AUTHOR'S NOTES: I was listening to Heart's All I Wanna Do when this came to mind. I said to myself, "What if Vincent and Yuffie had a one night stand? And what if it couldn't have a happy ending, cause she's already committed?" And the song fit everything I did perfectly. So, I suggest listening to the song as you read, or just before, because it really sets the tone.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the rights to Final Fantasy 7, Vincent Valentine, Yuffie Kisaragi, Reeve, Cid Highwind, Shera, Rocket Town or Wutai. I do own all origonal characters and the plot of this story. Also, I do not own the song All I Wanna Do by the band Heart. I am merely using them for purposes of this work of fanfiction and will be making no profit off of them.

The rain was coming down from the heavens so hard that it seemed like Leviathan himself was weeping, though for the life of her, Yuffie Kisaragi couldn't imagine why that would be. She'd been working with her father and Reeve for the last several years to get Wutai back on track, so Leviathan should be happy if anything. But she was miles from the island, so perhaps he wept for the rest of the Planet.

Or maybe she'd just been listening to Chekov and Gorky too much again.

After driving for a few more miles, the rain picked up even more, making the road before her headlights nearly invisible in the onslaught. "Gods, what a horrible night. Glad Reeve had this car I could borrow tonight."

Something caught her eye outside and she squinted through the rain that the wipers were doing little to keep away. "Is that a person out there?"

Lightning flashed then, almost as if nature was trying to help her answer her question. Clearly, she saw the silhouette of a person off to one side of the road.

She turned on the brights of her headlights to see the person better. The person turned to look into the oncoming light, and the way he—she?—raised an arm to shield his face from the light seemed very familiar.

She pulled the car up to the person, and discovered that the obscuring rain his even this stranger's gender from her. Reaching across the seat, she popped open the passenger door.

"Hey!" she called. "You want a ride?

"Yuffie?" The figure squinted into the car, and Yuffie caught a flash of red eyes in the darkness.

"Vincent?" She couldn't believe that it might really be him, but she couldn't deny that it sounded very much like him.

The figure had started to climb into the car, but stopped when he saw her face. "It is you," he stated.

"Hi, Vincent." Suddenly, she felt very much like the shy awkward teenager she'd been when she left. Not that she'd ever been shy around anyone but him.

The silence stretched out between them for several minutes while the lightning flashed and the rain continued to pound on the roof. It turned from awkward to the kind of silence they'd shared on their journey to defeat Sephiroth. It became very comfortable.

Yuffie noticed this and was glad. It meant that he wasn't going to bolt off into the storm for whatever reason.

He wasn't wearing his cloak, Yuffie noticed, but Vincent hadn't changed a bit physically in the last six years. She knew she had, and wasn't sure what he thought as she watched his eyes survey her face and body.

"So…are you getting in or what?" Yuffie finally broke the silence by asking.

He replied by sitting down and closing the door.

Thank Leviathan. I couldn't' have let him go back out in that. "So, where ya headed?" Yuffie started the car back down the road.

"Nowhere." Vincent seemed disinclined to talk.

"Nowhere? You were out in that going nowhere?" She knew that he'd done some crazy things—sleeping in a coffin for twenty years being one of them—but this was the craziest thing she'd ever heard. A person didn't go out in a storm like this to go nowhere.

"Please, Yuffie. I do not wish to discuss it."

"Sure. Okay." Same old Vincent all right. "Well, I'm heading for Rocket Town. That good for you?"

"Its fine."

Yuffie watched him from the corner of her eye, wishing she knew what he was thinking. Had he missed her? Did he miss any of them? Had he even thought about her since he'd left her standing on hand of the Da-Cho statue in Wutai?

Why did he leave?

He huddled down in the seat, arms folded. His chin rested against his chest and his eyes were closed. Clearly, he didn't want to talk about anything.

Yuffie sighed and returned her full attention to the road.

No fears, readers! more will be up tonight. this fic is FINISHED! i just don't have time to get it typed before work. promise to have it all up by 3 am. TTFN
Eerian