Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, its characters or storyline. These ditties are mine, as are Duke and McCallister. Much love to the few but awesome reviewers! You all get super-special awesome potato casserole!

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010 - Cowgirl

Leon plucked up one of the pictures that Tifa was trying to organize on her desk. She looked up and her eyes widened.

"No, not that one!" She reached forward.

Leon looked at her and moved his hand out of reach, "What's this one?"

"Just—give it back!" She leaned forward, trying to reach.

He just leaned farther away. "You look embarrassed. Is it that bad?"

"This isn't funny. Give it back!" She said, her face heating up.

She cursed herself for bringing the box of old pictures to work. Reminiscing never led to anything good, and Leon had that even look that said he was enjoying this torture too much. She stood from her desk and moved around to physically take back the picture.

Leon spun the chair away from her. "What is this…You wore this in PUBLIC?"

"Give it—stop—" Damn his longer arms!

"Oh, and it comes with a hat." Leon stood, keeping the chair between them as a barrier.

To Hell with that. Tifa put one foot in the chair and used it to catapult herself, landing square on his back and ramming her elbow into his shoulder. The involuntary recoil shuddered down his arm and she clawed at his hand to take the picture back.

"Get off me." Leon grunted, switching the picture to his other hand and holding it aloft, out of her reach.

"Give it back, you jerk!"

He leaned backwards to try and deposit her on the desk, but she clung on, practically climbing up his back to reach his hand where the picture was.

"I was sixteen!"

"No reason to dress like a slut."

Tifa smacked him across the back of the head. He staggered as she moved and she grunted, bracing one foot on the edge of her desk and stretching for his hand.

The door to her office opened.

Both of them froze: Leon, nearly doubled over, holding the picture out, and Tifa, latched onto his back, reaching for the photo with one foot on her desk.

King Mickey sighed and looked back to the teenagers touring for the internship position. "And this is Brigadier General Lockhart and Major General Leonhart…your superiors."

The hopeful interns' eyes were wide and confused. Tifa took Leon's moment of distraction to stretch those precious inches and snatch the picture back, toppling back onto her desk and pumping her fist in victory.

"Yeah! What now, bitch?" She bellowed triumphantly at Leon.

For his part, Leon straightened and shook his head at her. From the doorway, Mickey sighed and gestured toward the hall.

"Let's move on, kids." He closed the door behind the tour.

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011 - Stuck

Tifa fanned herself with the newspaper, sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall of the elevator that hadn't moved in well over an hour. The woman next to her was quiet. It was good to see she'd stopped freaking out and nearly hyperventilating.

Looking down at her fingers, she saw that the ink from the paper had bled all over her hand, smearing her fingers inky and black. With a sigh, she pushed her hair from her eyes and looked over to Leon, who was still disemboweling the wires and controls inside the elevator walls. At least he was distracted from the stuffy heat by something.

"How's it going, MacGyver?" She asked, checking and finding no signal once again on her phone.

Leon just grunted something unintelligible at her and kept working. Clearing her throat, she looked to the woman again. She looked about five or six months pregnant and also looked extremely claustrophobic. Tifa wasn't typically claustrophobic, but even she was feeling uncomfortable in this small space with Leon and his less than bubbly personality.

Still, it could be worse…

"You're not going to go into labor are you?" Tifa asked flatly.

The woman looked at her in alarm. "N-no."

"Good," Tifa reclined her head against the cool wall of the elevator. "Because that would be awkward."

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012 - Migraine

All of the lights were turned off and the curtains were all drawn. It was completely dark and completely silent when Tifa abruptly walked into Leon's office. She drew up short, the door swinging after her, and spotted Leon, arms folded, face lost in his forearms as he hunched over his desk.

Perplexed, Tifa glanced around looking for the culprit when the door slammed closed after her and Leon positively flinched. His shoulders tensed and drew closer together and his fingers tightened around his arms.

Momentarily forgetting why she'd come into his office, Tifa set the files on the edge of his desk and noted that the computer screen was turned off as well. Leon didn't look up or give any acknowledgement that she was there, keeping his head cradled over his arms.

Looked like a migraine.

The phone rang shrilly and she swiftly snatched it up, but not before a whimper was stifled through his arms.

"Major General's office." Tifa answered as quietly as she could.

"…Um, I've got some documents for the Major General to sign." McCallister said timidly on the other end of the line.

"Leave them in my office. I'll take care of them." Tifa said, placing the phone back in the cradle noiselessly.

"Thanks." Leon said, sounding muffled.

Tifa looked around the dark office. "Taken anything?"

He made a negative noise and she sighed, shaking her head, and went to get some aspirin. She closed the door quietly after herself and went to her office to dig out her personal stash of headache fighters. Stubborn ass, she tutted, finding the aspirin.

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A/N 010: The picture is some variation of what Tifa wore in Crisis Core.

A/N 011: I wanted to poke fun at the overused cliché of the pregnant lady having a baby in the broken elevator. Though it would certainly be entertaining to write for that situation…Snark, snark.