Hi guys, here's the third chapter (took me a little longer than I expected). We get more interaction with Junior Turk Reno and Keith! And I keep getting random prompts so I've got a lot of back up ideas for chapters. Thank you to those who favorited or followed (sorry for not putting your names up, it's 2:09AM here and I am just feeling lethargic).

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Chapter 3: Reno Sort Of Gets A Father Figure

(Chapter for redheadturkey)

Prompt: redheadturkey:I always suspected as a Junior Turk that Reno was just as bad as Zack in the prank department but somehow I suspect he and Keith would get along despite that lol. Love to see some interactio between them as well, and keep writing!

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Being a Junior Turk wasn't that much different than being a probationary Turk, only that he got to take on small missions that had very little chance of failure. He still had to take those boring classes (not that they actually were, but it was the trainers that were tiresome to Reno), the only one he enjoyed was firearms training with Tseng. Tseng was the only Turk that had the time to train Reno with different firearms as well as improve his already excellent aim.

So when Tseng informed Reno that he was going to be out for at least a month with the Turk Director for a classified mission, Reno was very close to weeping. Tseng's lessons were the only good part of the week for him, and he knew stories from the other Turks about the other firearms instructors. He really did not want to train under them.

"Unfortunately none of the other firearms instructors are available, they've been allocated to the infantry for the next three months." Well, that was a light in the dark, which meant the other Turks would have to train him!

"I will find someone to fill in for me for your lessons. I hope that you will take your training seriously while I am away."

"Of course sir!"

Reno was looking forward to his firearms training, maybe he could persuade the Turk training him if he could use a machine gun!

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It turned out, that his instructor wasn't another Turk.

It was Keith Kogane, the head janitor.

Not that he didn't like the guy, Keith was a fun person to be around once you got to know him, but what experience did the guy have with firearms?

"Morning Reno. Tseng told me the details. Let's get started, shall we?" Keith wasn't dressed in his usual janitor blues, but instead he wore a pair of worn out blue jeans, a black wife beater and a pair of comfortable boots (that were rather similar to the standard issue SOLDIER boots). While Keith was tugging on some tactical gloves, Reno gave the janitor a once over.

Without that baggy uniform, Reno could actually see the man wasn't as scrawny as the uniform made him seem, but made up of lean muscle that could only be obtained through years of constant training.

"I may not look like it, but I know how to handle a variety of guns." Reno quickly averted his eyes from Keith's arms and up to the man's face, a little embarrassed to find the blonde giving him an amused smile.

Great, he had caught Reno looking.

"Really? Care to give a demonstration?" Reno gestured to a target, 75 feet away from the firing line. Keith glanced to it, gave it a quizzical look before shrugging. "Okay, but earplugs in first." Both of them quickly plugged in the earplugs and slipped the earmuffs over their ears (standard procedure and all), before Keith grasped a Glock 31 .357 SIG.

Keith wasted no time, loading the magazine and firing three shots off in a rapid succession. He barely budged from the recoil, his stance steady and even much like Tseng's. Keith placed the safety on before placing the Glock down, giving Reno a grin as he took the earplugs out.

It was only when Reno got a closer look at the target to why Keith was grinning like a madman.

All three bullets had hit the target, one through the head, one through the heart and the last was through the crotch. Reno couldn't help but laugh at the last one, Keith just kept grinning the entire time.

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"So, why did Tseng ask you to cover for me? I mean, there are plenty of other Turks that could have done it, not that I didn't enjoy today."

Keith raised an eyebrow at Reno's question, sipping at his drink while both of them sat in the break lounge outside the shooting range. "Because Tseng knew if another Turk took the lesson, they would baby you. You're the youngest Turk and I've seen how they look at you. You're like a little brother to them, and wouldn't push you to your limits." True, the female Turks always shared snacks with him, a few of the male Turks liked to ruffle his hair, and the tech – orientated Turks always sought him out for random chats.

Yep, they babied him.

Keith gave him a pat on the shoulder before throwing his can into the bin. "Enjoy it while you can, when you become a proper Turk they may not be able to show the same affection as they do now."

Yep, Reno was going to take advantage of being babied, he hadn't had exactly the best childhood, so he was going to take what he get while he could.

"So, where did you learn to shoot like that? You're as good as Tseng is!" At this, Keith gave a wry smile before settling back down into the couch. "Well, when you're counting on your aim being the one difference between life and death, you learn to aim properly pretty quickly. I started off with shotguns though, so it took a while for me to get used to handguns."

No one knew where Keith was from, apparently during the second year Keith had been working for SHINRA some files got shredded by a clumsy secretary who was fired immediately. Those files happened to be the personal information of some of the staff, and they had never gotten around to replacing those (because paperwork was the very existence of misery and suffering for everyone in the SHINRA building, and some people were lazy fucks).

But where on Gaia was a town that taught you how to use a shotgun first instead of a handgun?

That meant it had to be a hick town, but Reno didn't want to pry into Keith's past. He'd rather be on the man's good side, especially now that he knew the janitor was a crack shot.

"Alright, I've got floors to clean. Same time next week?"

"Yep, see you then."

He was so going to look forward to the next lesson with Keith, maybe the man would teach him how to use a shotgun?

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When Tseng came back from the month long mission, he found himself completely bewildered at the reports he got back from the other Turks about Reno. He had expected the Junior Turk to cause mayhem as Tseng and Veld were the only ones Reno dared not anger, so without them in the building he had thought the red head would have gone loose.

But, apparently Reno had attended every lesson he was required to attend, full of energy and even smiling when he was given homework assignments.

It was just.

Odd.

However, his questions were answered when he saw Reno on his lunch break, enthusiastically chatting away to Keith in the janitor's office on the 35th floor.

So this was where Reno had been disappearing to every day . . .

"Oh, hey Tseng. How'd the mission go?" Keith was smiling, and that was even weirder. The man never smiled when he was in his office, the source of everyone's plight. The office was always filled with paperwork and requests that drove the man batty half the time, and it was the meeting place where Tseng, Sephiroth and Keith all let out their woes about subordinates, generally complaining about their shitty week.

"It was . . . pleasant." Tseng replied, slipping into the vacant seat on the leather couch, which so happened to be the one that Keith had been gifted from the President after the latest fiasco, in order to placate the janitor from going on a rampage.

"Judging from your tone of voice, the usual shit went down?" Reno didn't even seem surprised that Keith swore, the two of them must have really bonded over the four lessons, although Tseng had a feeling his Junior Turk had been seeing Keith outside those lessons as well.

"I'm not allowed to disclose the details, company policy." Keith rolled his eyes at this, the words were more for Reno than for Keith, Tseng loved to complain about his missions in the presence of Keith and Sephiroth.

They all did.

(SHINRA was too cheap to get psychiatrists, although if they pointed Keith in the direction of the President about the matter, Tseng was sure the janitor could get something done about it).

An awkward silence fell upon the three of them, until Reno began to slink towards the door.

"I'll leave you two to talk." It seemed being around Keith, Reno was sharper at understanding the atmosphere.

Once the door shut behind Reno, Tseng turned to Keith.

"Alright, what did you do to that boy?"

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After that day (and a very interesting talk about company policy regarding firearms), Reno got sent to Keith a lot more than Tseng should have allowed him to.

As long as Keith kept Reno's pranks to a minimum, Tseng would turn a blind eye to the two's plots

However, he had to take notice when the pranks were cranked up a notch, mostly targeting the portly scientist, Professor E. Hollander.

The pranks ranged from random calls, rotting vegetables in the vents, stink bombs and the fire sprinklers going off. But when it reached the point of where there were big brown live rats running through the lab, then Tseng had to step in.

"Would any of you two, like to explain why I've heard screaming coming from the laboratories?"

Tseng glared down at the pair, both sitting on the floor in the mens bathroom of the Turk floor, hair and clothes completely soaked, the two were drenched to the bone.

Rounding up the rats had not been fun as someone had programmed a computer to play nothing but rock songs, sending the rats into a violent frenzy. Even when they tried to shut it off, the computer kept playing.

Keith had been called down to try help with the rats, and since people knew he was okay with some tech they hoped he could shut the computer off too. Except Professor Hollander had gotten so fed up with the entire thing, just as Keith and Reno appeared on the scene, the scientist ended up breaking the computer with a fire extinguisher and the sparks caused the sprinklers to go off . . .

The whole room was soaked and the rats ran out into the halls, a female scientist had fainted in the process.

Which lead them to the current situation.

None of the Turks where on the floor as Tseng sent them out to catch the rats as practice (all Turks had problems with catching tiny targets), so there was no one to disturb him from berating the two younger men.

"Um, it was, revenge. Sort of." Reno blurted out, sitting on his knees and his hands itched to get out of his wet clothing, his whole body tense.

Keith was the exact opposite, the ash blonde man was sitting with his legs crossed and reclining against the wall, wringing the water out of his clothes. He casually ran a hand through Reno's hair, completely ignoring Tseng's glare as Keith began to squeeze the water out of Reno's suit, shifting around to face the teen.

Reno was increasing trying to hide behind Keith, shifting on his knees to the point he was halfway behind the taller man. Tseng's eye was starting to twitch, glaring at Keith's side and the slowly withering Reno.

"Relax Tseng, Hollander deserved it."

Keith muttered nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just helped take part in the destruction of month's long research of experimental scientific projects. Not that Hollanders projects actually worked, but still.

He was pretty sure one of the trainee assistants was traumatized by the whole event.

"And what, justifies the pranks you have been playing on Hollander's laboratory for the past week?" Tseng was fighting the urge to grind his teeth, almost biting the inside of his cheek in order to stay calm. Keith could see he was annoyed and sighed, deciding it was easier to explain before the two of them caught their death of cold.

"Look, I stopped by one of Reno's scheduled mako appointments with Hollander, that pig doesn't even try to hide his disgust, and he called Reno a slum rat too. There was no way I couldn't take action after that, that's the reason why Hojo does Reno's mako injections now. Also, it's an absolute pain to clean up his lab every time an experiment causes a mess." Tseng was well aware of the clean up, Keith groaned about it every other month to both him and Sephiroth.

Tseng knew his pain.

Also, none of the Turk department would stand for someone messing with their Junior Turk, so in a way Keith and Reno saved them the trouble. He had no doubt the President would step in if the whole Turk department began to harass the scientist.

"Fine, I'll overlook it for now. Go get some dry clothes on."

Spinning on his heel, Tseng exited the bathroom with the door swinging shut behind him.

However, he did not miss Reno's whispering to Keith.

"Thanks Dad."

Tseng heard Keith scoff, and ruffled Reno's hair.

"Anything for you, brat."

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed, let me know what you thought, and if you have any ideas you want to see, please tell me! I would be happy to try and see what I can do with your prompts! (Gonna go to bed now . . .)

LiulfrLokison out! :3