Some Things You Just Do

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For those of you who are familiar with Dragon Age 2, you'll recognize this story as being based on the side quest The Long Road. After playing through that quest multiple times, I couldn't but wonder how Lightning and Fang would react in Aveline and Donnic's place. So here's my version of events, with a few lines borrowed from DA2.

As I'm playing around with comedy and romance, neither being my strong suit, expect some character OOCness.

The story was originally titled "A Sister's Love", but after finding too many similar named stories, I decided to change it to the current title it sports. The next chapter will be posted on October 23, 2011.

A huge thank you goes out to Scraggles who betaed this chapter for me. Thankies!

Warning: There is some mild language in this chapter.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The characters and the worlds I write in do not belong to me. The stories that I write are intended for entertainment purposes. I do not make any money from them.

Summary: How far would you go for your sister? For Lightning, that was easy. She destroyed Orphan and the fal'Cie. For Serah, that was more difficult. But when Lightning has trouble confessing her feelings to a certain spear wielding Pulsian, Serah finally knew what she could do. Everyone deserved a chance at love, especially Lightning.

*** ~ Chapter 1: Subtle Hints ~ ***

Lightning "Claire" Farron was a hero, a former Pulse l'Cie, the Destroyer of Orphan, the Vanquisher of the fal'Cie, and the Savior of Cocoon. She was a Legend.

Lightning was one of only six people who saw things and did things that no one else could have ever imagined. She ran as a fugitive, met the Primarch, defied the gods, and lived through it all. And those were just a few of the many notable things in her repertoire.

Yet despite all the things she had done, despite all of the things she and the others had been through, none of that could have ever prepared her for the challenge she currently faced. No, this challenge was nothing like anything she'd come across before. It could not be beaten with the help of her family or won with her trusted gunblade. This had to won on her own.

Lightning paced her office restlessly.

With the fall and crystallization of Cocoon seven years ago, the Cocoon survivors quickly learned just how pampered their former lives had been. With no government or fal'Cie to rely on anymore, it was the survival of the fittest. Those who didn't pull their weight died, and those who did lived another day. They lost people, good people, along the way, but Cocoonians were a resilient bunch and quickly turned things around.

Humanity immediately turned to the former l'Cies in their rebuilding, their previous knowledge of Gran Pulse a scarce commodity. Working hand in hand for the next five years, the people finally created a home they could call their own, a home that was of their making and not one based on lies and deceit. The former l'Cies took up residence in the newly rebuilt Neo Oerba, while the rest of humanity spread all across Gran Pulse. A year later, Fang and Vanille woke up.

Lieutenant Hope Estheim, one of three lieutenants under Lightning's command in the Neo Oerba Security Tasks Force (NOSTF), stood nervously in Lightning's office as she paced restlessly behind her desk. In her hand was his most recent report, a report over fifty pages long, which took him almost eight hours to complete to perfection.

Hope, now twenty one, had been serving with the NOTSF since he turned eighteen years old. Lightning was shocked, to say the least, when he marched into her office the day of his eighteenth birthday and handed her his registration form. After years of watching his mentor work tirelessly to ensure the safety of everyone in the settlement with barely any respite, Hope refused to sit idly by any longer. At the very least, he would help take a load off her back, if nothing else.

At first, Lightning refused to process his application. She hoped he'd reconsider or change his mind, but after visiting her office at the crack of dawn every morning, for a month, Lightning finally realized he was serious and finally said yes. It would take two years of hard work, blood, sweat and tears to end up where he currently was, but all in all, it was worth it. Yet despite knowing he had his mentor's respect and admiration for the things he had accomplished so far, he felt no less than a child standing in front of the former Guardian Corps Sergeant, especially when she continued to pace in front of him staring as this report the entire time.

Hope cleared his throat, startling Lightning from her thoughts. "I beg your pardon Captain," Hope said swallowing thickly. Sweat drizzled down the side of his face. "Is there… something wrong with my report?"

Lightning stopped pacing to look at Hope in confusion.

Hope swallowed again. "It's just that…" A deep breath. "You've been staring at it for the past ten minutes now Light. I can't but wonder if I've done something wrong."

Lightning looked back at the report in her hand, then back to Hope, then back to the report in her hand. She sighed. Dropping Hope's report on her desk, Lightning slumped back into her chair. "I'm sorry Hope," Lightning said in exasperation. "Your report looks fine."

"But?" It relieved Hope to know he'd done nothing wrong, but there was obviously something bothering the pinkette. Hope was determined to figure out what.

A pregnant pause.

"I just have some things on my mind right now," Lightning replied. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

Hope frowned. "Is there something I can do to help?"

Lightning shook her head. "No," she said, sounding defeated. "There's nothing you can-" Lightning stilled. Blue eyes focused on him.

Hope swallowed under his superior's intense gaze.

"Actually Hope…" Lightning said. She glanced at the top right drawer of her desk. "There is something you can do for me."

Lightning gingerly pulled open her desk drawer, pulling out an envelope before closing it back. "I need… a favour..."

Hope's eyes lit up. A favour for Lightning? In all his years working with Lightning, she had never sent him on a task too dangerous or too risky. He realized, after being passed over for the fourth dangerous mission in the span of weeks that Lightning still cared for him like a baby brother and wanted to keep him safe. A flattering thing Hope had to admit, but nevertheless, it was frustrating and disappointing. Perhaps this was his lucky break.

"O-of course Captain!" Hope said, quivering with barely restrained excitement. Lightning didn't seem to notice his shaking hands.

Lightning stared at the envelope in her hands hesitantly. "It's nothing you can't handle, but…" Lightning's lips pressed into a fine line. "I trust you Hope. I know you won't let me down."

Hope hung onto Lightning's every word. He could see her hesitation, her worry. He could see the subtle way she swallowed, the almost unnoticeable tensing of her hands as she clenched the envelope in her grip tighter. He could see the way her brows furled and how she bit her lip. This truly had to be a dangerous mission. Was he going to be the sole envoy for this important document? Where would he be traveling to? The Faultwarrens? Mah'habara Subterra? Or maybe even Taejin's Tower? Hope was ecstatic. He couldn't believe it! Light was finally going to give him his first dangerous mission ever!

"I need you to-"

Hope unconsciously leaned forward in anticipation.

"-give this envelope to Fang, here in the barracks. No questions asked," Lightning said with finality.

"Yes ma'am!" Hope said, immediately saluting. Then his brain caught up with his mouth. "Wait. What?" Hope stared at the envelope in Lightning's hand before meeting her gaze. "You need me to give Fang a letter?"

Lightning shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

Hope narrowed his eyes slightly. "With all due respect Lightning," Hope said, carefully choosing his words. The last thing he wanted to do was to piss off Lightning. Nothing good ever came of that.

"Why not just give it to her yourself?" Hope looked back over his shoulder through the windows of Lightning's office doors. Three offices down from hers was Fang's office.

After awakening a year ago, Fang practically marched into the NOSTF office and made herself at home in the nearest empty office. When questioned about it, she said she needed something to do, that being killing stuff. There was no where else one could do that legally, except for here. It was just a bonus that she could hang out with Lightning everyday. Maker knew Fang loved to tease the captain and she continued to do so without end since waking up. The Pulsian was the only one who wasn't afraid of Lightning's right hook or intimidating glares. In fact, Fang relished them.

Lightning shook her head vigorously, quickly swivelling in her chair, putting her back to Hope. Just the thought of handing over this package to the sari clad warrior made Lightning's heart pound faster. "She can't know it's me," Lightning said. She stared down at the envelope in her shaking hands. Trying to keep a straight face right now was proving harder than she thought.

Lightning took a deep breath. "I have no one else I can trust with this Hope," the pinkette said quietly. Hope almost missed it, Lightning having said it so softly. Lightning flinched when she felt a hand on her shoulder. When had Hope gotten so close to her?

Hope smiled at Lightning. "I'll do it for you Light," he said pulling the envelope gently from his captain's hands. It was obviously something very important to Lightning, something so important that she only trusted him with it. While the simplicity of it shocked him at first, Hope couldn't deny the warmth he felt in the pit of his stomach at Lightning's words. Lightning rarely showed this softer, vulnerable side to people. If you weren't paying attention, even those closest to Lightning, you'd missed it.

Hope squeezed Lightning shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry Light," Hope said confidently. "I'll do it."

"Thank you Hope," Lightning said, a genuine yet shy smile on her face. "This means a lot to me. Please, hurry back and tell me her reaction to it."

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Hope waited anxiously outside of the office of one Oerba Yun Fang. While he put on a brave front in Lightning's office, agreeing to perform this task for her, the moment he stepped outside of her office doors, his mind drew a blank. Just what the hell was he supposed to say to Fang once she opened the door?

"Come in!" a voice shouted.

Hope took a deep breath, before pushing open the door to enter into Fang's office. Fang's office was about half the size of Lightning's, with nothing more than a standard desk and a chair in the middle of the room. The back wall behind Fang housed a large window, framing the calm ocean just south of the settlement.

"Hey Hope!" Fang said, lifting her gaze from the paperwork in her lap. She smiled. "How's it goin'?" Fang's feet were propped up on her desk, exactly in the middle of two rather large stacks of files occupying both ends of her work surface.

Hope chuckled, giving the files a once over. "Filling out reports I see," he said.

Fang made a disgusted sound, looking down at the file she was reading. "If I'd known all of this junk came wit' the job, I wouldn't have joined up in the first place." Fang huffed, closing the file in her lap and tossing it on a free spot on her desk.

Hope grinned. "You say that, but we all know that's not true."

Fang chuckled, scratching the back of her head. "Ya got me there," she said. "I'd be goin' more crazy than I am now if I couldn't kill thin's on a daily basis."

Fang crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back into her chair more. "So what brin's ya ta my humble abode at this hour? Shouldn't ya be buried in reports yerself?"

"I was," Hope chuckled wearily. "In truth…" Blue-green eyes looked down at the envelope in his hands.

"What's that ya got there?"

Before Hope knew what happened, the envelope was snatched from his hand and Fang was looking it over.

"A love letter? For lil' ol' me?" the Pulsian said in mock surprise. "I didn't know ya felt that way about me Hope." Fang batted her eyelashes at him.

Hope immediately flushed. "I-i-it's not like that! I swear!" Hope almost screamed. "I just… I just…" Sweat drizzled down the size of Hope's face. "I-it was mixed up in my mail," he said slightly breathless. "T-that's all, alright?"

Fang hollered, throwing back her head in laughter. "Calm down Hope, I'm just teasin' ya."

Hope breathed in relief.

"I know ya actually have the hots for the youngest Farron," Fang said, turning the envelope in her over to inspect the back of it. "So when are ya gonna break the news to Lightnin'?"

"W-w-w-w-what!" Hope's jaw would have hit the floor had it not been attached to his face.

Fang burst out laughing again.

"Fang!"

"Sorry, sorry," Fang said in between breaths. "Yer just so easy ta pick on Hope."

Hope scowled.

"Awww, come on Hope. Don't be mad. It's all in good fun."

Hope crossed his arms over his chest and turned his back on Fang. "I'm not a child anymore, Fang."

Fang smiled, looking at the pouting youth's back. "I know that Hope," Fang said. "Yer a man now, one who makes me proud. Makes all of us proud."

Hope looked back over his shoulder at Fang.

"Which is why none of us would ever hesitate ta put our lives in yer hands if anythin' blew up." A wink. "Though don't be thinkin' that will be happenin' anytime soon wit' me." Fang grinned as she tossed the envelope in the garbage can next to her desk.

Hope's eyes widened. "A-aren't you going to open it?" Lightning had entrusted this task to him. He couldn't fail her now!

Fang snorted. "Why?" She looked back to the envelope in the garbage. On the front of it, was written her name in very fine script. Everywhere else, it was blank. The handwriting seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place at the moment. "It's probably one of them rabid fangirls who keeps stalkin' me." Fang yawned in boredom. "Etro knows what they sent ta me this time."

Hope bit his lip, anxiety and fear welling in the pit of his stomach. Lightning would never forgive him if he messed up this simple task. No, not only that, she would never talk to him ever again. She would hate him and despise him and never want to see him again. Hope was starting to understand why this mission was dangerous.

"But…" Hope fumbled for words. "W-what if it was something really important?"

Fang sent Hope a flat look. "Like what? Another tear stained love letter about how much they love me? I've read enough of them ta last more than one lifetime."

Being a saviour of Cocoon had its perks. There was the respect of the people, the acceptance of the population, and then there were the endless gifts and love letters from the people who wanted to marry the former l'Cies and have their children. Cocoonians were rather strange folk, if Fang thought so herself.

"But… but…" Hope was grasping at straws. "Aren't you the least bit curious what's in it?"

Fang raised an eyebrow. "Is there somethin' I should know about that ya aren't tellin' me Hope?" Fang's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why are ya so adamant about me openin' that letter? I don't even know who it's from."

"All the more reason to open it," Hope said. Hope began to fidget under Fang's inquiring gaze. "Would it really take so much effort just to have a peek?"

After staring at Hope for one long minute, Fang sighed. "Alright, alright," she muttered. "I'll open it just for ya," she said.

Hope breathed in relief for a second time in the span of minutes.

Tearing the side of the envelope open with her finger, Fang shook the now opened envelope over her free hand. A few items fell out.

"What in the blazes is this?"

There in her hand were two flowers, specifically a Zinnia and a Cornflower, tied together with a red string.

Hope blinked.

Fang stared and stared and stared at the items in her hand. While she knew these two flowers were common in Oerba, she hadn't the foggiest idea of what it was supposed to symbolize.

"Am I supposed ta know what this means?" Fang looked at up at an equally baffled Hope.

"Uh…" Hope had the strongest urge to look back to Lightning's office right now. But to do that would be giving her away, something Lightning was adamant about not happening. "J-just keep it," Hope said. "I'm sure it's more than it seems."

"Uh huh…" Fang looked down at the flowers again.

"R-right" Hope said clearing his throat. "Anyhow, I'm sure we both have other things to do. Like right now. Instead of staring at… flowers… I need to get back to those reports. Bye Fang!"

Hope was gone even before Fang lifted her head to look up again at him.

"You're back," Lightning said the moment Hope darted into her office and almost slammed her doors shut, breathing heavily. "Of course you are," she chided herself. "You're efficient. Get things done. No matter what." Lightning had the strongest urge to fidget with her hands, but kept herself in check.

Spinning around from the door to face Lightning, Hope caught sight of another person in the room with them, this person currently occupying Lightning's desk chair. A pink eyebrow raised at Hope.

"Oh hey Serah," Hope said with a smile.

"Hi Hope," Serah said returning the smile. The youngest Farron looked curiously between Hope and Lightning. "Everything alright? You look a bit flustered."

Hope opened his mouth to reply.

"How did Fang react?" Lightning quickly interjected.

Hope's gaze darted back to Lightning. Looking back to Serah again quickly, he gave the youngest pinkette an apologetic smile. "Rather confused, I'd say," Hope said turning back to Lightning. "Just like me."

"Confused?" Lightning said in surprise. "I thought it was clear. Zinnia matches her eyes. Cornflower matches mine. And the red string of fate binds us together."

Hope blinked. And blinked again. "Huh?"

Serah's eyes went wide like saucers. "Claire?" Serah said, gawking at the captain of NOTSF. "Why are you talking about flowers?"

Lightning face palmed. She'd clearly gone about this in the wrong way. Lightning sighed, running a hand roughly through her hair. "Don't talk to Fang again," Lightning said. Turning back to her desk, she pulled a single sheet of paper from one of her many stacks on her desk and handed it to Hope. "Just take this. It's the patrol schedule for tomorrow. Post it up on the bulletin board and..."

"And…?"

"Let me know how Fang reacts to it," Lightning answered. "Make sure she doesn't see you. I don't want her to feel like she's being spied on."

"You're spying on her?" Serah said, both eyebrows raised. "What's going on Claire?"

Lightning gave her sister a hesitant glance.

Hope peered over the top of the page at Lightning. "You just want me to post this up and… watch?"

Lightning nodded, immediately focusing on Hope and not her sister's probing gaze.

Hope sighed. There was only a certain amount of ridiculousness he'd put up with, Lightning or not. "Look Light," Hope said, summing up the courage to say what he needed to say. "If Fang has done something wrong, I can just haul her in here to talk about it."

"No!" Lightning exclaimed, slamming her open palms on her desk with a loud thud.

Both Hope and Serah looked at her in surprise.

Lightning ran a hand through her hair again, something Serah recognized as a nervous habit of her sister. "She hasn't done anything wrong that would require a reprimand. I just… I just need the patrol schedule posted up. That is all."

"Alright," Hope sighed again. "Posting up the schedule just over there."

"Hey Fang!" Rydgea shouted halfway across the office. He currently stood in front of the main bulletin board staring at the freshly pinned up patrol schedule. "Whose ass have you been kissing to get the Neo Oerba patrol?"

"What?" Fang walked out of her office to stand next to Rydgea in the open area of the main floor by the bulletin board.

Hope sat at his desk with his office door open, pretending to be filling out reports. He watched the Oerban huntress out of the corner of his eye.

"Yer daft. I've got the Archetype Steepe patrol with them Adamantoise herds." Fang peered at the patrol schedule.

"Says here you're guarding the town square." Rygdea pointed at Fang's name next to the Neo Oerba slot with his finger. "That's always been a make work job, that one. You someone's pet?"

Fang scoffed at the brunette. "Check again. Ya've read it wrong."

Rydgea chuckled. "Sure thing. Pet." With a smirk, he left the bulletin board, picking up his rifle from this desk on his way out of the building.

Fang glared at the man until he was out of sight. Looking around the office to make sure no one was looking in her direction, Fang took one step closer to the bulletin to inspect the updated patrol schedule.

"Ya've got ta be kiddin' me!" she exclaimed, throwing up her hands up in the air in exasperation. "What have I done this time!" With a dark glare sent in the direction of Lightning's office, Fang stormed back into her office and slammed the door.

"Fang thinks I'm punishing her? But Neo Oerba is a safe patrol. A reward."

"You wanted her reaction," Hope stated plainly. The silver haired boy raised an eyebrow as Lightning started to pace again. Serah too quietly watched this, her eyes narrowing at the scene.

Lightning ran a hand through her hair yet again. "Ugh! I have to fix this. I need… I need the head bloom of a Triffid and the bulb of a Vernal Harvester. You'll take them to Vanille."

A head bloom of a Triffid and the bulb of a Vernal Harvester? Serah stared at Lightning's shoulder pauldron deep in thought. Why would she want to give Vanille those?

"Huh?" If Hope had been confused about Lightning's previous requests, this one confused him even more.

Lightning smiled sheepishly at him. "It should help with the process."

"Lightning?" Hope raised both eyebrows raised in confusion. "What is all of this about?"

Serah chewed on the inside of her cheek. A head bloom of a Triffid and the bulb of a Vernal Harvester… A head bloom of a Triffid and the bulb of a Vernal Harvester… Aside for their medicinal properties, the other only thing you can use them for is- Serah's eyes went wide.

"Maker Claire!" Serah said shooting up from Lightning's chair. Both Hope and Lightning jumped at the younger Farron's outburst.

"You want to ask Vanille for permission to marry Fang?"

"Wha-WHAT!" Hope's eyes almost bulged out of his head.

Lightning immediately flushed at her sister's words, quickly glancing to Fang's office to see if the Pulsian had heard. With both her office door and Fang's office door closed, it seemed she had not.

Hope stood in shock. "L-Light?"

Before Hope could say anything further, Serah darted around Lightning's desk and started pushing the lieutenant to the door.

"S-Serah?"

"Sorry Hope." The youngest Farron opened the door quickly and gave the silver haired officer one hard shove. Hope stumbled past the threshold of Lightning's office into the main floor area outside. "My sister and I need to talk. You know, girl stuff." And with that said, Serah shut the door in his face.

Hope blinked. "What is going on?" No sooner had he turned in the direction of his office, the door to Lightning's office swished open making him jump.

"Please don't tell anyone about what just happened" Serah said quickly. "Promise me that?"

"Uh…"

"Please?" Serah gave Hope the most adorable puppy dog eyes.

"I-I won't say anything Serah," Hope said flushing slightly and scratching the back of his head. No one could resist Serah's puppy dog eyes, not even Lightning.

Serah smiled. "Thanks Hope." The pinkette gave the youngest Estheim a quick peck on the cheek and the door slammed shut in his face again.

Hope sighed, shaking his head. "Women…" he murmured heading back to his desk.

"Claire."

Lightning flinched at the sound of her sister's voice. The captain of the Neo Oerba Security Task Force currently had her back to Serah, staring out of the window overlooking the rest of town. Lightning remained silent.

"You know you can talk to me Claire." Serah walked up to stand next to Lightning. She stared at the Neo Oerba citizens as they went about their day.

"And what do I even say, Serah?" Lightning said after a few seconds.

"There's nothing wrong with being in love Claire."

Lightning hung her head, her gaze drifting downwards. "I've been focused on being a soldier for so long, that's all I know." Silence. "I just can't bring myself to tell her."

Serah wrapped her arms around Lightning's waist from behind, resting her cheek against the back of Lightning's shoulder. She smiled. "You've never had trouble talking to people before."

Lightning sighed heavily. "This is different," she said. "This is not like me telling my soldiers when they've done something wrong." A pause. "Or yelling at Snow for being an idiot."

"Hey!" Serah said in defense of her husband. She poked Lightning in the ribs and got the desired reaction she wanted.

Lightning squirmed, a laugh erupting from her throat. The soldier quickly caught herself and stifled her laughter. "That's not fair Serah," Lightning said forcing a scoff. "You promised not to do that if I promised the same."

Serah chuckled, a smile going from ear to ear. "Stop changing the subject Claire."

Lightning pouted. Serah would have squealed if they didn't have more important matters to talk about. "Why do you feel this is any different?"

Lightning pursed her lips together. "Fang is… Fang is different from everyone else," Lightning said quietly. "I want her to know that I feel… but if something happened to her…"

"Something has already happened to her, to all of us, and we're fine," Serah commented.

"If it made sense, I wouldn't be having this conversation with you," Lightning said huffing slightly. "I feel paralyzed. I hate it."

Sarah frowned. She had never seen this part of her sister before. It was a side that Lightning always hid well, from all of them. Yet it seemed Lightning couldn't hide it any lon

ger. The issue needed to be resolved, sooner or later. If it didn't, Lightning would fall apart.

A thought.

"You know…" Serah smirked. "I could just drag Fang in here right now. Just say the word."

Lightning spun around in her arms in a blur, startling the youngest Farron. There was a look of sheer horror on her Lightning's face.

"You can't!" Lightning blurted out. There was a full blush on her cheeks. "What do you think she'd say if her captain was to… to… it wouldn't help." Lightning shook her head dismissively.

Serah patted her sister's arm soothingly. "So go where you're not captain and a soldier."

"What?" Lightning said, clearly having never thought of that idea before. "Just… go out somewhere? Just like that?"

Serah grinned. "How do you think Snow and I met?"

Lightning's eyebrows went up. "Really?"

Serah nodded.

Lightning looked down in thought. "Tell Fang…" Lightning ran a hand through her hair. "Invite her to Lebreau's bar. Don't tell her about me, make something up. It's a surprise or just you or a group. Anything to get her there."

The grip on Serah's shoulders tightened. "She's not like the others," Lightning said raising her gaze to meet her sister's. "I don't want to screw this up."

Serah was practically beaming when she left Lightning's office. Lightning, on the other hand, looked like a nervous wreck. That fact did little to deter Serah from paying a visit to a certain Pulsian huntress.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

For so long, Lightning had watched over her, cared for her and protected her from everything. Lightning worked so hard to make sure Serah wouldn't have a worry in the world. For years, Serah both hated and appreciated it. Yet even so, she still couldn't but feel upset about it. Upset about the fact that she couldn't do something for her sister too, something in return to make up for even a fraction of what she put Lightning through. But now, things were different. Now, it was her chance to repay the favour. Her chance to help her sister out. And she was as sure as hell going to do that.

"Come in!" came a gruff voice through the door.

Serah opened the door and walked into Fang's office.

"Oh!" Fang said in surprising, looking up from the file she was staring at. "Mini Light, fancy meetin' ya here. What's up?"

"Say Fang" Serah began. "Are you busy later tonight?"

A/N: Final Fantasy XIII belongs to Square Enix. Dragon Age 2 belongs to Bioware and Electronic Arts. Some of the lines were taken from Dragon Age 2 as they fit perfectly with the characters and how they talk.