Greetings Ladies and Germs! I just flew in from Cali and boy, are my arms tired! Ha ha ha! What's that? Hmm? Oh! Right! This is my story, not my stand up gig. My bad. Honest mistake.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Final Fantasy VIII.

The Force That Divides Us

Chapter Six

"Old Feelings Resurface"

Selphie stared at the screen with the continuous feeling that she was going to pass out. Rinoa's biography picture smiled at her as the read "Match Found" icon blinked above it. Both fingerprints were displayed on the screen- perfect matches.

"Impossible!" she finally managed out, barely above a whisper. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the screen and Rinoa's smiling face. She reached for the sample and stared at it closely. She must have moved it when taking the sample and so it resembled Rinoa's fingerprint. There was no other explanation for it. Rinoa was dead! Irvine had seen her dead body at the funeral. There was no other way for her fingerprints to be in that room.

Panic had officially set in on Selphie, and she scrambled out of the room. She needed air- couldn't breathe.

"Impossible!" she choked out. "Impossible!" she repeated it over and over until she reached the observation deck where she collapsed on her knees.

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"Now, see, wasn't that fun?" Alexis asked as she and Squall both tumbled into the Training Center's secret spot. She walked up to the balcony and leaned against it facing him with a big smile.

"If you say so." He panted heavily. He hadn't done this much running since his heavy training days. He joined her at the wall, leaning against it for support. Alexis' laugh rang through his ears, making his heart race even faster.

"You look out of shape!" she giggled, poking him playfully.

"I think I am," he managed out. He stretched out but that only made it worse, forcing out a painful moan. "Okay, we're not going to do that again."

"Gee, Squall. For a Commander you sure have lost touch with the action." She grinned.

He glared up at her, trying not to smile. "It's called paperwork, and it's a necessary evil." He couldn't believe that he was playing around with her like this. It had been a long time since he joked around with someone, but oddly enough, it felt good.

"Uh-huh!" she rolled her eyes. "More like it's called laziness!" she poked him again, but this time he grabbed her hand and spun her around, getting her in a quick arm lock.

"Not laziness, paperwork and I can still kick your butt in a challenge." He whispered harshly.

"Hey! Let go!" she wriggled, trying to get free, which was difficult since she was laughing so hard.

He complied, pushing her out with a spin. "As you wish."

Alexis spun a few feet away from him before stopping and looking at him curiously. "Do you dance?" she asked.

"Not very well." He admitted, shrugging.

"I don't believe that." She shook her head and stepped closer to him. "You're going to have to prove it."

Squall's cheeks began to redden slightly. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"And why not?" Alexis asked, her bright eyes shining into his as she yet again took another step.

"Because I have two left feet." He replied.

"I don't think that's it." She put a thoughtful finger to her lips as a smile curled up over them. He said nothing but his cheeks were still darkening. "I think you're shy!" she declared, nose wrinkling in excitement.

He raised an eyebrow to her comment. "No, I don't think so."

"Then prove it!" she challenged.

"Once again, not a good idea." And he pointed to his feet.

"You're just too shy!" she exclaimed, folding her arms over her chest, nose still wrinkled cutely.

"I am not shy," he insisted.

"Then dance with me!" she said.

Squall was immediately taken back to the first night he met Rinoa. It was at the SeeD ball, and he had hidden himself away in a corner, watching everyone have a good time. He hadn't wanted to be there, yet he had little choice in the matter. Then, she came out of nowhere, performing her little spell to get him to dance before dragging him onto the dance floor against his will. Little did she know, he had enjoyed every second of it.

"Well?" Alexis asked, bringing him back to reality. She had come closer and was looking up at him, inches from his face.

"Well what?" he asked.

"Well, are you going to dance with me or not?" she demanded.

He shook his head. "There isn't even any music."

"Silly, you don't need music to dance! The rhythm is in your heart." She explained, taking his hand gently in hers.

He looked down at the two hands together. "I can't dance."

"Well, I'm going to teach you." She smiled and reached for his other hand. He swallowed nervously.

"Here?" he asked, eyes growing wide in fear.

"Why not?" she shrugged, grinning.

"I don't think this is an appropriate place." He managed out.

"Then let's go to an appropriate place." She stepped back and tugged on his hand.

"Uh, um," he struggled to speak, but she started to drag him out of the secret area and straight out of the Training Center. He never even managed to get a word out in protest as she took him to the Quad.

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It was well after dark when Cooper and Amy returned to the base. A massive storm was coming soon so the Underground was preparing for lockdown. They burst through the main enterance, disturbing the preparations of Mika.

"What in the Hell do you think you're doing?" Mika demanded, pointing to the mess that the two had made.

"Mika, where's the Captain?" Cooper demanded.

"She's in the System Control Room preparing for this damn storm. Why?" she asked, anger now changing slightly to suspicion.

"We found something important." He exclaimed. He then turned to Amy. "Round up everyone else for an emergency meeting in the Conference Room! I'll go get the Captain!" and the two of them scrambled down the corridor leaving Mika standing there, confused.

"What in the Hell are you talking about?" she yelled after them, but they just kept going.

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"This had better be important." The Captain threatened darkly as they all sat in the Conference Room.

"Oh, it is. Trust me." Cooper said as he pulled out his laptop. "I managed to download some information on the experiment that Galbadia is planning." He loaded the computer and projected an image onto the blank wall. "Galbadia is planning on making a super weapon fueled totally by rouge magic power. Since Rinoa died without a knight, her magic was never passed onto another individual, so she died with an incredible amount of power in her body. This caused her bones to absorb nearly all of the power. Galbadia wants to dig up her remains and extract that power from her bones and transform it into a usable substance that will fuel the weapon."

"When does Galbadia plan to execute this immoral experiment?" The Captain asked.

"Next week, so we don't have much time." Cooper replied, pointing to the date.

The Captain sighed and rose from her seat. "Well, it looks like this could be our most dangerous mission yet, but we have to do this." She declared. "But unfortunately, I don't think we can do this one on our own."

"And who are we going to get to help us?" Mika demanded.

"Garden," she replied.

"The Commander will never help us!" Mika exclaimed, jumping to her feet. "We've had an informant stationed for five years at the Garden with no luck at all! He will never do it!"

The Captain's face darkened with seriousness and anger. "Our informant was only at the Garden to stay out of the way and do something personal for me. I never actually told her to work on getting the Commander to join the cause." She snapped. "And as for getting him to help us, that's what I need you and Brick to do."

"And what's that?" she demanded.

"Go visit the Commander," the Captain replied. "And don't take 'no' for an answer."

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Selphie, still ripe in hysterics, pounded on Quistis' office door, hoping she would be in there. After a little bit of time, the woman appeared, opening the door to greet her.

"Selphie, what are… is everything all right?" she asked upon seeing the girl's stricken face.

Selphie pushed her way into the office and quickly closed the door. "Quisty! I found something horrible!"

"What are you talking about? In the lab?" Quistis asked gently, guiding the younger girl to a seat. "Selphie, what's going on?"

"I told Squall I'd dust for fingerprints, but, oh Quisty!" she exclaimed, tears now streaming down her face.

"Selphie, calm down! It's okay! Just take slow, deep breaths." She tried to guide the girl to get her to make some sense.

"I dusted for fingerprints, but I didn't' find anything until I noticed that I had gotten some dust on the magic reducer!" she exclaimed.

"You got a print?" Quistis asked, shocked. "Were you able to make a sample and get a match?"

Selphie nodded, "Uh-huh!" The color had drained completely from her face.

"Well, what?" Quistis asked. "Selphie, we need to know to catch this culprit!"

"Rinny," she whispered.

"What?"

"The sample was Rinny's." she choked out, louder this time.

"What? Selphie, that's ludicrous! Rinoa is dead!" Quistis exclaimed.

"It's true! I checked it three times! I did multiple samples! It's her print! Quisty, it's a perfect match! I swear!" Selphie cried out, sobbing.

It was Quistis' turn to take deep, slow breaths. "Okay, let's got to the lab and show me the sample. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this." She helped Selphie up and guided her out the office. "I hope."

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"Is this appropriate enough for you?" Alexis asked as she and Squall stepped into the dark ballroom.

"I suppose," he whispered. He still felt uneasy about all this and not quite sure what to think or do.

Alexis took his hand again and led him onto the big, empty floor. She took him straight to the dead center and directed his placement in front of her. She reached out and took his other hand, but as she was going to move this hand to her side, she frowned and held both his hands up.

"What?" he asked, fearing a negative reaction from her for some reason.

"It's these gloves," she replied, turning his hands gently, staring at the black leather gloves with such disgust that he was shocked. "Do you always wear them?"

"Yes," he didn't even hesitate in his answer.

"Why?" she looked up at him curiously.

But this time, he didn't have an answer for her because he honestly didn't know. He looked down at his hands that were always covered by these gloves. They had become an odd part of him, but now, when forced with the question of why he wore them, even he didn't know.

"…I don't know." He shrugged.

She looked back down at them and moved to one hand, letting the other fall to his side. She held his hand, palm out with both of hers, cradling it softly. Her fingers trickled down to his wrist and slowly began to peel the glove off his hand. He watched her do it, speaking not a word or objecting in any way. She pulled it off and cast it aside, not caring where it landed as she took his other hand to do the same thing.

When the gloves were off completely and his bare hands rested in hers, she sighed in satisfaction. "There, now we can do this right." He said nothing so she placed one hand carefully on her side and kept the other one clasped in hers. "Now, show me you can dance."

"But I can't," he replied innocently.

"Yeah, right, Commander. I know better than that. You're skilled in everything include ballroom dancing." She looked up at him and smiled.

"Ah, but that it where you are wrong," he answered. "SeeDs aren't taught ballroom dancing, only basic movements." They slowly began to sway to an unknown rhythm.

"Then show me the basic movements." She commanded, smiling.

He said nothing but slowly and dramatically twirled her around and the brought her back in to the previous position. He did it with such grace and poise that she thought for a second there that he was a professional. He continued to guide her in this odd dance, moving a little bit more distinctly. He could picture himself back at that SeeD ball, surrounded by people he didn't know. The sound of the waltz filled his mind so vividly almost as if he were sanding right beside the orchestra, and he realized that he was doing the exact same dance that had introduced him to Rinoa.

Alexis was a good partner and followed his lead perfectly, never stepping out of her boundaries. She was astonished by his skill, but she was more excited than anything. Did this dance mean something? She could only hope.

The waltz ended in his mind the exact same way it ended seven years ago, but this time there were no fireworks and his partner remained right in front of him with no indication that she would leave.

"And you said you couldn't dance," she said, looking at him and showing off a great smile.

"Just basics," he replied with little emotion. He didn't want to let go of the picture in his mind, but it was fading quickly.

"Those were some basics," she whispered but noticed that she was losing him. He was drifting off to another time when his first love stood in her spot. She knew he was thinking about her, and she couldn't help but feel some jealousy. She shook her head, knowing that if she was going to win him over, then she needed be gentle about this.

"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" she asked tenderly.

"I always think about her." There was some sadness in his voice that pulled at her heartstrings. "No matter where I am or what I'm doing I think about her. She never leaves my thoughts. She haunts me because I couldn't save her."

Alexis was so close to crying. She didn't want to cry because he didn't love her, she wanted to cry because of the pain he felt. "She was executed, squall. There was nothing you could do. It's not your fault."

He shook his head, "Yes it is. I put her there."

"Put her where?" she asked.

"In harm's way. I drover her away until she actually left, and there was nothing I did to make it right. If only I had gone after her when she left, she'd still be alive." He looked away, ashamed and angered.

"Squall, you don't know that. It was fate. You did nothing wrong. Please, stop beating yourself over something that wasn't your fault." She put her hand to his face gently and forced him to look at her. "Rinoa died for something she believed in, something she had an obligation to. She made a promise to Timber. She didn't die in vain."

"How do you know that?" he asked, suspicion now clouding his features.

Alexis realized she'd said too much and tried to move away, but Squall's reflexes were faster than that. He grabbed her and pulled her back to him.

"Why do I have the feeling that you're not telling me everything about you?" he asked, almost angrily.

"…I don't know what you're talking about." she shook her head and tried to get free, but he had her too tightly.

"Alexis, don't make me lose respect for you." He warned.

She stopped fidgeting and cursed herself. She had said too much, and now she was going to have to pay for it. Or maybe not. "I knew Rinoa." She whispered.

"How?" he asked.

"We weren't friends, if that's what you mean. I worked with her in Timber with the Timber Owls before she was asked to head the Underground. She was only in that position for a year before she was captured and executed." She replied.

"You didn't like her, did you?" he asked, letting her go.

"No, I liked her. She was nice and always made sure that everything was done correctly and that everyone was safe." Alexis answered. "I didn't come to dislike her until I came here and saw what she did to you."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Nevermind," she shook her head. "It doesn't matter now." She wanted to leave and just forget about her perfect moment that was now lost. She stepped back and turned to leave.

"Wait," he touched her shoulder to stop her. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"You didn't offend me. You couldn't." she replied. "It's just I've finally realized something that's been staring me in the face for a long time."

"What's that?" He asked.

"That I can't complete with her," she said sadly, shrugging.

Squall didn't say anything but stared at her in shock. He'd been oblivious to her direct hints. Now that he thought about it, she'd been trying so hard to get his attention and tell him that she cared, but he'd never once noticed. He was too concerned with mourning over what he'd lost rather than focus on what he could have.

"Alexis," he sighed and took her hand. "I think we should talk."

She slowly pulled out her hand. "I don't need a lecture, Commander." She stepped back and once again attempted to move away from him.

"I'm off-duty. It has nothing to do with work, but I really believe that we need to talk." He felt awkward but knew this needed to be said.

She shook her head. "I'm done with making a fool of myself. I've tried to be something I'm not and I'm tired of trying to compete with someone who's no longer even alive. I just don't think it's worth it."

"That's why we need to clear this up now," he insisted, but she continued to shake her head in protest.

"No, I'm done fighting. I'm done competing with something that I can't beat. Face it, I'm just not worth your time." She tried to get away again but he stopped her. This time with a grip that she couldn't get out of.

"I'm not letting you leave until we work this out." He commanded, almost angrily.

"I'm done! It's not worth it anymore!" she cried out. "Please, just let me go! We can forget this ever happened!"

"No," he said more gently this time. "I doubt if either of us will be able to forget what's happened here. Just hear me out, and then you can do whatever you please. That's my only request."

"All right," she nodded and he released his grip on her and she turned to face him, nervous and uncertain.

"First, I want to apologize for never catching on to what was so obvious. I'm sorry. Next, I want to say that no one can replace Rinoa." Upon hearing this, Alexis tried to walk away, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Wait. I'm not done. No one can replace Rinoa because of the time when spent to together, and her genuine personality. That's not always a bad thing, however. I don't want you to think that you're trying in vain because you're not. Alexis, you're a wonderful person and today you made me forget about some of the things that haunt me everyday. I was free for today. I thank you for that." He moved his hand down her arm until her was holding her hand in his. "I don't want you to think that I don't care. I do. I'm just afraid. I've lost more important people in my life than I care to mention. You'll have to forgive me if I come off as terse or unemotional. I don't mean to be. I don't want you to think that you can't compare with Rinoa. Yes, she may be gone, but she's still here. I loved her, but that doesn't mean I can't love again. I can, but you'll have to give me time. Don't give up."

He finished and it was a while before Alexis responded. "So what do you want me to do?"

"Whatever you want to do. I guess if you give up, that's your choice." He said, shrugging.

"I just want to know if I have a chance." She sighed. "I just want to know if it's worth my time."

"Do you think it is?" he asked.

"You tell me," she said.

"It's up to you." He replied, giving up nothing further.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked. He nodded once. "Do you feel the same way?"

He sighed and looked away but never let go of her hand. "That's difficult for me to say directly. I know something's there. Toady made me feels that."

"Would you be willing to give it a chance?" she asked.

"Yes," he said without hesitation.

"Could we try?" she asked. Her voice was getting smaller with every word.

"If you want," he said.

"Yes," she squeezed his hand.

"All right, but you'll have to be patient with me sometimes." He said. She nodded but said nothing. She was smiling, finally happy at last.

They stood there facing each other and holding the other's hand without saying a word. They were just enjoying the moment. Alexis was thrilled, but Squall wasn't quite sure what to think. He was willing to give Alexis a chance because he knew that it was time he let Rinoa go and accept the fact that she was dead and not coming back. It pained him to have to do this but the first step is always the hardest. And he knew that Alexis truly cared for him. He could see it in her eyes, and he couldn't say that he didn't have any feelings for her because he did.

"Commander!" someone was calling for him outside the ballroom. They sounded distraught and frantic. Squall's attention turned from Alexis to the exit. He made no other movements but listened intently. "Squall!" It came again, worse than before. Someone was intent on finding him.

He pulled his hand out of Alexis' and took several steps toward the door. "I'm in the ballroom!" He called out, still facing the exit.

The door opened moments later and Xu popped her head in. "Squall!" she exclaimed, relieved. "You shouldn't scare me like that! I thought something was horribly wrong." She came in and walked up to Squall, saluting him.

"What's the problem, Xu?" he asked.

"You have important visitors waiting in the Conference Room for you." She said, somewhat nervously.

"Who is it?" he asked, not liking this. He felt Alexis move closer to him.

"General Caraway and Dictator Deling's son, Cabait." She answered.

"What are they doing here?" he demanded. "I already declined the offer to join the war. I told them that we plan to remain neutral."

Xu could tell that Squall was becoming highly irritated. "I don't know why they're here. All I know is that they said it was urgent that they speak with you. They didn't give a reason." She shrugged.

Squall sighed. "Fine. Tell them I will be with them shortly." He dismissed Xu, and she scurried out of the ballroom, leaving the two alone. He turned to face her. "Alexis, I apologize. I thought I was done for the day."

"No, it's okay. I know it's not your fault." She smiled.

He nodded and left the ballroom to meet with his visitors, leaving Alexis by herself, but she didn't mind. She was incredibly happy and nothing could ruin her moments, not even a visit from her superior could rain on her parade. She had what she wanted and nothing or nobody could take it away from her.

"I won," she whispered, spinning around until her arms outstretched and a smile on her face. "I got him!"

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Squall stopped just outside the Conference Room. He didn't know why the General would come to see him. He hadn't been in the same room with the man in over six years. He'd always gotten the impression that the General didn't like him too much, and frankly, he had no lover for the General either.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and entered the room, returning to his dreaded duty. "Excuse me, gentlemen for taking so long. I was unprepared for your visit."

General Caraway and Dictator Deling's son, Cabait sat at the large table, waiting patiently for Squall to arrive. The General looked different from the last time he and Squall met. He looked tired and frail, like his job had finally caught up to him and added about ten years to his appearance. He still, however, had his dark eyes that watched every movement of everything like hawk-like eyes.

Cabait Deling was a face that Squall did not know well. He'd heard enough about him to know that he didn't like him. Cabait was a handsome young man of Squall's age, maybe older with skin the color of cinnamon and dark, sinister eyes. His hair was almost black but highlighted and short, cut at an angle that swept across his eyes. He was about Squall's size, maybe more slender and lean. He wore a simple black suit with no tie and a cloak that covered most of his body. His father was a very corrupt man, and Squall heard that Cabait was worse. He feared for the people of Galbadia, knowing that this was the future leader if the Resistance failed.

General Caraway stood as Squall entered the room and Cabait followed moments later, eyeing Squall with a suspicion that made the young Commander uneasy and threatened. There was something about Cabait that Squall immediately didn't like. A deep hatred formed within him and threatened to rise to a dangerous level. He could tell that it was going to be a long meeting.

"Ah, Commander. A pleasure, as usual." The General said, out-stretching his hand to Squall. He took it and the two shared a hearty, business handshake.

"Same," he replied gruffly.

"And I assume you know Cabait." He gestured to the young man at his side who continued to glare at the Commander.

"I've heard about him." Squall replied, and the two men shared a very briefly handshake.

After introductions were done, the three men sat down facing each other. "Excuse my bluntness, General, but what is this about?"

"I'm glad you asked, Commander." He leaned over and pulled a black folder out of briefcase that rested against his chair. "Dictator Deling has a very generous offer for you."

"General, I'm sorry but I've already declined your last offer and instructed all Gardens to remain neutral. I have no intentions to enter this war." He said rather tersely.

The General's face darkened. "Commander, you have a reputation for being rash. I think you should listen to the conditions before you make any decisions that you will regret."

Squall stood, having heard enough. "General Caraway, I apologize for being rude, but I have no intentions of entering a war that is of no concern to me. I will not endanger the lives of the people here just to help your Dictator win a war that he started in the first place. It has nothing to do with me or Garden, and we will remain neutral. This meeting is over." He glared at them both sternly.

"Commander, you are making a mistake." The General warned.

"The only mistake I've made, General, was even attending this meeting." He replied harshly. He turned to leave but the General's voice stopped him.

"Will you not help us because of Rinoa?" he asked. He knew this was a risky conversation, but he wanted to give the Commander every opportunity to remain on the good side of the Galbadian Empire.

Squall turned around one last time. "Let me say this once: Rinoa has nothing to do with my decision to enter the war. Yes, I mourn her loss and perhaps I blame Galbadia for her death, but that does not mean I hold a grudge against Galbadia and want nothing to do with the empire. I have a duty to hundreds of people, and I will not endanger them. That is why I choose to remain neutral."

General Caraway nodded. "If that is what you want, then I guess nothing we can do will change your mind. I apologize for wasting your time."

"And I'm sorry you came all this way for nothing." Squall said and disappeared out the room.

"He's stubborn, but he will break sooner or later." Cabait said wickedly. "Like father said, attack his weakness."

General Caraway said nothing but lifted his briefcase and escorted Cabait out of the door, cutting out he light as they left, but before he exited, he left a folded piece of paper on the table, knowing it would reach the Commander.

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"See, see, see!" Selphie exclaimed, pointing to the computer screen that remained untouched, still showing Rinoa's picture.

"Let me see the sample." Quistis commanded. Selphie handed the item to her and the blonde inspected it carefully. "It's a very clear print, Selphie. There are no visible smudges. And you got this from the magic reducer?" she asked.

"Yes," she replied timidly.

Quistis set down the sample and went into the back room. She reappeared moments later with a fresh sample. She picked up the other one and compared them both.

"They're the same," she concluded.

"How can that be?" Selphie asked, whispering. She was scared out of her mind. "Rinny's dead."

"I don't know," she shook her head. "But I believe someone is trying to either mess with our heads or freak us out."

"Who?" Selphie asked. "Who would go so far as to impersonate someone so close to us?"

"I think I may have to agree with Squall on this one." She replied. "I think Galbadia is behind this."

"So what do we do? We have to tell someone!" Selphie exclaimed.

"I don't think this should get out, Selphie. The last thing we need is a widespread panic. We can't even tell Squall about this." Quistis replied.

"But I promised I'd tell him everything I found!" she protested.

"Selphie, Squall has enough to deal with, and I don't want to give him any false hope. He still honestly believes that Rinoa is alive out there somewhere, and I don't want him to keep believing this. He needs to move on, and this information would destroy his chance to live past her for good. I'm not taking the chance." Quistis said calmly.

"So what do I do with the samples?" Selphie asked.

"Dispose of them so that no one knew they were even here. Wipe down the magic reducer and erase the search. I'll erase her biography later so no one can recover the search or trace the print match." She walked over and touched Selphie's shoulder gently. "Don't worry, it's for the best."

"I know, I just hate to see this happen." The brown-haired girl said sadly.

"You and me both, Selphie." Quistis agreed. "You and me both."

A/N: And there's chapter six. I think some of you might actually get mad at me for this chapter, but remember; there is a reason for everything! Oh, and Cabait is not just some random character I threw in there for kicks. He's actually pretty important. You might learn more about him next chapter, but, yeah. I just thought I should clear that up. I can imagine you guys know what's going to happen, so I won't say anything! Ha, ha, ha! R&R and Later Days!

And special thanks to Savannah for being my wonderful editor, and thanks to Gamer Legend who has expressed many interesting reviews. I think that last chapter pushed ya over the edge, didn't it? Lol. Thanks, guys!