Chapter 3: Old Friends

Tifa Pov

I sat in the waiting chair in the lobby. There was only a women at the computer desk and a couple of guards out front. I was bored, I don't even know what I am waiting for exactly, and Reno told me to just wait till Rufus yells at his phone.

Ring Ring, I stared up to notice the lady glaring at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I stood up and bowed apologetically and walked outside. I took out my phone from me pocket and saw the name Barret on the screen. "Please tell me the bar is still alive." I groaned answering the phone.

"Hello, Tifa here."

"Sorry, but I am gonna take the kids back home tonight, Yuffie as well. Hope you don't mind," sadness got me by surprise. They only got here this morning,

"I don't mind, why?"

"I don't think you're ready to have them back here for a while, just until you get over things." Now I was confused, I was the first time that I had them over for a stay in two years. Then it hit me.

"We are gonna leave them with Shera, Cid said he will meet us there and go pick up Vincent and then head over to Wutai about the disappearances, Oh and Cid and Reeve are just about finished and are heading to the lobby, "

"Oh, ok then, bye," I hung up the phone then raced back inside. Cid was at the counter yelling and the receptionist and Reeve was mucking around with Cait Sith. I walked towards the counter, Cid then noticed me and waved. I quickly raced over and gave him a hug. "Two years, I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it; it's not your fault anyway. You got a little upset, that's all."

"A little?" I stepped back, holding back the tears. "It's nice to see you Reeve, did either of you get any information?"

"Only what you got, I am going to head over to Wutai with the others. I guess you want to stay home, Right?" Reeve announced.

"Yeah," I nodded. Cid put his hand on my shoulder.

"Be strong tomorrow, ok. Things have changed, you have changed. I am... trying to change," I heard Reeve laugh behind him.

"Huh, I'd like to see that." He teased.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! Anyway, we better get going, we will catch up next week." He took his hand off me shoulder and they both left.

Tomorrow, the day you left two years ago, I started to cry.