A/N: I don't own this stuff.


It was just a normal day, well I'd suppose that it was actually a little duller than a usual day.

Tifa, Marlene and I were walking back from the store when it happened. We had gone to a store a little way out of Edge, but Tifa had insisted that we go to this particular store because they were more reasonably priced or something like that.

Marlene had spotted something up in front of us and she had rushed forward to check it out. Tifa and I put down the groceries and gave chase.

Marlene was standing beside a strange looking woman. She was dressed in crazy clothes, Her long grey bangs reminded me in a weird way of Sephiroth.

This weird looking woman was emitting all this funky and frankly dangerous looking aura.

"Marlene come away!" Called Tifa.

"Are you alright, you look hurt?" queried sweet caring Marlene.

I rushed over and picked the little girl up. As I did so I heard the woman muttering crazy slurs about "Blasted despicable SeeD's."

Tifa approached her cautiously with a potion in hand. I put Marlene down on the ground.

Before Tifa could administer the potion the freak-woman raised a creepy hand and released a burst of energy. It was different from any materia I had ever encountered, I doubted that it had actually come from a materia at all.

Tifa, agile as ever, dived safely out of the way. Unfortunately the unidentified energy then targeted Marlene. I acted fast and pushed the child roughly out of the way. I felt the magic hit me hard, It felt almost as though the world around me was tearing in two.

"YUFFIE!!" I heard my friends call out to me, the last thing I saw was Tifa running toward me with her hand outstretched as if she were trying to stop me from falling.


This place it looks just like Midgar? What the hell, Midgar went boom basically, its just remains, but this is a fully functional city.

I'm freaked out, I start to run, Tifa and Marlene, what happened to them?

I notice a group of women standing together.

"Excuse me, where am I?" I ask

"This is sector 8, If you want to get back to the slums then I suggest you go that way!" the fiercest one sneered.

I should slap her for that, does she know who she's talking to!

They are all staring at me, I'm starting to think they don't approve of the way I'm dressed, they are all covered up.

I don't have my weapon, I could totally take them bare handed but there are guards around, I really don't want to get arrested.

I back away and head in the direction they had sent me. As soon as I had I wished I hadn't. These streets are dark and I come to an abandoned alleyway.

What on earth did that magic attack do? Maybe I just hit my head really hard and I'm having a crazy dream, that's probably it. I try to convince myself, but it feels to real, I'm to aware and I can feel everything.

Before I have time to dwell on this a group of young men approach me.

I sort of recognise one, he looks just like that jerk Don Corneo, just younger, much much younger.

"I'm trying to get to Edge?!" I ask

"Oh baby I'll take you to the edge alright."

His friends laugh at this.

Oh great, I'd thought I'd suffered enough at the hands of this freak for one life time.

"Why don't you come with us, ya know I thinking of opening my own club, it would be perfect for a girl like you."

He staring at my outfit as well, what have all these freaks got against tube tops and hot pants.

"How about it, You could be my Queen Bee."

He's coming closer and I feel my fists clench, this guy is going to get it.

So I deck him, knocking out a few of his teeth, he smacks me back and I hit my head on the wall.

As I drift into unconsciousness I hear the comforting click of a gun, the men shout about Scummy Turks and leg it, I see a man walk towards me and everything goes black for a moment or two.

"Urgh, owww!"

"Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?"

"Yeah, thanks for helping me out."

"Those men are a notorious gang, it was very brave of you to defend yourself."

I look up into my rescuers eyes, "Oh man, am I glad to see you." I fling my arms around his neck, finally this crazy dream is over!

"Are Teef and Marlene okay?"

"Who?"

"Uh- Vince? What the hell Tifa and Marlene, you know our friends? We all saved the world together!?"

"How do you know my name?" he asks.

Great so its not as over as I hoped.

"Never mind." I drop my arms and sit back, disappointment floods me.

"Oh-um-okay, I'd like you to sit still, I'm going to check the back of your head, I think you bumped it pretty hard."

"What were you a doctor or something?" I asked, Vincent never really speaks about his past.

"No, I'm a Turk, I work for Shinra Manufacturing."

"Nobody's called it that for like 30 years!" at least I'm starting to get to grips with where I might be.

Vincent shakes his head, he seems amused. He supports me as he pulls me forward to inspect my head.

"Ouch, you have quite the bump, and you are bleeding a little, we need to get you fixed up."

He looks different, almost as though he's less troubled, his hair is much shorter then I've ever seen it. Maybe Vincent is just playing a elaborate prank on me, then again, Vincent isn't one for pranks.

"So you know my name, what's yours?" he asked with a smile, that's something I'm not really used to seeing.

"Uh- Yuffie."

"That's pretty, do you originate from Wutai?"

"Yes."

"The Wutai are mistrustful of Shinra, I hope you won't hold it against me, its just my job after all."

I laugh, Vincent and I trust each other with our lives, like an unspoken bond between us that developed after years of fighting side by side, clearly this one doesn't know that yet, how could he if we only just met. Wait, am I starting to believe my own crack-pot time travel theory.

"I won't."

"Okay, lets get you some medical attention."

The Shinra building is so much smaller than I remember, perhaps it developed into the mega skyscraper I know of later on.

Vincent carries me through the front door and heads to the lifts, I feel a bit dorky as all the employee's stop and stare at me, but I'm far to faint to walk.

"You aren't taking me to Professor Hojo are you?"

"Hah, no, actually I haven't actually ever met Hojo, but his reputation is a little sketchy."

"So you haven't met Dr. Crescent?" I ask a little nervously.

"who?"

"Never mind." I feel a lump in my throat, maybe I'm having some crazy hallucination, or maybe I really am in the company of a pre-tortured Vincent.

"Ah here we are."

The lift comes to a stop with a ping.

"Oh Flashy, so there are perks to the job then." I gasped as I caught sight of the Turk floor.

"Yeah, great facilities and I get to rescue cute girls." he smirked.

Is he hitting on me? I guess these really are the good old days.

He puts me down in this medical area, its practically deserted.

The doctor inspects my head and reprimands Vincent for bringing a civilian into the building, he says he didn't know it was against the rules, maybe he hasn't been a Turk for long.

"Okay, Miss, when is your date of birth?" asks the doctor.

Oh gawd, if this is the past then I'm not born and if I say the wrong day, argh, pressure!

"I don't know for sure, I don't have any family so I can't find out, but I'm 22, if that helps." I make sure to smile sweetly.

The doctor seems unimpressed, but he carries on treating my wound.

He's clearly pissed about having to treat any old riffraff, he probably thinks I'm a prostitute as well, but it seems like Vincent is higher up than him so he has to do as he says.

"Okay, that will be fine, now get her out of here, please."

Vincent apologised to me as we walked down the hallway.

"Don't worry, thanks for looking out for me. Oh and also… Don't worry, I'm not a street walker or anything."

"I didn't think that you were!"

A pair of Turks passed us in the hall , they glared at Vincent.

"What's that about?"

"I'm not exactly very popular around here, I lost a helicopter and the President restricted Turk funds."

"Oop's."

"Yeah, I've only been working here a couple of months and a mistake like that costs, and this city can be a lonely place, I'm sorry, I must be boring you."

"No, not at all! It makes a nice change."

"Are you on your own? What about the friends you mentioned before, Tiffany and Mary?"

Weird to think that they won't be born for years yet. "No, no, just the bump making me confused. I guess I'm on my own."

"Do you, I mean if you want to… I hope you don't think I'm taking advantage… but maybe go for some dinner?" Vincent stammered.

As long as I'm here I might as well have some fun, I mean who knows if I can get back to my time, or if this is a dream I might as well make it a good one.

"Sounds great, where are you going to take me, after all I don't know this city at all." I decide to make the most of it and grasp his arm in mine, no dorky gauntlet to get in the way.


It isn't my usual practise to just pick up girls, but this one, I don't she seems different. Its almost as if I already know her, but I'm sure we haven't met before. Yet she knew my name, although I suppose my name has been thrown around a lot recently by the other Turks, she could have heard it somewhere.

"How old are you?" she asks rather bluntly.

"I'm 25, its my birthday in a couple of months."

"Oh yeah, I bet I can guess the date!"

"I highly doubt that, If you guess correctly then I'll buy you any cocktail you want, even the really pricey ones." I challenge her, its so unlikely that she could get the date exactly.

She smirks at me, "Ummm, lets see I guess…October 13th."

My jaw drops, "How did you do that! Did you swipe my I.D?" suspicious as ever I check my wallet. "No, that's impressive."

He signalled the waitress over and she orders something fancy sounding. Maybe she's a psychic or something, I don't really believe in that sort of thing though. Yuffie is staring at me, at my hair specifically.

"So, Yuffie, do you have anybody waiting for you back in Wutai?"

"I guess not, man! I suppose I really am on my own."

The waitress bought our food and her drink. I find myself becoming increasingly concerned for this woman, I know its nothing to do with me, but I like her and I don't know what I should do to help her. My father always chastised me for being too caring, falling for a pretty face would land me in serious trouble one day he warned me. But I always chose not to listen to him anyway.

"How did you end up in Midgar then?"

"I don't know." she said taking a bite from one of my French fries, I don't mind.

"Are you in some sort of trouble?"

"No, Its not like that, I'm lost, kinda."

"It must be frightening to be lost and alone in this city." I feel like that myself most of the time.

"Yeah, but you'll look out for me right?"

"Uh, if you want, I guess so."

She winks at me and takes a sip of her drink.


Dinner was great, luckily past-Vincent is as gentlemanly as future-Vincent and insisted on paying the bill. I had spent most of the cash I had on me earlier whilst I was shopping with Tifa and its not like I can go to the bank, none of my accounts even exist yet.

I decided to think about what my friends would do in if they found themselves in this situation. Tifa would have probably sorted it out and be back making dinner by now, so that wasn't much help. So instead I thought "what would Aeris have done?" and I remembered hearing her talk about how she had first met Cloud and before that Zack. She had got them to look out for her by promising dates. Now usually I would have been disgusted by such an idea, but I have always been curious as to what it would be like if I could get Vincent to be more interested in me and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to find out.

His apartment is very nice, meticulously tidy, and with a great view of the city.

He says I can stay in the guest room, but from the looks of things it doesn't seem like he has ever actually had any guests in this place.

Vincent says goodnight and checks my head again.

This is kind of crazy, if I didn't know him I wouldn't have gone home with him. But Vincent is Vincent, he's just a little younger, a little more innocent and just doesn't know that we are such great friends yet.

Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow in my own bed, in my own time. Who knows and what can I even do about it.

I fall down on to the soft single bed he has in this room, its small but I like it. I pick up one of the books on the night stand. Vincent has a lot of books, I guess he likes a good story. Sometimes I'd listen to the bed time stories he would tell to Marlene, Shelke was never interested in such trivial tales. Insolent little brat that one, she winds me up! Anyway what was I thinking about? Oh yeah Vincent's stories, he fascinated me, maybe he read them all whilst he was a lonely Turk.

Before I can get beyond chapter one I find myself drifting off, its not that its not interesting because it is, it's about a maiden who is separated from her love by a war, but its been one hell of a day.


A/N: Please review.