It's a small idea I've had for a while. Basically, Reno's depression, and his dependence on an animal, and the strength of a love he shouldn't hold. Rate and review peepies :]

It was a curse. A horrible curse. She had to watch through another's eyes as her fiancée searched for her, as her best friend lost his footing and as her daughters sunk into a bad way. But she was bound to another. She couldn't help. She was stuck. And they were in a state of disrepair.

Reno whizzed round in his chair, and sighed heavily. It was dark outside, and besides the lamp on his desk, the entire room was dark. He was behind on his paper work, which meant he had his boss snapping at his heels.

He stared around the room, and looked at the clock. The hall was dark, so he wheeled his chair to the doorway of the office. Peering out, a sliver of light hit his face. He rolled his eyes and rolled back to sit behind his desk. After another hour, he was finally finished. Hitting the print button, he leant back with his arms behind his head, looking pretty chuffed with himself.

He all but skipped down the hall to hand in his work, proud of himself that he had gotten it finished. But he hesitated in the doorway.

Sarjah was hunched over, her hair scraped back into a messy bun. It looked like a ball of frayed fire on the back of her head. Her glasses made her face look small, the thick black frames surrounding the beautiful fuchsia coloured eyes. Her porcelain skin was stretched over stunning structure, and he just wanted to reach out and softly brush.

"I finished the mission reports you sent back to me Ma'am." He mumbled, and gently set them down on her desk. She looked up on him, and he got a very good view of her cleavage through her partially unbuttoned shirt. He knew better than to look. Last time, she had made him clean the SOLDIER changing rooms. And that had been VERY unpleasant.

"Thank you, Reno. You can go home now." She murmured and sat back, tapping her pen on the desk. He nodded once, and started to back out of the room.

"Yes Ma'am. See you tomorrow."

She nodded once, and he scuttled out as fast as he could. He couldn't wait to get home. He glanced back, and caught sight of his boss. She was slumped over the desk again, her fingers splayed on her forehead as she read over a mission report. She looked stressed, but if she wanted help, she would have asked when he was in there.

He broke through the doors of the front entrance and pulled his jacket tight around him. He shivered and gazed up at the sky. It was a Full Moon, and he could see millions of Stars scattered above his head against an inky black backdrop. He sighed gently, and tilted his head back to watch a plane flicker its way across the sky. The breeze lifted the bright red hair and toyed with it, running its ice cold fingers through his long locks.

The walk home seemed to take forever. But when he got home, he was glad to feel the wall of warmer air hit him. He leant on his door way, and inhaled the familiar scent of cigarette smoke, aftershave and a vague hint of perfume from his latest conquest.

Flicking on the light, he gazed around the hall way and smiled softly. As he kicked off his shoes, he jabbed the flashing button on his answer machine to relay the call he had waiting for him.

"Reno, its Zack. I wanted to ask if you're still up for helping me get everything ready for Sarjah's birthday do. And, I wanted to know, what's going down at the Turk's office. She seems a bit down."

Reno rolled his eyes and turned away, heading straight to the kitchen while humming along to James Blunt's Stay The Night.

"Mixin' Vodka with Caffine." He crooned, and wiggled his hips as he stuck the kettle on to boil and threw a microwave meal in the machine and set it on for four and a half minutes and turned back to the kettle.

He was in his own little world, and nothing could possibly bother him.

The shrill noise of the phone woke him up, and he jerked his head up suddenly. He stared around the room blearily, and swore when he saw that it was barely two in the morning.

"What, yo? It's like…early." He breezed, expecting Sarjah's familiar voice. Instead, he got Rufus Shinra himself.

"Get up, Reno. Start the cascade system; get Elena, Rude, Cissnei and Savannah in. We have a situation."

"Can you tell me what's happened, Sir?"

"I cannot disclose that down the phone. I am sending the Co-Ordinates to your handheld. Meet us there as soon as possible."

With that, he hung up and Reno lifted his head off the pillow. Joining the other Turk's, he could feel his stomach churning. He could feel the nerves bubbling up in him. But nothing could prepare him for what he saw.

There was a car in the ditch. But it hadn't been there previously. It was a wreck, a write off. The windows were all smashed and shattered, and the glass was littered across the road. The metal of the car frame was all twisted, and had huge impacts where the car had hit several solid objects. Elena was standing by the ditch, her face pale and tears burning in her eyes.

"What the hell happened here yo?"

"No one knows. There were no witnesses. But we found these personal effects. It was Sarjah's car. Her blood is all over the front but no one can find her. Rude and Cissnei are controlling a sweep of the area, and Savannah has taken a team to the nearest towns and ringing around the Hospital's but…nothing. SOLDIER is on its way, and… Zack's going to go mad."

She stared at him, the round blue eyes betraying what she thought inside: that their boss was dead. Sarjah was frail, as a horrific disease wracked her body. Yet her Majik made up for it, and enabled her to continue working. But no one would be able to survive a crash like that. It would be a miracle if she survived the initial impact.

He shook his head sadly and closed his eyes. Turning his head away, he felt the grief stab at his body. He inhaled deeply, and opened his eyes again, surveying the scene ahead of him. Paramedic's leant idly against the side of their flashing truck, firemen concentrated on dragging the car out of the ditch and Rufus was standing by his car, screaming angrily at someone on the other end of the phone.

He looked back at Elena, who had returned to what she was previously supposed to be doing, and taking pictures of the evidence scattered around the floor. Reno joined her to speed the job along, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rufus Shinra bow his head and wipe his eyes.

Sarjah, in some freak incident, turned out to be Rufus' daughter. But they had told only a few people, only a select handful of others. Reno was one of the few that knew. And he knew that it must be killing the blonde.

She was knelt in the middle of the rode, and her head was yanked back. Long, leather clad fingers were twisted in the silky blonde hair. She was pale, and her eyes were wide and her skin was so pale, it could be mistaken for snow.

She stared up into the face of a male she knew only too well. He kicked the back of her legs, and she fell to her knees. She narrowed her eyes into fearless slits, and she growled menacingly.

Professor Hojo just laughed, and the knife at her throat pressed closer into her skin, piercing it and forcing a bead of blood to roll down into the deep grove of her collar bone.

"You don't deserve this life. You are nothing more than a disgusting lab rat."