Summary: Inspired a bit by Bridget Jones' Diary. I've been wanting to write something from Elena's POV, and here it is, in missive format. Elena's first-person dispatches from the field, starting from her reporting for her first assignment as a Turk.

Disclaimer: Don't own FF, wish I did. This is written for fun and not profit.


8 August, 11:51 a.m., en route to Mythril Mine

Have just reported for first assignment as a Turk, filling in for Reno as he is indisposed, having had ass kicked by Cloud/AVALANCHE. Giddy! No, no, no - not giddy that Reno is hurt. That would be insensitive. Giddy over first assignment, however, which is to tail Cloud et al, AVALANCHE last seen in vicinity of Mythril Mine. Trying my best not to act like some over eager bubble-headed twit. Am a professional, am a Turk, and will present self as such.


8 August, 12:45 p.m., Mythril Mine Proper

Have finally met Cloud and others face to face, gave them stern warning what would befall them after what they did to poor Reno. Vile bunch, and Cloud is self-righteous prick. Man with gun-arm bellowing nonsense, could not understand one word. The Ancient was with them, looking amused by said bellowing. Other female – the bartender, Tifa? – looked less than amused, rolling eyes at Gun Arm. Really, sounds as if he is yelling while chewing on mouthful of mashed potatoes. Irritating! Would reach limit break quickly if I was forced to endure all that yammering about 'saving the planet.' Saving from what? Aggggh. Am done here, sending report to Tseng and returning to HQ.

Note to self – specimen Red XIII – what is he? Lion, dog, cat – all of the above? Lion technically is a cat, so would be the same. Possibly a Cuahl? Would ask Hojo to clarify, but find him too creepy. Will ask Tseng instead. Lovely, dreamy Tseng. Must stop crushing on boss! Unprofessional of me. Cannot help but admire him, though. His calm, sexy voice, authoritative yet not asshole-ish. Also, he is literally the only one who can get Reno to shut up with just a single, withering glance.


8 August, 4:13 p.m., ShinRa Headquarters

Have returned to office after harrowing helicopter ride. Miss Reno, who is much better pilot than Rude. Like Rude just fine, but near-silence during entire flight is just horrid. Gods, what am I saying? That I miss Reno's bantering?

Gah. Yes, yes, I do. Rude says so little that I feel forced to banter on aimlessly about random and uninteresting topics, ranging from average yearly snowfall at Icicle Inn, to best place for sushi in Lower Midgar.

Rude says he does not like sushi. Finds idea of raw fish repulsive. Take offense at this, as sushi is favorite dish. Feels like attack on my character. But, of course it is not. Am just being silly.

Oh, we're landing. Thank all the gods, even Leviathan. Wonder how Reno is doing? Perhaps will visit him in hospital later. I like Reno, really do, despite his insistence on calling me 'rookie'.