Chars: Reeve and Vincent
Warnings: Slight Dirge of Cerberus spoilers, for those who still haven't played it yet.
Rating: G
Theme: Beginnings
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Vincent couldn't exactly explain it. At some point in time, he supposed, it began with a simple word, a simple thank you. No one, in all his years, had ever said thank you. Not even Cid.
(Not that he blamed the pilot, since he never actually said more than showed thanks-- he was odd that way.)
The people didn't count. They were innocents for the most part. None of them really deserved the terrors that Deepground had caused. Their thanks had been different --though the media of it was certainly unappreciated-- and it was alright that they were grateful. That was fine. Perfectly fine.
But Reeve wasn't thanking him for saving the world (again).
"What?" Vincent asked, brows drawing down. De had tried to walk away, tried not to listen before someone else got 'mushy' on him. And Reeve had grabbed him by the elbow, knowing full well that what he'd just done was a very bold move: old Turk habits die hard.
"I said thanks. For being here." Reeve stated, eyes not angry, not sad, just surprisingly understanding. "And I'm sorry."
Vincent couldn't bring himself to actually be irritated with him. And Reeve let his arm go, letting him drop it, and all the gunman could do was look him over again, seeing this man for the first time.
Reeve was thanking him for always being here in a different sense. And apologizing for the fact that immortality meant having to live and excruciatingly long time. At least until Omega returned-- just because it's threat was stopped now didn't mean that Chaos wasn't going to come back, that Omega can't be reborn. Reeve was thanking him for being here and apologizing for the fact that Chaos leaving him hadn't killed him like Reeve had probably hoped it would. Vincent would have to wait for Omega again. And Vincent wouldn't be able to stop it then, if someone else tried to start Deepground's business all over again.
"It wasn't a bid deal."
"No, probably not."
Vincent shook his head, frowning, and Reeve smiled at him slightly before holding out his hand.
"I want you to come work for me, for WRO. Would you kindly take up the task of heading the WRO Security Department, Vincent Valentine?" the man asked. "And also as co-head of WRO itself?"
Reeve wasn't just offering him a job, he was offering him a beginning-- offering him a chance to have something to do until the time Omega returned, however far away or fast approaching that is.
Notes: Fanfiction's formatting is a bitch and I hope everyone knows I hate it.