A/N: I know there's like tons of stories on what happens after the events of FF XIII-2, but this is my take on it. c:
Adjusting.
She blinked open her eyes to an unfamiliar room. It really was quite the room too, the walls were extremely white and the entire wall to her left was a huge window overlooking a bustling city below the, apparently, huge building she was inside. She hadn't seen anything like the city before... except on Cocoon.
Alarm spread throughout her groggy body, she was supposed to be holding up Cocoon with Vanille! With another quick glance outside she noticed something in the sky that looked an awful lot like Cocoon, with no giant crystal to hold it up. How could that be, she knew her and Vanille were holding that thing up the sky. Bloody hell this is all too damn confusing!
The now confused Fang moved to get out of the bed she had awoken in, but was stop
ped by a tug on her left hand. There was an IV sticking out of her hand. She sighed and laid back down on the bed weighing her options. There were about three things she could do: press the panic button by her right hand, scream out for someone to get their damn ass in here and explain things to her, or just rip the IV out of her hand altogether and march out.
All three options were equally amusing to the Pulse born woman, but she decided on the second one to elicit a bigger reaction without causing damage to herself. She took a deep breath in, "Hey! I'm awake and bored, someone get this damn wire out of me!"
On the other side of the door she could hear the calm clatter of people walking by turn into a frenzy of people yelling at each other and things dropping. Multiple people burst inside the room at once to which Fang smiled at them in her usual light manner, "Hey there ladies, mind helping me out here?"
The nurses looked at each other dumbfounded, "Get the director," one instructed a smaller blonde, "and be quick about it!"
The blonde nodded quickly and rushed out of the room. The taller nurse who ordered her went to Fang's side trying to seem calm, but her eyes gave away her obvious shock, "How are you feeling Ms. Oerba Yun? Does anything hurt, are you feeling dizzy?"
"Not in the slightest doll; this thing's pretty annoying though," she motioned towards her right hand, "Oh, and where in the blazes am I?"
"You're in Academia City on Pulse; as for the IV that's up to the director to decide."
Annoyance flashed through her eyes, "You mean Gran Pulse?"
The woman swallowed thickly, "Yes ma'am."
Fang heard the doors slide open once again, and low and behold the director was standing beside her. Her jaw dropped, "Hope? You're still alive?"
His face was much less boyish then Fang remembered, but there was no mistaking that silver hair and that cute little grin, "Fang, you're awake!" He nodded to the nurse to get rid of the IV at long last.
Even though she was more than happy to see her former L'Cie companion alive and well, this only added more confusion to her current situation. Here she was in a huge city on Gran Pulse of all places, which wasn't very known for having Cocoon-like cities, Cocoon was still in the sky, and Hope was alive. If Hope was still alive, that probably meant all her other friends were too included that pink haired soldier she had fancied so much when they were travelling together – not that she knew.
The thought of Lighting still being alive distracted her from her ordeal, "Hope," her tone turned a rare serious turn, "What's going on? Why is Cocoon still in the sky without a crystal holdin' it up, and where's Vanille?"
His face fell into a solemn expression, "Well... it's a long story."
She shrugged, "I've got time."
Hope walked over to the foot of her bed and sat down. He then went on and explained all that had happened since she had been crystallized. Lightning's disappearence, the appearence of Noel, Serah's adventure, and finally the replacement of Cocoon and extraction of herself and Vanille. For the second time that day Fang found herself dumbfounded by the situation. During the entire time Hope was telling her all that had happened she had stayed silent, unable to come up with something to say even if she tried. It all seemed so unreal.
Another 500 years have passed, and she was the first to come back out of everyone that day. It sure did explain things though, at least there was that much. One thing came to mind immediatly though, "Serah's dead?"
He shook his head at her, "No, she almost was by the end of things, but now she's in a coma."
"Well, that's a relief at least..." She said sarcastically. Fang normally was able to keep a light attitude about everything around her, but this was all a little too much even for her. The thing that bothered her the most though was Lightning's disappearence to Valhalla, and how she's yet to come back. Here she was hoping that since Hope was alive she's be able to march into her house saying something like Honey I'm home! And have Lightning glare at her with those cold orbs just like old times.
No such happy reunion would be happening anytime soon though probably, and she had to admit the thought made her more sad than she would have thought. No matter though, she had a plan. Fang stood up an glared down at the unflattering hospital gown she was wearing, "Hope..." she moaned distastefully.
"Sorry, regulation Fang," he looked over at the nurse who was checking over her earlier, "Can you go get her belongings please – including her lance?"
"Yes, director." She bowed and exited the room, returning only a moment later with her Sari and lance.
Hope smiled at her and motioned for her to leave so the two former L'Cie were alone. His gaze turned serious once again, "What are you going to do now?"
"Well," she began putting her hands on her hips, "I was plannin' on going to the Farron household and cleaning up a little. Sunshine would flip if she saw it a mess after comin' back, Serah no better I'd bet. You said Snow was living there for the time being right? It's bound to be a mess with just him around," a shudder ran through her body, "I can only imagine the mess in his wake."
Hope laughed boyishly, "You're probably right about that one. I'll arrange a ride for you to New Bodhum for you."
"You're a life saver, Hope." She patted him on the shoulder then pushed him towards the door, "Now get out so I can get dressed!"
"I'll be back when you're ride's ready then."
The car ride to New Bodhum wasn't as long as she had expected, it was a hour long ride, and it gave her welcomed time to sort out the new information Hope had given her. Even though he had given her many things to think of her mind kept wandering back to her favorite soldier. The silent realization hit her; she had fallen in love with Lightning Farron at some point. Although it was unfortunate that she hadn't realized her feelings for the pink haired woman until now, she realized there really wasn't much time for her to pursue any romance between the two of them while they were L'Cie.
She exited the car and thanked the driver who also generously pointed her in the right direction to the Farron household. It was a nice and large place which raised more concern. Snow was alone in that house to say it would be scary would be an understatement.
Fang took a deep breath as she knocked the door. Her hunter ears picked up movement, but no footsteps. A mischievous smirk spread across her face, oh this would be fun. She knocked the door again but this time harder, "Snow if you don't get your ass to this door I'll break it down!"
Loud thuds could be heard as the man rushed to the door and threw it open. The look on his face was a mix of bewilderment and euphoria. Fang threw her head back laughing at his dumb expression, "Glad to see ya haven't changed big guy."
Snow threw his arms around her, picking her up and spinning her around in the process, "Fang!"
"Yeah, it's me." she pat his back signalling for him to let her down. It was then that she looked passed him to see the mess inside the house, "Nice place."
He switched his weight from foot to foot embarrassed, "Cleaning's not really my thing..."
"Obviously," she pushed passed him into the filthy house, "that's why I'm here. Can't have sunshine comin' home to her house being a mess."
"Lightning's back too?" he grabbed her shoulders and stared into her eyes.
She shook her head but continued to smile, "Not yet, but when she is home I'll make sure it'll be to a nice place!"
It didn't take Snow long to act like she had never left in the first place. He even offered to let her stay there, not that the huntress would have taken no for an answer in the first place. It took her all week to get the house into a presentable state, and she still wasn't completely satisfied. Somehow Snow had managed to make a mess out of every single inch of the house – even the nicknacks and so she had to clean every item individually.
She was silently thankful that Lightning hadn't come back in that week, it would have been disastrous. Fang could only imagine the look on her face as she saw laundry soup spilled all over the floor and dishes overflowing the counter. She was certain that Snow would have quite a few bruises.
One thing that worried her though was that there were only two bedrooms. When Serah woke up it would be natural that the two of them would room together, but what about her? For now she was sleeping in Lightning's room, although when she pink haired woman came back this would almost certainly change. I guess she would have to grow accustomed to sleeping on the couch until she found a place of her own.
First things first though, Lightning had to come home, and so did everyone else. Being alone with Snow all the time was beginning to get to her. Snow couldn't really carry on an intelligent conversation quite like Lightning could – well no one could be like Lightning, that girl was one of a kind.
Fang knew just what she needed to get her mind off of all these depressing things, a good ol' hunt. She left Snow a short note saying to keep the house clean and left the Farron household without a word, Lance in hand.