Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII. Or any characters mentioned from FFVII. But I do own Samantha. And Emily.

--Chapter 1: Halloween Cosplay--

In a small town, a local restaurant was celebrating Halloween by allowing its servers and bus people to dress up for the occasion. There were costumes of all kinds, from black cats to witches, and even a ghost. But there was one particular waitress who went a bit of a different route.

"Here are your tips for the day, Kenny." She handed one of the busboys a wad of one dollar bills.

"Thanks, Sam." He walked away to go and clock out. Sam was dressed in a black suit, and a red wig, spiked at the top, and with a ponytail in the back. Her face had a red streak under each eye; she had sunglasses on her forehead, and on her belt, was a baton that she had carefully crafted from PVC pipe and silver spray paint.

"Time for my side work." She pulled a bucket full of individual packets of sugar out from under the counter, and began to place them into their designated containers, next to the jelly, which she had already filled.

While she was humming to herself, and the last customers were leaving for closing, a man dressed in red burst into the restaurant.

"I need some help." He was carrying another man, who was dressed similar to Sam.

She dropped what she was doing, and ran over to the newcomer. "Holy crap! What the hell happened to him?" The unconscious man was covered in wounds and blood, and his clothes were shredded.

"He was attacked." Sam took the wounded man, and set him in a counter seat, carefully laying his head on the smooth surface.

"By what? A lion or a tiger?" Sam asked sarcastically.

The man in red said nothing, but looked out the window.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"

"They're coming."

Sam was taken aback. "Who's coming?"

The man in red turned to leave.

"Wait! Just who the hell are you?!"

He looked at her quizzically. "I could ask you the same question."

"My name's Sam. Now, who are you?"

There was a pause as the man considered telling her. "Vincent Valentine."

Sam just laughed. "Yeah. And I'm Cloud Strife."

"You don't believe me."

"I believe that you are either really into character, or crazy. I'm leaning towards the latter."

"I just need you to take care of him." He pointed to the man that Sam put on the counter.

"Why didn't you take him to a hospital? He really needs professional medical attention!"

"I can't do that. They'll find him too easily."

"Who?"

"I can't tell you that." Vincent said in a quiet voice, like the walls themselves had ears.

"Why the hell not?!" Sam was getting pissed, and her voice showed it. "You drop a wounded man on me, tell me that you're Vincent Valentine, I can't take this guy to the hospital, some one or something is after the two of you, and I get no goddamned explanation?" She sighed in exasperation. "What the hell do you expect me to do?"

Vincent said nothing for a moment. Then he spoke. "We were fighting a group of monsters near Edge. I went in to help Cloud and the others. He-" Vincent gestured to the man at the counter. "-and the Turks just happened to be there. While the fight went on, something like a portal opened up, and sucked us up. I don't know what happened to the others. I just happened to end up with him."

"Who is he? He looks familiar."

"I think you can figure that out for yourself."

Sam thought for a moment. "If I find out you're lying to me, and that this is some kind of sick joke, I will hunt you down, and kick your ass."

Vincent seemed taken aback. That was really sudden. Then, after a second, he nodded and left.

Sam sighed. She had no idea what to do with this guy.

"Sam." A new, quiet voice whispered.

"Yeah, Emily?"

A girl dressed as a black cat moved from the kitchen to the dining area. "I'll finish your side work. You should get him out of here." She said quietly.

Sam was surprised. Emily was usually timid, and she only spoke when necessary.

"You mean it?"

Emily smiled, and nodded.

"Thanks. I owe you." Sam put the injured man's arm over her shoulder, and began to drag him to her car. "All that's left is the sugars. I managed to get everything else done." Sam called over her shoulder.

"Then you don't owe me very much. I might just let this one slide, considering you really have helped me out. I owe you more than one." Emily smiled again.

Sam looked taken aback for a split second. Then she returned the smile. "Alright. 'Bye." She left.

Once in the car, Sam buckled her passenger in tight, and got in herself. Once in, she gunned the ignition, and drove home.

After dragging her companion up two flights of stairs, and through her front door, Sam managed to clear a spot of clothes off of the couch in her living room, and laid the man on it.

"Now, where the hell is my First Aid Kit?" Sam muttered to herself. Quickly making her way through the dump that was her apartment, she made her way to the bathroom, and dug through the medicine cabinet.

"Aha! Here it is!" She pulled a small, red bag from one of the shelves. She returned to the living room, and found herself in a bit of a bind.

"How am I going to do this without taking off his clothes? I don't want to seem like some kind of weird pervert."

After pondering this for a while, she came to an undeniable conclusion.

"Damn it. I can't."

SF15: A strange ending, but I prefer to let things like this write themselves. Besides, this might be fun to play with! Please read and review!