A/N: Quick updates eh? If I don't get at least five reviews on this chapter (c'mon its a turning point!) I will assume you *sniff* hate me *sniff* and refuse to continue! Because I'm just that vengeful!
P.S. ** are Seifer's thoughts (don't worry only Quisty and Seifer can think in this story otherwise it's too confusing!) Quisty's thought dealies are ~~
A/n (again): Ok I'm seriously making an attempt to turn this in an unexpected direction here! Chapter 2 was just a filler and now if you're reading this I've decided where this is going. *sigh* Finally, poor Queifer writers how does it not come out cliché? Tell me if you think it still is.


~Chapter 3~ We last left Quistis passed out on the floor of Cid's office...


Quistis woke up in the infirmary. First she glanced around a few times, frowning intensely, trying to figure out how she got there. When it hit her, she sunk back into her pillow and groaned.


"DAMMIT!" She punched the wall behind her and was a bit surprised to feel her fist sink into the drywall. When she pulled her hand back it was red and covered in chips of paint, dust from the drywall, and a little fuzzy pink bit of insulation was stuck under her fingernail. A voice startled her from her amazement in staring at her hand.


"That'll probably come out of your salary, my dear teacher." Seifer smiled at her. Quistis did a double take. Was that a smile on his face?! But when she looked again, it had melted into his trademark smirk. She shook her head a bit.


~I must be seeing things. ~


"Since when have I ever been dear to you, Seifer?" she snapped with a biting sarcasm lacing her words. Lack of use hadn't dulled her knack for sarcasm. She didn't use it amongst her friends, but with Seifer's return, it all came flooding back.


"No need to be such a bitch Quistis, I just came up to say hello." *And to make sure you didn't have a heart attack on top of passing out...*


Quistis bit the inside of her cheek at the casual use of her name, but then what else was he supposed to call her? She wasn't an instructor anymore, and it's not like he could call her 'Tutor'. She laughed a bit at the thought, surprising Seifer.


"You should laugh more often. Pretty soon you're going to have a line dividing your face in half from frowning." She glared at him.


"I think you've said a sufficient hello, Seifer. You can go annoy the rest of the population now." She made a be gone gesture with her hand, and started reading a book as if he had already left. She knew exactly how much he hated being ignored, and was hoping if she pretended he wasn't there, he would leave.


He sat there for a few minutes in silence, staring at her. Finally he spoke, but his voice wasn't sarcastic, just defeated. The voice of a soul no one had ever bothered to care for.


"Well, I guess I'll see you in the library tomorrow. Cid says be there at eight to start. Bye.... Quisty." He got up and left her room leaving Quistis looking confusedly after him. Not even her closest friends called her Quisty anymore...


But then Dr. Kadowaki walked in, snapping Quistis out of her reverie. She looked at the wall and raised an eyebrow, but just handed her a glass of water and let her go, telling her to rest a while in her dorm.


***The next day, bright and early***


She woke up with a groan, touching her still throbbing head gently. She winced and dragged herself out of bed, her head screaming at her to lie down. After a hot shower she felt a bit better, and the pain was tolerable. Taking a few aspirin, Quistis attempted putting her hair in it's usual style, but the moment her head felt the pressure of the clip against her skull, her nerves went haywire. Blue streaked pain shot down her neck, and her eyes felt light sensitive suddenly. Alright, alright no clip. Anything to keep that bloody pain from coming back.


On the way to the library, Quistis struggled to come up with excuses to transfer Seifer from her care to Xu's. Maybe she could blame her headaches on him. Some psychological association junk would get him off her back. Thank Hyne she spent only three hours a day with him. Only. Felt like forever already and she hadn't even started. She sat down beside an early and apparently eager-to-learn Seifer, and opened a book.


The words blurred on the page, and Quistis put her glasses on, trying hard to focus. When she looked up at Seifer, though, he was just gaping at her.


"What?" She sighed impatiently.


"Umm...nothing, just never really saw your hair down before." He trailed off uncertainly. "Anyway what are we doing today?"


"We...we're...oh for Hyne's sake you're smart enough teach your damn self!" Quistis stormed out of the library, suddenly too sick of everyone and everything in the whole damn Garden. ~If I have to serve as please-do-dump-it-on-me Quistis Trepe, then screw it, screw them, screw it all. ~ Leaving behind a bewildered Seifer, she stomped up to her dorm.


Sick of SeeD, sick of Garden, and most of all sick of Seifer Almasy showing up everywhere lately, Quistis was enraged. It wasn't her damn problem anymore, she would make sure of that. Packing her few possessions and her whip, she stormed to Cid's office holding only that and a suitcase. Flipping him the finger, ~Let actions speak louder than words~ she went down the stairs. When she finally got the hell out of that place, she called wildly into the street.


"TAXI!" What the taxi driver thought of the messy, presumably insane blonde girl waving him down in the street Quistis didn't know or care. She just hopped in and blurted out the name of the first place that popped into mind.


"Fisherman's Horizon and step on it."







Review or die!!!!! Well I have read almost every Queifer on FF, and if I say so myself, I don't think Quisty's ever gone to FH before post leaving Garden. And certainly not after flipping Cid the bird (old coot deserves it!) Hurrah! An original Queifer may yet be at hand! Five reviews to continue. ~JELLO~