You know as I was browsing through Fanfiction, I realized that this pairing is rarely used, and I thought 'Wow. They're really married so I thought there should be a lot of stories focusing on this couple. I gotta do a story on them.' Because Nightwalkers is my main story, this is gonna be a short, simple story to go along with it. So without further ado, read away! =)

Some people would call her crazy for dealing with such a brute on an everyday basis. Others wouldn't believe their eyes when they saw her with him. Well, not with him, but seen in public with him and such. Shera never forgave herself after the incident. Cid could've been living his dream, but instead, he pushed it aside to save her life. For that, she was forever grateful to the sharp-tongued man. One can't place a price on one's life, which was Shera's philosophy. The caring, intelligent woman was even more grateful when Cid said that she could stay with him and also continue to work with him. Four years has passed, and the two have a nice routine going for them. Never once were either one of them late on their bills and for the most part, Shera does all of the cooking. Occasionally Cid would only want a sandwich or a bowl of soup so he makes that on his own. He wasn't as tidy as Shera, but she didn't mind. After all, the woman does owe Cid her life.

Shera was shuffling the papers that were in front of her. Lately, the Highwind have had a lot of problems, and that bothered Cid to no end. Shera did her best to keep track of everything that was being ordered, but when you have Cid yelling about another part that the Highwind needs, on top of the part that already needs to be ordered, it can create a stressful, hostile environment. She was sitting at the dining room table when she heard the door slam. Sighing to herself, she knew that wasn't a good sign. She wished the middle-aged man would learn to relax every now and then.

"The fuck do you mean it's not gonna be here til next week?!" Cid's angry voice echoed through the small home. He violently sat down in the recliner chair that was next to a coffee table and in front of the TV. He tapped his chest and pants pockets and got even more agitated when he didn't feel a cigarette box. Shera's hand reached out to him with a fresh pack from the freezer.

"I'm gonna get dinner started. I hope you're in the mood for meatloaf, homemade mashed potatoes, a asparagus."

Cid grunted in response to let her know that he heard her and to thank her for the cigarettes. She smiled and left the living room, hoping Cid would calm down. Chances are he won't but there was no harm in hoping, right?

"Listen here, lady! Tell fucker who's in charge over there to have my fuckin' part here by tomorrow afternoon! Not tomorrow morning, not tomorrow evening! Tomorrow in the fucking afternoon!"

Shera felt sorry for the poor woman. She grabbed the ingredients for tonight's meal and began to combine the assorted vegetables in the raw meat so she could begin kneading it. The foul-mouthed man slammed the phone into the receiver, and that made Shera sigh as she began kneading the raw meat. After she placed the meat into the appropriate pan, she washed her hands and began to mash the potatoes that she peeled earlier that day. Heavy footsteps entered the kitchen moments later and they subsided once Cid reached the refrigerator.

"I'm sure the part will come tomorrow, Captain." Shera replied in her usual tone.

"It damn well better be." Cid replied harshly but the harshness wasn't towards Shera, particularly. "I swear if this part don't come tomorrow, I'm gonna stab someone in the-

A loud sound roared into the dark night, followed by a flash of lighting. Mere seconds later, thunder came crashing down, causing the spice rack to rattle slightly. Shera practically jumped in front of the rack to prevent the salt from falling.

"Is the Highwind inside the hanger?" Cid asked as he went inside the living to relight his cigarette. He took a long drag of it before going back to the kitchen, but this time stopping at the archway connecting the kitchen and living room.

Shera nodded as she placed the salt securely back in its place and returned to her spot.

"What about the Tiny Bronco?"

A heavy tension was now in the room along with silence. Shera slowly turned towards Cid. He did not look happy at all. Cid stormed off before she could get one word out.

"Dammit woman!"

She didn't mean to leave the Tiny Bronco outside. She was so distracted by the paperwork that it slipped her mind. Hopefully tonight's meal would make Cid forget about her slight mishap. Once the potatoes were done being mashed, Shera added seasoning to it and began to work on the asparagus. Ten minutes later, Cid's heavy steps had a squeaky effect to it when he walked back into the house. Shera heard him stop to take off his boots and heard his body flop into the recliner, mumbling something under his breath. She didn't take any offense to it. At this point in her life, she was used to his foul language and smoking. Though the smoking did bother her, she didn't say anything about it, though Cid sensed she did have a problem with it so he tries to reduce his cigarettes around her.

Shera threw the asparagus in the pan and began cooking the green vegetables. She reduced the blazing fire under the pan to slowly cook it.

"Hey Captain, I want to take a shower. The food is cooking but slowly."

Cid nodded without turning away from the TV. Shera walked away went down the hallway and grabbed some towels from the lining closet. She went into the bathroom and let the water run for a couple of seconds before she undressed and went inside. The hot, steamy water began hitting her back in a pleasurable way. Her worries, mishaps, and stress washed away as it ran off her body and into the drain. At times, she would get lost in the shower. Besides when she's asleep, it was a time where she didn't worry about anything. No stress, no wrongs. Just peace. Her mind would ease away from reality. She began applying soap to her towel and began scrubbing her skin to rid it of dirt and the smell of raw meat.

After she was done washing her body, she grabbed her shampoo and began scratching the shampoo through her hair. Once she was done, she grabbed the detachable shower head placed it above her head and let the water do its magic.

"-era!"

She wasn't aware of her surroundings. She thought she heard Cid's voice, but pushed the thought away. The shampoo was completely out of her hair and the soap was almost off of her body when she heard Cid's voice clear as day.

"Shera! I think the 'sparagus is burnin'! How the hell do I work this damn thing?!"