed out after the war. �So you
have known about Reno's� problems.. for the last ten years and failed to inform
me of it?�

�Veld was aware of it. I presumed he passed on his notes
to you when you became the leader of the Turks, sir,� Rude answered. His deep
voice soft in the quietness of the room.

The dark haired Turk smiled humorlessly. �Seems I must
have missed the memo then.� He turned away from the window finally, claiming a
seat in the chair sitting next to Rufus's bed. Leaning back, he crossed his leg
over his knee and steepled his fingers below his chin. �Please, enlighten me.
And by all mean, don't leave anything out. I'd like to hear it. All of it.�

There were steel orders beneath those velvet words.
There was no way he was getting out of it and Rude knew it. �Yes, Sir.�
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