Aeris was not the only one anxious to get out of a hideous dress. In the villa, Yuffie struggled in her bridesmaid dress. The author of If Only I Hadn't Killed You was also a rabid Buffy fan. She and Tifa had been forced into lime green, faux-satin monstrosities. The skirt hugged Yuffie's thighs in a way that made her massively uncomfortable before billowing out at the knee in a mass of lace.

Yuffie was glad for the short sleeves in the dress, but she could have done without the big, shiny flowers made from green fabric that must have been part plastic. The skin left bare by the neckline had been scratched up pretty bad. Of course, that was nothing compared to the black eye she had gotten from Tifa during the bouquet toss. She really hated authors that bashed on her character.

Ten years had passed since their original story had come from Squaresoft. Being a fictional character, she had not physically aged in all that time. She was a twenty-six year old stuffed into a scrawny sixteen year old body. At least with the creation of Advent Children, she aged a few years. Most of those stories were much worse though. Fans were trying to cram their ideas and dreams into an even more rigid universe.

Finally, her fingers closed on the zipper and she quickly escaped the dress. She changed into an oversized tee shirt and pajama shorts. Then she threw the dress against the wall with a satisfied chuckle. Tifa had beat her back and gotten out of her dress first, so she had already grabbed the shower. Many of the boys already called shots for who would take it next. It would be several hours before she had a chance.

Vincent was sitting in the lobby, a cup in his hand. He glanced up at her and arched one eyebrow slightly.

A smile split Yuffie's face at Vincent's unvoiced question, "Yes. Please."

Vincent's own lips quirked up as he set his cup on a nearby table. He went to the kitchen to retrieve another cup of tea. The recipe was a special one of his own. He claimed that only he knew the recipe. After one cup several years ago, this had become a tradition between the two.

It wasn't that Vincent had become more talkative. The years had loosened him up some, but not much. Their bond came because Yuffie had learned to appreciate a little quiet. Once she was left to be herself after a story, she was a little quieter herself. In the morning she would be loud, obnoxious child. She was going to hang on to being an adult as long as she could.

Vincent passed her a cup of tea and Yuffie smiled her thanks to him, "You have no idea how much I was looking forward to this."

"You were not the only one." Vincent agreed, taking his own cup back.

Taking a sip, Yuffie felt all her tense muscles relax some. Her mind and body had begun associating the taste of Vincent's tea with rest. Over the years, she and Vincent had been thrown together in more situations then she could count. People really enjoyed the "opposites attract" angle.

Around them, people moved and talked. Barret and Cid had taken over the pool table and were wagering gil that would be gone in the morning. Cloud was nursing a beer and watching them play. Tifa had come out of the shower and gone straight to bed, claiming to not feel well. The next story involved her and Scarlet being intimate in the gas chamber at Shinra HQ and she was already dreading it.

No one had seen Cait Sith or Red XIII after the wedding. Aeris or Sephiroth either. Yuffie asked Vincent, but he could not remember seeing them either. The door opened a minute later to reveal Sephiroth. Several members of Avalance bristled at the sight of him, but he did not pay any attention to them as he walked into the villa.

His eyes settled on Vincent and Yuffie, "Is that some of your calming tea, Valentine? I could really use some."

Vincent chuckled at the ragged edge to Sephiroth's voice. He took his cup to be refilled. Yuffie shook her head when he looked at hers. Sephiroth sank into a chair across from Yuffie's. She still was not sure what to think of the Ex-General. He had some large part in the war on Wutai, but it had never officially been established. Fan theories ran rampant, but Yuffie had no idea what the truth was.

Ten years before, things were what they were. Now they were all in the same boat. She took a sip of her tea and watched Sephiroth run his hands through his hair. He was not usually this agitated after a story, even one where he was paired off with one of the members of Avalanche.

"What's your deal tonight?" Yuffie asked, "Something happen?"

Sephiroth shrugged and muttered something under his breath, but would not say anything out loud. Yuffie shrugged and left it alone. She really did not care enough to pry either. Vincent handed Sephiroth a cup of tea and handed Yuffie a chocolate chip cookie. Yuffie grinned, he knew her so well.

Before she could actually eat the snack, Aeris came to the door looking more annoyed than Yuffie could ever remember seeing. She put down the tea and her cookie and hurried to help Aeris walk.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Sephiroth!" Yuffie cried, "You left her on the beach like this?"

Aeris went a little pale at that and looked down at the billowing skirt that covered her feet. A glance at Sephiroth showed him to be fidgeting with his teacup, "She made it pretty clear she didn't want my help so I left."

Yuffie arched an eyebrow at Aeris. The flower girl shook her head and threw her a pleading glance, "Just... leave it Yuffie. Help me get out of this thing."

Gathering the back of the skirt up in her arms, Yuffie hid a grin. Something had obviously happened with Aeris and Sephiroth... something beyond the story. Yuffie felt a flair of her old mischievous self. One way or another she would find out what happened... and if she did not, Sephiroth would spill his innards to Vincent. The gunman would tell her the story.

A/N: I'll dedicate this one to Silvara. I had really never thought of adding anything more to it. It was something I wrote while working 3rd shift at the grocery store. I found it funny, but I didn't think anyone else would really appreciate the humor... mostly because my sense of humor sucks.

Honestly I have no idea where this is going. It's something to help me past writer's block. I'm trying to get the next chapter of What Are We Fighting For out, but I can't get the ending of the next chapter quite right. I'll probably add more to this, but it'll be random. Thanks to those of you who actually read this. I hope you were amused.