Disclaimer thingy: Me do not own Snow, Hope or any other character belonging to FF13, never have, never will. I just use them to right fluffy fanfictions about.

Warnings thingy: Light bashing, Serah bashing. Hope maybe a bit Ooc. Maybe a little of bad language but not much. And a bit fluff, cos we all need that in the world.

A/N: Hey! Nothing to report except I've been on a writing spree. I'm on fire! XD

Like chapter one and chapter were wrote a day apart! Other than that it's been mostly boring and tweaking this chapter here and there. Anyway, read and Review and let know what you think!

Enjoyies!

"Snow! Wake up!" Snow groaned, pressing his face deeper into the pillow that smelled of wild violets and something sweet as he tried to go back to sleep. A hand grabbed his shoulder and shook, though it wasn't rough like when Lightning did it, it was gentle, coaxing him to listen to the unknown voice and wake up instead of going deeper into the dark abyss of slumber.

Though the voice couldn't belong to Light, it might have belonged to Vanille though it sounded a bit deeper than normal. He knew it couldn't have been Serah's voice as hers was a light, sweet sound that had begun to grate on his nerves and wouldn't have made him feel relaxed, content, safe. Not that she would have been speaking to him, they had broke up after the tenth- or was it twentieth?- arguement about him obsessing over a certain silver haired teen and his where-abouts.

Hope.

Snow groaned, realising who was calling him, of course how could he forget? After being kicked out by Serah, and punched in the face by Light, he had stumbled towards Vanilles house and practically begged the girl to tell him where Hope was. She had stuttered over her words, making excuses until in the end she told him that for the past six months or so Hope had been living in Sulyya Springs on his own.

He had been pissed that Light or none of the others had told him, he had been hurt over whatever reason that had made Hope leave, the other hadn't come to him first. So he decided, if Hope wasn't going to come to him, he would go to Hope. He had caught the lift to Taejin's Tower, fighting whatever Cie'th had gotten in his way until he made it to the lift to take him straight to the bottom. He had quite boredly fought his way to the entrance of Sulyya Springs and had stopped, though even now he wasn't quite sure why, something in him, maybe his conscious had asked why he was doing all this for Hope. The boy was his friend sure, but it was like he was fighting again, fighting for a cause like saving Cocoon, like defeating Orphan, like protecting Hope and make sure the teen knew he was loved. With the last reason in is mind he had carried on until he had found himself in front of a little hut with a little chimney that puffed out smoke. The hut could have been called cabin, made of logs rolled together, with a wooden door and wood framed window with shutters. It was cute and blended in with rocks perfectly. Hope had done a real good job in building his own house, but then Hope had always been good at that sort of stuff, whether it was building fires or finding food, no one had to worry about Hope not being able to look after himself if he got lost.

And here he was, curled up on Hope's couch feeling happier than he had for ages. Hearing Hope call his name again, he grinned and rolled over suddenly, grabbing Hope and pulling him onto the couch, chuckling at the squeak of surprise Hope gave while he sighed and settled back down to sleep.

Hope frowned, though there was a blush on his face. He hadn't expected Snow to grab him like that and now he was staring at a firm chest, Snow's breath tickling his hairline everytime he breathed. Hope pushed to get away but Snow refused to budge, tightening his arms just a little. Hope huffed.

"Snow, let me go, please?"

"..." No answer though Hope knew the other man was awake, so he pushed again only harder and managed to create a little room between them so he wasn't smushed against the others chest, even if it was a very nice chest. He looked up at Snow's face, noticing that he had gained a five o'clock shadow. He had a sudden urge to stroke Snow's jaw just feel the stubble tickle his fingers but with held himself. Besides freaking out Snow with such an intimate touch, Hope would have been extremely embarrassed about doing such a thing. Instead he pinched Snow's unbruised cheek. The man jolted at the twinge of pain, causing both of them to fall from the couch and land on the floor in a heap, Hope unfortunately being crushed by the other man.

"Snow...get off!" Hope pushed Snow to the side, heaving in a gulp of air and glaring at Snow who lay there on his back, arms behind his head and his eyes closed as if he was resting on the most comfiest bed imaginable and not the hard rock floor of Sulyya Springs. Hope huffed, annoyed and stood up, leaving Snow there who watched him closely before closing his eyes again.

Hope came back a few minutes later to see Snow sitting on the couch, tying the laces on his boots which made the teen wonder when the older man had took them off. Shaking his head Hope ignored the fluttering inside his stomach that seemed to be determind to stay ever since he realised his...crush.

"Hey Hope, so what are we doing today?" Snow looked at him, noticing the confused look on the others face. Snow thought he should make himself useful while staying at Hope's, it wasn't like he was going to chill out watching Hope do all the work.

"Um, it's a saturday so I usually go out and pick fruit. You can stay here and have-" Hope was cut of when Snow stood and nodded his head, grabbing the wicker basket Hope was carrying and walked towards the door, opening it and waiting for Hope to go through first. Hope was a little confused but shrugged it off, Snow would be a great help anyway. Often monsters lurked round the fruit trees and sometimes, though he hated to admit it, Hope got scared about facing them on his own. It wasn't like if he got hurt he could fall back on any of the others to help cover him while he saw to his wound. He was on his own and if he got hurt, then he would have to deal with it. Mind you, he'd only ever got wounded once and that was enough for Hope, he had been petrified as he felt the claws of a lupine monster rip through his jacket and catch his side, though he had been able to gather enough courage to swing his boomerang at the monster and daze it long enough for him to grab his basket and run.

Snow was watching Hope closely, and noticed how his bright green eyes glazed over before every muscle in the teens body tensed and he paled. 'I wonder what he's thinking about?' He gently placed a hand on Hope's shoulder, feeling the other jump and those green eyes turned to him, hints of fear glowing bright within them. Snow was instantly concerned.

"Hope? Are you okay?" Hope coughed, relaxing under the hand on his shoulder when he realised it was just Snow and not some lupine monster trying to claw him to pieces. He nodded his head and gently shrugged off Snow's hand, berating himself for actually getting that worked up that he lost himself in his fear.

Snow didn't say anything else and soon Snow was leaning on his tip toes to pull some apples off a high branch, the basket was already half full with some ripe bananas, a handful of blackberries and now some apples. He threw one he had managed wiggle lose from the branch and watched as Hope caught it effortlessly and place it in the basket gently, just in case a run away blackberry was underneath. He turned back to his job at hand, tossing apples over his shoulder and hearing Hope catch them, though he frowned when he heard an apple hit the ground. He turned round, ready to joke about Hope dropping one when he found that the teen was no where to be seen. Frowning deeper, he walked over to the basket and dropped the rest of the apples into it. He looked round, wondering where Hope could have got to, getting more and more concerned when he heard a cry.

Instantly Snow was running towards the sound to an outcrop through the rock, what he saw made his heart stop but his blood boil.

Hope clutched at the wound on his arm, feeling like a fool for leaving Snow and wandering off when he heard a noise, like metal scraping on rock. He felt blood leak past his fingers and he stared ata Sahagin that watched him, prowling closer when the monster noticed his wound. Hope felt the same spine chilling fear creep into his bones and squeezed his eyes shut when he saw the fish like monster raise a clawed hand. He waited for the pain but all he heard was the sound of bone crunching sickly and the sound of skin meeting the leathery hide of the Sahagin. Hope opened his eyes, only for them to widen when he saw Snow lifting his hand from the Sahagins now crushed skull. It was only when Snow dropped next to him that Hope noticed his was crying, and by the sounds of his gasping breaths having a mild panic attack at the same time.

Snow was furious and extremely worried at the same time, though he still pulled the obviously terrified ex-l'Cie into his arms, holding Hope close, trying to calm him down. He felt Hope clutch at his vest with a death grip, as if the other was afraid he'd disappear. This was why Snow wasn't happy when he found out Hope was living on his own, sure he could understand the others need for independance but outside the safe borders of Oerba, it was dangerous for one to be on their own, and Hope was still just a teen.

"Shh, it's okay Hope. You're safe. Your hero is here." Snow had no idea why he said the last thing but he didn't dwell on it as it worked to calm Hope down, he rubbed the others back before pulling Hope away from him so he could look at the wound on Hope's arm. It wasn't deep and the bleeding had stopped, though it still needed to be cleaned and bandaged up. Eden only knows where the claws of that Sahagin had been. He pulled Hope to his feet, wrapping an arm round the other shoulders and walked back towards the fruit trees to pick up the basket before heading back to Hope's hut.

Hope was quiet, still clutching at Snows vest and refused to let go. He felt embarrassed that he had been so weak as to actually get scared by a Sahagin. He let Snow push him onto the couch and then he blinked, watching as Snow disappeared to look for water and bandages. Hope looked down at his arm, wanting to pick at the dried blood like a child. He stared at it trying to see if it would scar or not, and it was only when he heard Snow shouting that he realised that he had a visitor.

Hope frowned at the pure anger in Snow's voice, though he couldn't hear the other person say anything in return. He winced when it seemed that the blond was getting angrier because he had begun to swear which was unsual for Snow. He walked over to the door Snow had gone through and found Lightning leaning against one of his counters, Snow standing intimidatingly over her as he glared pure hate at her. Hope found he was lost for words and could only listen.

"Again, Claire. Why the bloody Hell did you leave Hope out here on his own? Why didn't you tell me he was here on his own?" Snow leaned back, running a hand through his hair as if to defuse some of his anger, though the glare remained in full force. Light snorted crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hope's fifteen, Snow. He can look after himself. Right Hope?" Hope shifted when two pairs of eyes stared at him. He wanted to agree with her, he could look after himself, but then again, it was nice to know someone was watching his back just in case he slipped up. He couldn't deny the fact that if Snow wasn't with him today, he would've died and no one would have found him. So he shrugged, wincing when the action pulled against the cut on his arm.

"Maybe...Maybe it would be nice to know someones watching my back if I mess up." Hope glanced up at Light who was frowning, before she huffed, waving her hand dismissively.

"Then you should've stayed in Oerba-"

"You cold hearted bitch!" Snow roared, grabbing Light by the arm and shaking her, shouting more profanities at her while Hope stood there, blinking. He felt oddly numb and his eyes burned but he knew he wasn't crying. He felt like he should be though, he knew Light had troubles with her emotions but he had always thought she understood him. He guessed wrong. Light snarled, landing a sharp blow to Snow's sternum with her elbow and stormed past both of them, calling over her shoulder to say there was some food and extra blankets in Hope's bedroom before slamming the door behind her.

Snow gasped, breathing heavily. He straightened his back and began to mutter, pacing round the small room as if wearing a line in the rock would help. Hope sighed though he noticed how it shuddered as he was trying hard to sob his heart out. He stood there for a minute until he spoke up.

"I'm... I'm going to bed." He ignored how Snow called after him and walked to his room, shutting the door behind him and stared at the food placed on his bed. He moved it all to the floor and then laid back on his bed, staring at the wooden ceiling. It was an hour later that Snow knocked on his door, disturbing him from his thoughts. He called for the blond to come and noticed that Snow had found the bandages.

"Sit up so I can clean your wound. Don't want it to get infected now do we?" Snow mused, trying to sound carefree like he normally did but it just sounded bitter. Still Hope did as his told and sat there while warm water was dabbed onto his cut, cleaning away the dried blood, though he winced when the cloth used caught one of the scabs covering the wound. Snow muttered an apology before deeming the wound clean and started to wrap a long piece of clean cloth over it.

When that was said and done, they sat quietly. Hope running away with his thoughts, trying to figure out what he had done to upset Light. Snow was wondering how he could convince Hope to go back to Oerba, or at least move closer to it without sounding like he was on Lights side, because he certainly wasn't. Right then when he had told Light that Hope had been wounded, she had simply shrugged and looked at him as if she was confused as to why it was important. Seeing that cold, uncaring gaze had flipped some switch in his head and he had lost it

"Snow, do you think I should move back to Oerba?" Hope was looking at him with dull green eyes that shimmered with such sadness that it broke Snow's heart, so he pulled the boy in a tight hug, resting his chin on top of Hope's silky hair.

"The choice is yours Hope, but just know that I'm staying for as long as you'll let me. Whether it's here, Oerba or freaking Vallis Media. I'm not leaving unless you tell me to go." Snow spoke the truth and he knew Hope knew it too. The blond was stubborn and when he said he was going to do something, he stuck to it. Just like he promised to save Serah and Cocoon and that was proof enough. He would never leave Hope unless the other told him to, and even then Hope would have to have a pretty good arguement.

"Thanks, Snow. C'mon I'll make us something to eat, I'm starving."

That statement was followed by two stomachs growling loudly and laughter.

A/N: Another chapter done. I don't know why I made Light a bad person but it just seemed to fit. Yeah, lack of Hope having a crush, but he's stubborn! He'll refuse it for a while and then he'll accept it XD So anyway, let me know what you think and review! x