A/N: So...I know I said I wouldn't do another fic like this...please don't kill me...it comes with a fluffy little one-shot to go with it! Please review! I've decided that the 100th reviewer gets...something very special...though i have no idea what. How about the 100th review chooses what their special treat is? Yah, lets do that. Whatev you want. I'll write or beta or whatever.

Snow 1

"You'll be back in time, right?"

"Of course."

That had been two weeks ago. Just two weeks. So much had happened. Time felt like it had stopped and doubled speed at the same time.

And now…it was their two year anniversary. Cloud didn't know if he had had anything constant in his life for two years…he knew Reno hadn't.

The blond sat in the empty, dark apartment, a glass of water in his hand. He hadn't felt like celebrating; the expensive bottle of champagne in the fridge was meant to be shared.

He watched the snow fall down, soft and silent. A few hours ago, he had cursed the snow. The foul demon that had robbed him of his love. His angel. But there was no more room for hate, only emptiness.

The snow had brought them together.

A dark, wintry night much like this. Cloud had decided to take a drive though the frozen city. Near the park he had stopped, simply to sit and watch the snow. It was beautiful.

So caught up in his own little world, the blond had barley noticed the second motorbike role up beside his, and another body sit next to him on the bench. But he knew who it was. The red-haired Turk had been following him for days. Cloud knew. Reno knew he knew.

Reno had leaned over and kissed him. That simple. Cloud remembered how the Turk had looked in the moonlight. No all-knowing smirk, no witty remarks. Just the reflection from the moon filtering through the thin clouds and hitting the snow, making Reno's pale skin glow in the night. Like a fiery-haired angel. His angel.

The snow had brought them together. Given Cloud the happiest years of his life. And then ended them, as if the Gods where saying 'Enough of this. You've had your fun. You were put here as a hero, a protector. Now get back to your job.'

But how could he be a hero if he couldn't' save the most important thing in the universe?

The avalanche had been horrific, so many had died. Cloud had immediately gone to the site, he had to see for himself. It was Rude who had called him. The man was an emotionless mass, but Cloud could see his eyes behind his dark shades where still wide with shock, unbelieving.

He had watched them pull the body from the snow himself. Cold and stiff, his angel had gone from red to blue. Clasped tightly in his hand was a key. The key Cloud had given him two months after their first kiss in the snow. The only key to his apartment he had ever given out.

A little girl with brown curls had told about a red-haired man who had pushed her behind a boulder that had sheltered her from the disaster. Cloud couldn't hear anymore. Filled with sites and sounds that didn't seem to fit together, he returned home.

The sheets still smelled like him.

His shampoo still sat in the shower, waiting.

The TV, which Cloud never watched by himself, was still tuned to his favorite channel.

And now two weeks had passed. The blond had never felt so alone.

His angel of flame had been frozen by the snow.