THIS FIC WILL BECOME A GRADUAL REEFIE.

Not Yuffentine.

I've stated it several times. Try reading the authors notes up here for important info like that, please.

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"…and that you also know better than anyone that Reeve could never betray any of the people he cares about." Shera fixed her eyes onto Yuffie's. "Especially you."

Silence.

Yuffie lifted one hand and poked one pointed finger at Shera's belly. "That," she spoke in seriousness, "is gonna be one damn lucky baby."

When the ninja went to bed that night, she slept better than she had all week, her cellphone clutched in her tiny hands. And when Yuffie woke up, she thought about everything that Shera had said.

Flipping open her cellphone, Yuffie dialed one of the most used numbers in her phone book.

Four rings passed before the other line picked up with a rushed, "Hello?"

"Hey Teefs! How's it going?"

"Yuffie?" Tifa exclaimed. "Hold on just one minute!" Yuffie winced as she heard a racket of crashing dishes and loud banging noises before a rustling sound that indicated Tifa had picked up the phone again.

"I'm sorry about that. How are you doing? We've been worried about you, you know. It's not like you to stay out of contact with us for so long."

"Ah, I've just been busy! Been doing a lotta work for the WRO. Fun, manly work! Building stuff. And other stuff. Anyways, there's a reason I'm calling you," Yuffie ended her rambling.

Tifa tried not to feel crestfallen that Yuffie hadn't just called her to talk, and instead took satisfaction in the fact that the younger girl had decided to call her for help. "What's that?"

"Well, you see, I kinda need a favor…" Yuffie trailed off, thought momentarily, and began rattling off to Tifa at the Wutai-ninja-speed-of-light.

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This time, Elena was relieved to have to knock on Reeve's door and wait for him to answer it, because that meant that the man had locked it. Maybe Scarlet had driven in the point that doors had locks for a reason.

The man was only half dressed when he pulled open the door, and he simply grunted and moved aside so Elena could come in.

"Perfect. You're a woman – you help me out," Reeve commented, and Elena blinked in confusion as the man lead her to a room. Once she saw that it was his bedroom, and found the formal clothes strewn out all over in a mess, she grinned, realizing that Reeve couldn't decide what was best to wear.

"Formal appearances always throw you through a loop, don't they, Sir?" she commented lightly. This was perfect, she decided slyly. Eyeing the different colors and pieces, Elena gathered a few together and tucked them into Reeve's arms.

"I suggest you wear the dark green for your tie and the vest," Elena stated precisely. "They'll look good. You always wear dark blues and blacks. It's still a dark color, but green would be good for a change. You'll barely see the vest beneath your jacket anyway."

Thankful that someone had a head for formal attire, Reeve gratefully took her advice. Elena bit her lip as she tried not to grin slyly, knowing that Reeve didn't realize that she had an entirely different motive for making the man wear what she had chosen.

"And you," Reeve seemed to realize his manners, "look amazing. Tseng will be glowering all night trying to keep the men off of you."

Elena blushed, brushing the skirt of her modest but tightly fitting light blue dress that was perfect for her figure. "If he even notices," she grumbled under her breath.

"Oh, he'll notice." Pausing to fasten his tie, Reeve added, "And what brings you here anyway, Elena? Shouldn't you be meeting Tseng?"

The blond took her time in formulating her reply. "I figured, Sir, that you… might be a bit tied up in knots, so to speak, as to having to go without Yuffie, since you had been planning on attending together. I figured that you might need a hand."

Elena saw a hint of sadness flash across the man's face, but he masked it in an instant.

"She'll come around, Sir. She listens to your messages every night, you know." Elena gasped and covered her mouth as she realized what she had said.

Reeve smirked and raised an eyebrow. "And how do you know that?" he questioned, feeling an immeasurable amount of accomplishment. If Yuffie had listened to his messages at all, not to mention repeatedly every night… then he was getting somewhere.

"….I heard it from Tifa who heard it from Shera who heard it from one of the female crew members who bunks beneath Yuffie at night," Elena blurted out.

"I always knew women were a damned formidable force to reckon with. They have information access that could murder a man."

Looking extremely guilty, Elena moved towards the door. "I'd better be going. Tseng will be pacing if I don't get there soon," she explained lightly. "Hang in there, Sir. She'll come around."

Reeve waited until he heard the front door close, and then ran one hand through his hair. "One could only hope," he muttered to himself.

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