Authors Note: Hi everyone! This was a quick update right? I'm so proud of myself. I'm an amazing person. Lol. This is my chapter! Please enjoy! Sorry this is not betaed.

Disclaimer: We do not own the characters, or setting, but the plot is totally ours. We manipulate these poor people into doing our whims!

Summary: Vice President Rufus Shinra and his top Commander of the Turks are both placed into a situation that they can neither deny or escape.

Warnings of the chapter: None.

Time in which this takes place: Wherever the hell we feel like. :)

Fever

I dream... I don't remember what I dreampt about now that I am thinking about it. I wake with a killer headache. I cringe at the sunlight shining through the curtains.

Finally adjusting, I look around for my four legged friend to find my room empty. I blink through my confusion, trying to clear my mind. She usually waits for me to wake up to go out and do her business.

"Dark Nation?" I call out and wait for a responce. Nothing. Is she even in my office/room anymore? "Dark?" I wait then throw the covers off my legs.

Crap! She's probably wondering the floors without me. Dad is gonna be pissed if she attackes one of the employees. Again.

"Sir," Tseng is instantly at my side, his hands on my shoulders, trying to steady me. "Please sit back down."

I plop back down and rub my temples. Not because he asked me too but because I'm worried that if I struggle to get up, I will only embarress myself by acting like some damesel in distress. "Where is Dark Nation?"

Tseng removes his hands from my shoulders and drops them to his side, back straight. "Two Gun took her out. She was getting antsy. Lay down, rest."

His offer was so tempting. I want so badly to listen to that gentle command and close my eyes. Hope to have yet another dream I will not have to remember, but something told me that I need to look at the clock, that I will hate myself later if I don't. I force myself to lift my shoulders from my bed and look to the clock on the night stand next to me. I want to scream but merely shoot to a sitting postion.

"Tseng! It's nine-thirty! Why didn't you wake me up? I was suppose to be up at six! Why didn't you wake me up? Why?" I must have looked completely panicked because once again, his hands are on my shoulders, trying to calm me.

"It's alright, sir. I know your scheduel, but I let you sleep in. You have a slight fever. I'm letting you take half the day off."

I do what the Turks never do; panic. "You did what? Why the hell did you do that? My father will kill me if I don't get all my work done- homework included!" I can't tell weither I want to fire him for doing something like this without my permission, cry because of all the work I'm going to have to do and how late I will be at work when I get back, or be happy that he at least cares enough to canncel my morning meetings.

I pull away from him and move past him to grab my suit; I'm stopped midbend and am forced to turn back around to face him.

"Sir," Tseng says coolly, but gently. "Please, sit down and relax. You caught a fever during the night." He leads me back to my bed and sits me down. "Worry not, your father is already aware of this issue."

My eyes widen, panic more obvious. "I've got to-"

"Shh..." he interrupts me. Eyes gentle but face is impassive.

"But-"

Tseng's eyes catch mine and make me stare, sputtering out fractions of sentences, slowly getting quieter as we stare at each other. Tseng waits for me to quit babbling before saying gently, "I understand. Now, rest. I'll get you some food."

"But..." I trail off as he leaves.

I sigh and flop back, eyes going to the ceiling. My father probablt threw a fit when he heard I'm sick from Tseng. Oh, this hell will be payed for later, I'm sure.

Suddenly, the door to my office opens and Dark Nation bounces in with Two Gun behind her. He shuts the door with a monotoned look on his face and follows my four-legged friend into my room. He stops next to my bed and offers a gentle look.

"Good morning, sir. How do you feel?" he slides his glasses up his nose and looks at me patiently.

I consider the question- and the throbbing in my temples. "Cold water and some headache asprin would be great."

Two Gun nods and heads out to retrieve requested items. Dark Nation growls and then purrs as she climbs onto the bed and curls next to me, laying her head on my stomach. She continues to purrs, letting the vibration tickle my stomach.

Two Gun and Tseng both walk in, glancing at Dark Nation and I.

Tseng lays the tray with my breakfest at my feet and hands me the water and pills. "Medicine then some breakfest."


At 1:30 I finally dress and finish my work day, slightly sluggish. I went to all my meetings with Cissnei as my shadow and by the time I get back to my office, the headache is back with vengence.

"Can I get more asprin, Cissnei?" I ask, rubbing my temples. She nods and heads off.

"Yes sir."

I sit there useless until she brings me the much needed medicine and, with a groan of dissaproval, I start working on the pile of papers on my desk. I notice the essay I was doing last night. I smile and have it faxed to my teacher. I silently praise and thank Tseng for his help.

"Sir," Cissnei murmurs from my side, "it's time for you to get some rest."

I glance at my computer clock, 10:45. My face must have shown my displeasure for she mumbles, "Sorry sir, orders."

I frown, skeptical. "From Tseng?" Why would Tseng give me a bed time. What am I, 10? I don't need some bed time. He's protective, sure, but not that protective. Okay, I was a little under the weather but by 11 my fever broke. I'm just lazy today. Besides, I have so much work that needs to get done. I'm half a day behind as it is.

"No," Cissnei sighs, giving me a look. "It was your father."

I freeze. "My dad? He... does he want to see me?" I know him too well.

Cissnei gives me a sad look. "Yes, sir. He wishes to see you first thing tomorrow morning. He seems to be upset about something."

I ran a hand over my face. "Oh goddess..."

She flinches, giving me a miserable look. "I'm so sorry. I think we should tell Tseng about-"

"No." I snap, standing up. "You know Tseng. If he found out... no one would be able to stop him. I will tell him, but only when I'm ready. You promised not to tell." I look into her worried brown eyes.

"But, sir-" Cissnei tries to explain but I cut her off again.

"Cissnei, you keep so many secrets. Keep just one more. Only you and Gun know about this. Please leave it at that." I order my voice more malice filled then I would have liked.

My friend looks deflatted. "How do you know that Gun hasn't told Reno yet, sir? How do you know she hasn't uttered a word to him?"

I smile thinly. "Because if Reno were to know, my father would no longer be alive."

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