Warning: This fic was entirely conceived while watching Law and Order SVU! It is also a little more violent and language filled than most of the stuff I write. Therefore, if you are not over 18, you should turn around and leave right now! Rated M for strong language and violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII, Dirge of Cerberus, or anything in the way of true ownership! Please don't sue me over this piece of expression.

Light in the Darkness

By athrunzala

Instance 1:

Happenings

Yuffie awoke, a cold sweat covering her entire body. She had been having the same nightmare since that night. Since that night that he had saved her. It was because of him that she was alive. And there wasn't a day that went by that she wasn't grateful to him. Grateful not only that he had saved her life, but also because he was also willing to let her stay with him in Nibelheim. It wasn't that she wanted to stay in the town, but she just felt safer with him around. Feeling a little nauseous, she got up out of her bed, and walked out to the bathroom down the hall, where she proceeded to puke her brains out.

On the lower level, Vincent Valentine had been reading. He had come across the book during one of his many searches of the library in the back of the mansion. At first, it wasn't too particularly interesting. It was merely the story of a fictional land, where the average height of a person was around 3'4" and things were out of whack in their government. Certainly, the descriptions of the characters caught his eye, especially the one green person in the whole world. He felt that if she were real, she would understand exactly how he felt.

Deciding to make certain that Yuffie was safe, he got up off the couch and walked up the stairs, only to find the bathroom door cracked slightly. Upon opening it, he found Yuffie, curled up in the fetal position on the floor, wallowing in a pool of her own vomit. He scooped her up, and rushed down the stairs and out of the door, heading towards the one place that could help her at this point.

Several hours later

"Mr. Valentine?" The doctor looked around the waiting room for the soul belonging to the name. Needless to say, he was a little shocked when Vincent stood up and began walking towards him. Who wouldn't be? When the average person stands around 5'8", Vincent, who stood around 6', would be a shock to anybody who wasn't expecting it. "Well, doc? How is she?" The doctor, having recovered from the shock of seeing the raven-haired man for the first time, ran his right hand through his hair. "She's gonna be just fine. She just needs to rest more. And she might ask for some weird things, but don't worry. It's all completely normal." He then wrote a name, phone number, and address on a sheet of paper. Handing it to Vincent, he said, "Take her to see this specialist in three months.

Needless to say, Vincent was a little confused. "What do you mean? Why a specialist? And why does she have to wait three months?" The blonde doctor was a little confused by all this. "But I thought that... you… were…" Vincent looked back at him. "What? What did you think I was?" The doctor adjusted his glasses. "I thought that you were her husband." Vincent looked at the man with a look that practically screamed, "Do I look like the kind of guy who would do anything to her?" The doctor then pulled Vincent into his office, and explained the whole situation to him.

"She's what!?" the doctor looked back at him. "That's right. Mr. Valentine. She's pregnant. Now you might want to let her tell you again, but you have to find a noninvasive way of bringing it up. Try around dinner or when you are sitting and reading. However you decide to bring it up, just be careful." Vincent stared at the floor. "Yeah. And I think I know who did it to her as well." The doctor turned to a fresh sheet of paper and clicked his pen into the writing position. "Alright. Why don't we get to the bottom of this."

"A couple of months ago, she was raped after leaving a bar. She wasn't drinking, but the guy who did it was. Don't even bother telling the police, because I turned over his bloody body to them. She won't go anywhere without me now." The doctor looked up. "Why is that," he questioned. Vincent looked the MD straight in the face. "Because I saved her. Saved her before he could kill her."

The doctor stopped writing, and looked over at Vincent. "Okay. Then we know who the father was, but you won't want her anywhere near him. I'm assuming the police have told you about the trial date?" Vincent merely nodded an affirmative. "Alright then. When that day comes, she can go to the court as a witness, but you are to go with her. Tell them it is for safety reasons. You can take her home now."

Upon arriving back at the mansion, Yuffie ran straight to the bathroom and threw up. Again. Vincent figured that he had better get used to it. So he went into the kitchen and pulled out a cookbook that was filled with recipes from Wutai. He turned to the one Yuffie had told him about years ago, and began cooking. Even he had to admit, the concoction smelled and sounded quite appealing.

Upstairs, Yuffie heard the sounds of a skillet going, which meant that Vincent was making dinner. She wondered what he could be making, but decided that she could wait until it was finished. So she went downstairs and into the library to read for a while. After what seemed to her like two hours, she heard the sound of his footsteps entering the room, and turned around. "Heya, Vin!" Vincent looked back at her, a look of nervousness on his face. Yuffie, not being totally clueless, inquired as to the reason behind it. He just shrugged it off, saying that it "was nothing. Dinner's ready."

In the dining room, Yuffie sat in her usual spot next to the gunman, and they quietly shared the meal he had cooked. About halfway through, Yuffie broke down. "Alright already. I'm pregnant. I feel so dirty." Vincent was taken aback by this outburst. "Yuffie," he said, "I already know. The doctor told me this morning. How long have you known?" Yuffie looked back at him. "Two weeks." The she got out of her chair, went over to his, and began to sob uncontrollable into his shoulder. Vincent merely sat there, unsure of how to respond. The ninja's sobbing was getting to be a little annoying, so he did exactly what he had seen Tifa do whenever Marlene or Denzel got hurt. He comforted her. "It'll be alright," he said. "I won't let them hurt you. I'll protect you."

To Be Continued…

Next Chapter: When things begin to get more complicated, Vincent calls in some re-enforcements. Tifa arrives on the scene, Cloud in tow, and they help Vincent get the house ready for three occupants instead of two. Next Instance: Helping Hands.

A.n./ - Yes, this is technically a sequel to my previous fic, Genesis War. And yes, it has been edited to comply with the rules of this site, this means that the uncut version is only available in an email, so if you want the full story, then you have to 1) leave me a message asking for it, or 2) email me. If you email me, kindly place uncut chapter 1 as the subject. That will let me know that you are requesting the uncut version of this document, and that you are from any case, as always, read and review! I love to her what you have to say, but remember: flames will be completely and utterly ignored!

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- athrun