Chapter Three
"The last confirmed sighting of the group was moving west, toward some amusement park. The Gold Saucer, I think."
"Jet," whined Spike, "We need better information then from some old couple we met in the streets of this burnt shell of a town."
"Dammit, Spike!" roared Jet, "What the hell is wrong with you? All you have been doing ever since we got here was whine, bitch and moan. What the hell is in your boot?!"
Grabbing Jet by the front of his shirt and lifting him off of the ground, Spike seethed, "Look, two months ago, I lost my reason for living. An angel was torn from my hands, after years of searching. Now, we have to come here, to this goddamned planet, to chase some two-bit group of rebels going up against a corporation that is no different then the Syndicate, whose leader is a spitting image of Vicious. I don't him any farther then I could throw him. There are so many holes in my soul, I don't know where the hell to begin. Satisfied?!"
Taking a step back, as Spike slowly released his grip, Jet silently took account of how Spike seemed to be holding up. Being so excited at the thought of finally collecting a decent bounty, he had neglected his partner's well being. As Jet ran his eyes over Spike's form, he noticed Spike was paler than usual, and his shoulders seemed to sag from some insurmountable burden.
"Damn," thought Jet, "He's taking this Julia thing pretty damn hard. Maybe coming here wasn't the hottest of ideas. We can still go back to Rufus and call the whole thing off, but-"
"Jet!" Spike yelled, breaking Jet's train of thought, "Are we goin' or what?"
"You sure you're up to it?"
"Hey, easy come, easy go, right Jet?"
Meanwhile.in an inn up in the clouds.
"We have to sleep in a creepy place like this? Cait, isn't there another way?"
"I'm sorry, Aeris," Cait replied, "There really is no other place."
"Don't worry, Aeris," soothed Cloud, "Nothing will happen tonight."
"I know," Aeris quivered, "I just don't like the feel of this place."
"Geez," thought the tall brunette standing to the side of the conversation, "It's so obvious how she's just throwing herself at him. If I tried that, I'd be laughed at." Her thoughts were cut off as she felt a gigantic hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry," whispered Barret, "She doesn't have him yet." Giving a wane smile, Tifa replied, "I know. But my window of opportunity isn't exactly staying open." "Hey!" called the grizzled pilot, "Are you two gonna stand there jawin' all night? Or are ya gonna get some shut-eye?"
The two Avalanche members made their way up to their rooms, both lost in thought. Barret thinking about his little girl. Tifa, thinking about whether waiting for Cloud was the best thing for her.
Turning the doorknob to his room, Barret soothed, "He won't know what he's missing until you're gone."
"I know," Tifa replied, a tear silently falling, "and that's what's killing me."
"The last confirmed sighting of the group was moving west, toward some amusement park. The Gold Saucer, I think."
"Jet," whined Spike, "We need better information then from some old couple we met in the streets of this burnt shell of a town."
"Dammit, Spike!" roared Jet, "What the hell is wrong with you? All you have been doing ever since we got here was whine, bitch and moan. What the hell is in your boot?!"
Grabbing Jet by the front of his shirt and lifting him off of the ground, Spike seethed, "Look, two months ago, I lost my reason for living. An angel was torn from my hands, after years of searching. Now, we have to come here, to this goddamned planet, to chase some two-bit group of rebels going up against a corporation that is no different then the Syndicate, whose leader is a spitting image of Vicious. I don't him any farther then I could throw him. There are so many holes in my soul, I don't know where the hell to begin. Satisfied?!"
Taking a step back, as Spike slowly released his grip, Jet silently took account of how Spike seemed to be holding up. Being so excited at the thought of finally collecting a decent bounty, he had neglected his partner's well being. As Jet ran his eyes over Spike's form, he noticed Spike was paler than usual, and his shoulders seemed to sag from some insurmountable burden.
"Damn," thought Jet, "He's taking this Julia thing pretty damn hard. Maybe coming here wasn't the hottest of ideas. We can still go back to Rufus and call the whole thing off, but-"
"Jet!" Spike yelled, breaking Jet's train of thought, "Are we goin' or what?"
"You sure you're up to it?"
"Hey, easy come, easy go, right Jet?"
Meanwhile.in an inn up in the clouds.
"We have to sleep in a creepy place like this? Cait, isn't there another way?"
"I'm sorry, Aeris," Cait replied, "There really is no other place."
"Don't worry, Aeris," soothed Cloud, "Nothing will happen tonight."
"I know," Aeris quivered, "I just don't like the feel of this place."
"Geez," thought the tall brunette standing to the side of the conversation, "It's so obvious how she's just throwing herself at him. If I tried that, I'd be laughed at." Her thoughts were cut off as she felt a gigantic hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry," whispered Barret, "She doesn't have him yet." Giving a wane smile, Tifa replied, "I know. But my window of opportunity isn't exactly staying open." "Hey!" called the grizzled pilot, "Are you two gonna stand there jawin' all night? Or are ya gonna get some shut-eye?"
The two Avalanche members made their way up to their rooms, both lost in thought. Barret thinking about his little girl. Tifa, thinking about whether waiting for Cloud was the best thing for her.
Turning the doorknob to his room, Barret soothed, "He won't know what he's missing until you're gone."
"I know," Tifa replied, a tear silently falling, "and that's what's killing me."