Disclaimer: I own Final Fantasy! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *Lawyers break down my door ready to sue me* Ahhh! Just kidding! Just kidding! I own nothing but Piper, Maggie, Mac and his store, and later people to come. I am in no way making money off of this and never will. Now may the power of Holy repel you demons! *Throws cosplay of Holy Materia at evil lawyers as they run away*

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I'm not too sure how long I sat there and just kind of watched the three kids playing. But it was awhile before I really LOOKED at the kids she was playing with.

I could have sworn that I'd seen them before.

And from what's been happening lately that is a BAD feeling to have!

A very, very bad feeling.

I take a closer look, the smaller girl was wearing a pink dress and had her hair up in a braid, and at the top it was tied off in a pink bow.

Wait a minute....

Those kids are Marlene and Denzel!

Oh.....crap...

I looked around in a panic for anyone from AVALANCHE.

There sitting at the other end of the playground was Barret Wallace, watching his daughter and Denzel play with my sister.

How the hell did I not see that man! He's as big as a train!

Great Gaia, I'm a moron.....

I jumped off the bench and called Maggie over to me.

She looked up and left the other kids to their playing house, and ran up to me.

"What? I'm playing!" she whined at me.

"Too bad, we gotta go, Shrimp!"

I took her arm and dragged her out of there so fast she didn't have time to complain.

I saw the people staring; I just hoped that Barret wasn't. That's all I needed in my already stress filled life -an AVALANCHE member taking a closer look.

Yeah, I need that like the world needs another Barbie doll!

Yep, that bad.

"B-but I was having fun!" Maggie whined, trying to wiggle out of my grip.

"Look, you can't go near those kids again. EVER!!" I said, looking at her and lifting up my sunglasses to glare at her with my new creepy glowing eyes.

She shut up real fast.

See, they do come in handy..... Kinda.

"W-why?" she asked after a few more minutes of speed walking.

"Those are AVALANCHE kids and their rents want to lop my head off. And to be honest, I like my head where it is."

Maggie looked disappointed but kept walking without saying another word. (Thank Minerva!)

"So, did you get the job?"

That didn't last long...

"Yep, so if we save up we can get out of the church in a few weeks and hopefully NOT die of mako poisoning."

"Nice thought," Maggie mumbled

"Ain't it," I said, flashing her a false smile. "And if you stop playing with people that want to KILL me, we should be fine, yah twit."

"Well how was I suppose to know!?" she shot back.

"I- didn't you read the book?" I asked her, looking at my sister like she was a total dumbshit.

Which she was.

"Yeah, but you don't expect me to, like, remember all that, do you?" she said in a serious tone.

How am I related to this brain dead munchkin?!

"I want to live, so yes. I DO expect you to remember."

I tried to remember if I ever dropped her on her head when she was a baby.....

Yeah, I think I did.

Twice.

We walked in silence (for real this time) all the way back to the slums. We were both on high alert just in case the Devil Rider or his friends wanted to pay us a little visit.

And I needed to be ready to push her down and run like hell.

As we walk up to the church, I saw a medium size, blue duffle bag sitting on the door step.

Me and my sister looked at each other with questioning looks and ran up to where the bag lay.

"What the hell is this?" I asked as I kneeled down next to the bag.

"Looks like a bag," Maggie said in a smartass tone.

WHACK!!

I smacked the twit over her blond little head.

"I know that, dipshit! I meant 'why is it here'!"

"Owie! Did you have to hit me?!" cried my sister as she rubbed the back of her head.

"Yes, maybe that'll knock some goddamn sense into you!" I snapped at her as I unzipped the bag and peeked inside. "Sweet Mother of Sephiroth!"

"What? Let me see!" my sister chirped and looked over my shoulder. "Ohmygosh!"

There, inside the blue duffle bag, was an insanely huge amount of Gil.

I think.

I can't count Gil, remember?

"Where did it come from?" Maggie asked, sounding a little more than shocked.

"I don't know, shrimpy, but I know whose it is," I said, a huge cat-like smile on my face.

She gave me a totally clueless look.

You know, like the wheel is turning, but the hamster is dead.

"Mine!" I yelled, happy as can be. I didn't know why it was there and I really didn't care. If something good happens, I don't question it. I just enjoy it.

It may seem a little stupid, but it's worked for me so far.

"What?! Aren't you at least a little curious about why it's here?!"

"Well yeah, but I ain't gonna think too hard on it," I said over my shoulder as I walked into the church.

"H-hey, wait for me!" Maggie cried as she ran after me.

I snorted at her. What was I going to do? Lock her out of the church?

Too bad there ain't any locks on the door.

See? Logic is a bitch.

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Tifa's POV

I smiled as I hid behind a large piece of rubble as I watched the girl carry the Gil into the church.

It was a sign that Aerith wanted me to help this girl. I just knew it.

I mean, this girl just shows up out of no where and chose my bar out of all the shops in Edge to try and rob, she's staying at Aerith's church, and to top it all off, it's all happening within just a few days till her birthday.

I just wish I could help her more, give her a safer place to stay. I knew we had more room at the bar. But after a few hours thinking on it I… besides, it probably wouldn't have been the best thing to do.

She would have freaked if I just walked up to her. I mean, she did try to rob me, and she knew who I was. She probably would have thought I was going to confront her.

And I didn't want her to just run away from me. So I decided to just help from afar, to keep an eye on her and check up on her now and again.

A smile still on my face, I turned around and headed home before Marlene, Denzel, and Barret got back from the park and trashed the place in the search for food.

'I need to remember to thank Reeve when I see him again,' I thought to myself.

I knew in my heart I was doing the right thing, but I still had this feeling in my gut that something was wrong. But I just shook it off as old feelings about the slums.

At least I hoped that was what it was.

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Piper's POV

We- I mean I decided that it was best if we waited until tomorrow to get a hotel room.

And yes, I DO have a reason!

With all the clothes, food, and new Gil we got there was no way we could carry all of this junk. So tomorrow after I got off work I'd buy a bag or two and THEN we would get out of there before we both die of mako poisoning.

So we were stuck in that hell- I mean great beautiful church until tomorrow.

After playing about 15 million hands of poker, and winning every hand, (No, I wasn't cheating! ...sorta.) Maggie and I decided to call it a night.

Not wanting to dirty any of the few clothes I had, I stripped down to my tank top and boxers

Yes, I wear boy boxers, and no, it's none of your business why I do!

Anyway I had to do it because I only have two jeans, three shirts, and one sweater, and NO washing machine. I had to do all I could to keep them from reeking.

And no, I wasn't going to use the healing pool! I should bitch slap you for even thinking about it!

Ahem! Where was I?

Oh yes, I looked down at my pale arms and legs and snorted in disgust at the ugly scars that covered my arms and legs. I hated those ugly little things. I got them when I was only like ten years old in some kind of huge pile up.

I didn't really remember any of it, every time I tried all I could see was bright, hot fire, people screaming for help, and the smell of blood.

It wasn't just my arms and legs either, they were spread over my back, stomach, and chest.

Anyway, enough about them, I don't wanna talk about it any more.

"Can I sleep on the mat again?" asked my sister in her sugary voice.

"Yeah, not working, short stuff."

She blinked a few times "So is that a no?"

"Yes."

"So I can sleep on the mat?"

"Wha-- NO!"

"But you said yes."

I smacked her over the head. HARD.

"Ow! What was that for!?" she cried, cradling her head.

"For being a smart ass!" I snapped at her.

"But you already hit me for that!"

"Oh yeah," I smacked her over the head again. "That was for being a dumbshit."

Tears leaked out of her clear blue eyes and she gripped her head.

"You're doing it again! You're being a meanie butt! And you said to tell you when you were being mean!"

"No, I told you to tell me when I was being a bitch," I said now wished I HADN'T told her to. "It won't kill you to curse once in awhile, you know."

"I don't curse. I'm not white trash like you!" barked Maggie.

"I ain't no trailer trash!" I yelled before I could stop those words from slipping out of my mouth.

Ok so maybe I talk a bit trashy. But come on, I use to live in Tennessee. I moved when my sis was still a baby so she never picked up this trashy lingo like I did.

My sister crossed her arms over her chest with a smirk that said she knew she was right.

"Ok, you win. I'll sleep on the pew," I said not willing to comment that I was wrong.

Her smirk turned into a huge grin that you just wanted to punch, and she jumped up in the air.

"YAY!! I love you big sister!" She threw her scrawny arms around my waist.

I swear I felt my eye twitch.

"Let go of me before I eat you!" I hissed at her though clenched teeth.

With a small squeak Maggie jumped away from me.

'Oh my pounding silver head....'

I asked for a monkey, I got my sister...

No really, it's true! When I was ten I asked for a pet monkey, and nine months later that little bundle of joy was born.

You caught the sarcasm there?

Good, I hope so.

Oh great, another night of sleeping on the hard wooden pew.

Holy crap! Don't let my sarcasm stain your shirt!

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Fire, blood, chaos.

That's all I could see as I ran.

I'm not too sure why I was running, but I know I was scared shitless of it.

Houses burning, people screaming and running around in a panic.

I was so small; everything looked so big to me.

I was calling for someone, but I couldn't hear the words that were coming from my own mouth. But I could hear everyone else. Husbands calling for their wives, brothers yelling for their sisters, mothers looking for their children.

Mother?

"Mommy!"

Did that come from me? What's wrong with my voice? It's so high and shrill.

If I wasn't so scared I would have said something about how annoying my voice is.

But I'm a little busy running for my life here!!

From what?

A clock?

A black clock, covered in blood.

Silver hair and glowing eyes.

And this time it wasn't my reflection.

I froze at the sight of him.

Sephiroth.

So much power, so much madness, sweet Minerva.

He was standing over a pile of dead bodies, covered from head to toe in bright, red blood. The red light from the fire cast an eerie glow over his twisted face.

Cold, glowing eyes flicked to me. I felt my insides turn to ice and my feet freeze to the blood soaked ground.

A cruel smirk played on his thin lips and he disappeared in a flash.

Pain.

Damnit to Hell, MORE pain! I HATE pain! I really, really hate it!

It was coming from my chest this time, and blood was flowing from it at a fast rate. And coming out of my chest was a long thin sword.

I looked up into the face of a mad man. He yanked the sword out of my chest hard and I fell face first onto the cold ground.

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It wasn't the screaming that woke me up this time. It was the pain in my chest.

Fuckin' Ho-bag! I'm so done with pain!

I sat up and rubbed my chest.

No, not THAT chest!

Sick fuck.

It was a few inches under my collarbone where an old scar from the car crash was.

It was a rather small one compared to the many others, just a thin little line no more than an inch long.

And right then it was burring like hall.

"Damn," I murmured as I tried to even my breathing and smother the pain.

After a minute or two (OR FIVE!!!!!) the pain finally faded and my breathing eased.

Now, you'd think I would be freaked by these weird ass dreams and the pain, but as you keep on proving over and over you're not the brightest chocobo in the farm.

I always had fucked up dreams any time I was under a shit load of stress. And right then I was under a LOT of stress.

And given the fact that I was in Final Fantasy VII it kinda made sense that I was dreaming about all that messed up stuff that happen in the past.

So like last time, I pushed the nightmare out of my mind and was about to go back to sleep.

Now if only I can dream up a naked Zack covered in chocolate I'll be set.

Shut your face! You like that image too!

Yum.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, I was trying to go back to sleep when I noticed that it was really quiet. Maggie wasn't making a noise. No soft snoring or that funny talking in her sleep thing.

I looked over at the mat and saw that it was empty.

Ah crap.

That stupid brat was goin' to get herself eaten!

Don't get me wrong, I don't really care if she does or not, but if I go back home without her Mom would skin me alive.

Damn.

I got out of bed, and I'm using that term very loosely now, pulled on my pants, and headed out side.

If she gets eaten, I'm going to find a way to drag her ass out of the Lifestream and kill her myself!

"MAGGIE SMI-MACBETH!!! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!!" I screamed out into the night, using our new last names just to piss her off.

"What!?" cried Maggie from behind me.

With a sharp intake of breath I spun around and saw her standing by the door in the huge man-chest shirt. Her arms where crossed over her chest and she was giving me a very annoyed look.

"Why are you yelling? I'm right here," she said in the same tone.

"Where were you?! I woke up and you weren't there!" I yelled at her. It was just then that I realized just how worried I was, but I'd never tell her that.

"Were you worried about me?" she asked with a sneer.

"Hella no! If you died here Mom would kill me and dance on my grave." See, told you. "And you didn't answer my first question!"

"I was sleeping until you stared yelling like a Hannah Montana fangirl."

"Why you--" I swear I could feel the vein on my forehead twitch. "No you weren't! Stop lying, shrimpy; you weren't even in the church!"

"Oh yeah, then how did I get behind you?" she said in a smug voice.

"Um, maybe though the enormous fuckin' hole in the wall!"

I wasn't even really mad that she was gone now -just pissed 'cause she was lying about something as stupid as taking a bathroom break.

"Whatever, Piper! Let's just drop it!" And with that stunning come back she turned her back to me and strolled back into the church.

I smirked, knowing that I won the argument, no matter how small and unintelligent it was, and followed her.

I hate nightmares.

A/N: meh, I'm not to sure about this one. It took me forever to write….. Something just doesn't sit right for me….. If you have any ideas please PM me. And thanks again for the kind reviews, keep it up!

PS: I do not mean to offend any one by saying she talks like trailer trash cuz she's from Tennessee. Not everyone from Tennessee talk like that, I know a quit a few people from there that talk very well. Really we just choose a state at random for her to be from. I am deeply sorry if I hurt anyones feeling, if you have any problems with it plz PM me and I will be happy to lesson to your completes.