It's not over
Chapter 2:
Already over now.

"It's not a lot of flowers down in Midgar, huh?" Zack mumbled, it his lower lip as Tifa stared at him. The brunette cocked her head to one side; a small grin curved her small lips. "I mean, I'm sure they would be easy to sell you know, and you guys would get a lot of cash for them" he added, she thought over it. They would always need some money; she had to admit that, and was surprised over the fact that she hadn't thought the thought herself.

"Sell them… how?" Tifa wondered, Zack crossed his arms and stared at the flowers. Tifa's smile broadened. He pointed at the lilies, then crossed his arms, nodded and grinned. Maybe they could sell them. And if they did, he was pretty sure that this brown haired woman would get a lot of cash for them.

"Well, we could always make something to carry the flowers in…" he suggested and looked for some materials to make a wagon or something with. To his disappointment, he found nothing, but they could always search for something down in the slums.

"And how are we going to do that? We don't have the right materials…" her brows drew down and her tone grew heated. Zack's telephone rang, he fished it up from his pocket and flipped it open, Tifa stared at him for a few seconds, then she looked away and sighed, maybe they could find the materials?

"Hello, it's Zack…oh, hi…." Tifa closed her brown eyes for a moment; Zack gazed at her and found an excuse for hanging up the phone. "You know what… I'll promise to call you back, all right? Later." He hang up the phone, she turned and grinned. The woman with the brown hair gave him a sceptical grin and shook her head. Then she stared out of the whole in the church ceiling, who would have known that a guy like him would fall from the sky like that? At the same time as she was there? All she knew was that she liked him even more and more for every single minute they'd been together.

"You haven't planned to call back, have you?" she cocked her head to one side and glared at the dark haired man in front of her. Zack shook his own head firmly and grinned, closed his mako enchanted eyes for a moment and opened them again. Tifa stared at him with her brown eyes and grinned.

"No…" he hesitated, she chuckled. The man with the dark hair's eyes narrowed at her for a single moment, was she laughing?

"You know, of course, there's a special circle in hell for those people who makes promises to call back, then don't." her grin faded, and the thought of Aerith in the church again made her more serious than ever, if she entered the church, oh well, every single guy she once had known, had become near to the woman with the light brown braid and green eyes, and Tifa just couldn't stand it. If Zack met her, then it would mean that he would hang around with Aerith. And have less time for her. The woman with the dark brown hair frowned, she knew it was stupid to start a fight over a guy, but it was worth it this time, he was different, and Tifa had met him first. Zack sighed and put more weight on his left leg.

"They'll probably run out of room before my time…" he mumbled, she was still in her own world and didn't really pay attention to a word of what he was saying. Tifa didn't try to control him or own him, she knew how that felt. She just wanted to be certain that other girls' stayed away from him. The woman with the brown hair raised one of her eyebrows and gave him a sceptical look.

"Hmm, what did you say?" she really hadn't heard a word, and stared at him for a moment. But all things considered, who can think straight with this hot guy around? He's handsome!
She bit her lower lip and sighed.

"I said; they'll probably run out of room before my time" he repeated and she grinned widely. Tifa laughed a little and closed her brown eyes.

"Anyway…" her grin faded and expressive face grew serious. She gazed into his mako enchanted eyes for a few seconds before she continued. "I have to admit I was a little bit lonely earlier, and I'm glad you came and that you're here now…" shadowed eyes lifted to the dark haired man's face.
"Something tells me I can trust you…" she knew she had been sceptic to him on the beginning, but he seemed to be an all right man, a man she could trust.

"You barely know me." The dark haired man murmured silently, closed his eyes and stretched; he fought the urge to yawn and stared at the woman with the brown hair. He would probably fell asleep if they didn't do anything exiting soon. Maybe finding the right materials was a good idea this time.

"You asked me out on a date a couple of minutes ago, and you barely knew me then." She laughed and crossed her arms under her breast. Zack cocked his head and smiled.

"You know what… maybe we should go search for those materials…now" he murmured, Tifa stopped next to his side and left the slum church together with him. He stared at the people outside the church, and the running children for a moment, didn't notice that Tifa headed in another direction and ran after her.

Zack stared at some pieces of wood and some rope and looked at Tifa; they could absolutely build a wagon out of this. The dark haired man picked up the rope and held it in his hands, it seemed solid. And that was good. They picked up the materials they had found together and headed back to the slum church.

A younger kid dumped into one of Zack's pocket, fished out his wallet and ran. It took Zack a couple of minutes before he noticed that his wallet was gone. He stared at Tifa and sighed; great, now his Gil was gone.

"What happened?" Tifa wondered, gave him a worried look. He shook his head firmly and sighed again.

"That kid stole my gil" he sighed and she stared in that direction the boy had run. The woman with the brown hair knew that boy, but wasn't sure if she should say that to Zack or not.

"I know that boy… I'm sure he has a good reason" the dark haired woman sighed and shook her own head firmly.

"A good reason for stealing gil from a man?" the 1st class SOLDIER wondered and gazed at the marked. They did sell a lot here, and he wondered if there really was anyone around to buy their flowers, when the wagon was done.

"I think he needed them." The dark dressed woman murmured the SOLDIER shook his head firmly; he needed the Gil. Really needed them, how were they supposed to by the stuff they needed now? He was as good as broke.

"I need them!" he protested, but the woman had already started to walk in the opposite direction. She stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"Wait here, I'll see if I can find him" she yelled and started to run, he stared at her and shook his head. He had absolutely no reasons to wait there; he wanted to find that little thief himself. But he knew that she would protest. He liked kids, really, but he didn't like it when they started to steal stuff from him.

"Why don't we split up, we can search after him together." The dark haired man suggested and watched the woman stop again. She stared at him, nodded and headed off.

"Don't yell too much if you find him, as I said, I'm sure he has a good reason" she murmured as she ran down one of the streets.

Zack was stopped by a older man, he stared at the man for a few seconds, and then watched him open his mouth, but closed it again.

"I got this new building, I'm going to start a bar, but I don't know what I should name it. Got any suggestions, kid?" the older man murmured Zack thought over it. "Oh, it's in sector 7 by the way." The older man added. Sector 7 and bar, he had no clue at the beginning, but after a few moments he came up with a good name.

"What about… the Golden Saucer?" Zack suggested, but the older man shook his head and sighed, it just didn't fit. And he knew about someone that was going to use that name anyway, so he couldn't use that one. "7th Heaven then?" Zack added, the older man was silent for a moment, and then he nodded. 7th Heaven was perfect.

Tifa returned with the kid, the younger boy stared at Zack and sighed. Now he really was in seriously trouble, but he hid the fear and stared at the dark haired SOLDIER.

"Why did you steal from me?" Zack wondered, the boy made a movement with his shoulders and opened his mouth. A monster had eaten his wallet, and he needed the Gil, so he had stole from the man he had seen was in his own world. And Zack hadn't really paid enough attention to what happened around him. The boy told the SOLDIER his story and waited for the older man to answer him.

"So a monster ate your wallet?" Zack wondered and the kid nodded. Tifa sighed and placed her hands on her hips. Maybe they could compromise? Zack got rid of the monster, gave the boy's wallet back and received his own Gil back? After a long argument, Zack was willing to do it. Tifa was with the boy the moment Zack left them.

Zack fought the monster and brought the wallet back to the kid, he received his own Gil back.

"You aren't that rich… I got more Gil than you" the kid murmured before he headed off. Zack stared at Tifa for a moment and sighed.

Tifa stared at the finished wagon they'd made together. She closed her brown eyes and the dark haired man behind her sighed. They were back at the slum church now, staring at the wagon inside the church. All he wanted was to hear her opinion, but she hadn't said a word for several minutes.

"What do you think?" her eyes was still at the wagon, after all, it wasn't bad… maybe not very exclusive, or feminine, but it was good enough, and after all, he had helped her a lot. Tifa crossed her arms and cocked her head, after she had stared at it for a moment, it didn't look bad at all.

"It's OK, I guess…" his eyes widened and he pointed at the wagon, then at her. OK? What did she mean, wasn't it good enough? Because he was pretty happy and liked it himself, but that was obviously his opinion.

"OK? OK?! Not anything else? It's OK?" he murmured and stared at the dark dressed woman in front of him. The wagon seemed more than OK, but maybe she had expected something more. Maybe it wasn't good enough? What if she didn't like it?

"I had hoped it would be a little more…" she started, but he stopped her and rolled his mako enchanted eyes. Tifa bit her lower lip and mumbled something he didn't hear.

"A little more what?" he finished for her, she sighed, touched the wagon with one of her fingers. It was good enough… all that she wanted was for the wagon to be more…

"Exclusive…" she added and he stared at the wagon, it wasn't exclusive enough, what had she expected a really fancy wagon with gadgets? This was the slum, it wasn't some rich fancy thing, and the lilies really got along with the wagon.

"I'm not that good, you're talking like I was some sort of robot!" if she thought that he was able to do everything, she was wrong. And he liked the wagon; he couldn't notice any mistakes on it. She laughed a little and wanted to hug him, but changed her mind.

"Don't worry; I told you, it's OK… I like it!" Tifa assured him and grinned, she picked some of the lilies and placed them into the wagon, she looked satisfied at them for an instant moment, and then at Zack. They did look good, and they would really get some gil for them, if they met some really rich people.

"You do?" he gave her a sceptical look, she smiled and nodded. It did look good, and it did look even better with the lilies. All that mattered was that he had helped her, and she liked him even more now than ever.

"Absolutely useful!" she muttered and her smile broadened. The wagon was really useful. She looked forward to the day they were going to sell the flowers and grinned.

"What do you think Aerith will think about it?" her smile faded, it was always Aerith he asked after, it seemed like he didn't really cared about her. And she wouldn't really start fighting, not now. But she didn't get it, why would he be so interested in a woman he had never met before in his entire life? He kept asking questions about her, and Tifa answered them. She was tired of just being there, she had really tried to make him like her. But not it seemed like he used her to get to Aerith.

"It has definitely charm… she'll love It." Tifa murmured and bit her lower lip; she didn't like this at all. Why wouldn't he know something about her? Wasn't she good enough? And he didn't really know what Aerith looked like. Zack grinned and closed his eyes, sighed and crossed his arms.

"You really think so?" he wondered and opened his eyes again. It felt like someone had hit her. Even though no one had. She was still hurt, all the fun they had been through earlier the day obviously meant nothing. Tifa smiled again, she knew it looked false, but she had to do something.

"I know so…" The dark haired woman muttered and nodded, she knew it was the truth, she knew Aerith would love the wagon. And the truth sometimes was painful.

Authors note:
longer chapter this time. So sorry for late update. Please forgive me. I own nothing. Characters belongs to Square Enix.