Cloud was alive. She had pushed her thoughts of him down to the place the rest of her concerns were sent to, not forgotten but most certainly not remembered.
It started as her simply escaping Reno's impertinent (... are they ever anything else...) presumptions but turned into an Avalanche reunion of sorts, except that reunions are supposed to be happy and none of them cared much for happiness anymore. There were, however, waves and even words reminiscent of the days aboard the Tiny Bronco.
Reeve ordered this meeting outside Sector Six, calling together his most capable Leaders. The collapse did more than send a redheaded Turk to the infirmary; it gave the Recovery the first clear route to the Shinra Building.
"Survivors?" Tifa asked; she wasn't called to the meeting but they were not going to kick her out, either. Old loyalties.
"We don't know." Cloud replied, while Reeve gave urgent orders into his PHS. "No one's gone in, yet. Reeve wants this well-planned out, in case..." He shrugged in conclusion.
Tifa waited a full beat before leaning forward and asking impatiently, "In case, what?" No Leader ever left sentences hanging like that.
"In case Hojo's pets escaped." Tifa let out a little cry of surprise (...twice in one day...) as she turned abruptly to face Vincent, who had moved directly behind her.
"And I would rather not have my men join the killed tally," Reeve rejoined the
conversation, while trying to slip the PHS into his jacket pocket. "Avalanche, as a team, is still more than capable of handling his creations. If there are any. The upper floors of the Office, in particular, were hit hard by Diamond Weapon and Meteor, making it possible the entire lab was blown away." His PHS rang again just as it finally slipped into the worn jacket, and he turned and answered it, no apology needed.
"I'm going with you." Tifa would brook no opposition.
They gave none. "Then," Reeve continued, again pocketing his phone, "Let's go."
(... "Move out!"...)
The group made a night march to the Shinra building, and the rain started when the dawn light should have been reflecting off the tower. It was a northerly storm; the rains which had been a drizzle over Junon built into towering clouds over the mountains. It made for uncomfortable travel as well as even more uncomfortable decisions.
Common sense said they should turn around. It was cold. It was wet. It was dark. They were tired. Not good combinations in any circumstances. Carelessness, which had been prevailing of late, flourished in such conditions - not to mention the simple mistakes that could occur in unfamiliar and, perhaps, unstable territory.
For the first time in nine weeks and six days, common sense lost out.
Cloud's Team entered the Shinra building directly at the main entrance. Once inside, they were to split up - half searching the main floors for survivors and half going into the basement to see if there was any hope of using temporary generators to power the building.
Tifa waited patiently for Red and Vincent to join her. Reeve reluctantly agreed to send them up the side entrance to see if there was any possibility of establishing a helipad on the upper floors. They had tried at the beginning of the Recovery, but no one could get close enough to clear the debris, and the heliplane was soon moved elsewhere to help carry critical survivors to the Medic tents.
It was noisy. That was the first thing Tifa noticed as she ran up the flights of stairs, the complete fusion of sounds. Wind and thunder intertwined with their footsteps echoing off the shattered walls and the everpresent sound of rain drumming against the outside.
She opted to take up the rear, preferring Vincent's red cloak floating inches in front of her face rather than worrying about slowing up the two behind her - not that she would, but the thought was more than she wanted to deal with, right then.
Red, at any rate, set a good pace and a rhythm established itself. Left. Right. Left. Turn the corner. Jump over debris. Right. Left. Duck under a collapse. Ri -
Tifa's vision turned blood red as she slammed into Vincent's back, and she nearly sent him flying over Red into the fissure that now existed where some of the stairs should have been.
It appeared Meteor had taken a fairly significant chunk out of the stairway at this point, which left the team with a slight obstruction: a seven foot jump up to the other half of the stairs or a twenty foot drop to the lower level.
Leaning over the railing, Tifa could see the last four or five sets of stairs separating them from the main Building. Red and Vincent stood off to the side observing so Tifa slipped back a few steps and took off at a full sprint, ready to make the jump. A gold claw snaked around her arm, clamping it tightly and pulling her back from the edge. She rubbed her now strained arm and glared up at her tall partner.
"Wait."
Red turned his good eye towards Tifa and gruffly clarified, "The fissure runs a good length through the supports for this stairway. The hole," he directed his head down, "was just the starting point."
"But, this all has stood since Meteor, why now?"
The rain was pouring down on her through the gap, cascading down her face as she asked the question. Her eyes widened as the answer hit her,
"The storm! This is no go, guys, pull out." Tifa whipped out her PHS to warn Cloud's Team. They could feel it then, tremors only a few minutes ago they would have ignored as result of the violent winds outside.
(...damndamndamn...) Tifa slammed the handset shut, "Up! Quickly!" She sailed
across the opening, feeling the ledge crumble away as the other two landed and
scrambled up on all fours, water dripping into her eyes and blurring her vision. Her breathing and the sound of her Team pounding against the steps was all she heard (...was willing to hear...). Tifa swore that if she survived she'd quit and swim in that damned salt water.
The door came in sight, but Tifa wondered if they would reach the final ledge only to have the entire Building fall away beneath them. Vincent crashed through the door, the sound echoing through the deserted hallways of the Shinra Building, where the tremors and storm seemed distant and unreal. The team watched with exhausted horror as the stairway, a recent addition to the Office, crumbled under the dark storm.
Tifa, for one, couldn't hear above her own breathing and choked out between ragged gasps, "Heli-pad. Top. Floor." The others nodded their agreement, but only began to slowly examine their surroundings. Tifa interpreted the action as a show of pity. She squared her shoulders, Leader stride coming back in full force, and led the way to the stairway, stepping over the bodies of guards, who were once unwilling to leave (...or ordered to stay...) despite everything. Their deaths were anything but peaceful; faces contorted into mixtures of horror and surprise, and the blood was everywhere, stark against the white floors, the white faces.
"Guys," Tifa's voice cracked but the sound of it still made the others start slightly before she turned to face them, "something's wrong."
She saw the wave of frustration pass across Vincent's usually impenetrable face and felt instantly ashamed of her own reluctance, likely borne from the same weakness that had her removed as Leader.
Vincent stopped just short of speaking, and the three team members stood, a triangle in the middle of an empty hallway, and listened. The storm was not nearly so loud, here, but water was dripping on the floors above, pattering against the ceiling. Red sniffed the air once, and finally spoke hesitantly, "I... think you're right -"
All three whipped their heads to the side, as an angry roar erupted from the hall they'd just left. And, then, all hell broke loose.
Eyes aflame with their own brand of hellfire, ghoulish beasts flooded the previously deserted halls; their voices the piercing shrieks of wraiths and banshees.
Her Team was trapped in a graveyard, sixty floors aboveground.
Red, the mind-numbing shock almost immediately overcome, sprinted towards the Office stairs with Tifa on his heels and Vincent covering her from behind. Her PHS was in hand as she screamed into the receiver, begging for directions or help that was impossible to get. Vincent's Death Penalty rang out through the hallway, but scored few hits as they again flew up stairways, feeling the cold breath around them, always. The ghosts came from anywhere, through anything, and Red's eyes were filled with his own blood.
Tifa cast a light cure on instinct before realizing her Medic band was still equipped from her earlier encounter with Reno. Vincent and Red noticed, also, and their tactics changed from killing ghosts to sheltering the girl between them. Their one hope for survival was on the wrist of the tiny ex-Leader of Sector Four. She cast healing magic on anything that came too close, her voice chanting a continuous strain to try to compete with the onslaught.
Exhaustion was kicking in, and Tifa skidded around a staircase, slamming her shoulder painfully into the wall. She threw Vincent the handset, which provided enough of a distraction to allow one of the phantoms to tear a thin gash down her back before she could turn and destroy it. Near limping and in agony, she
tried to distance herself from the pain and reality of their situation. Vincent's voice hummed in the background as he worked to get help from the main team, pausing to fire random shots that were barely effectual.
A door flew apart, flattening Red against the wall. The lion-like creature released a deep growl and fought through the beings with a fury mixed with desperation. Tifa bolted through the open passage and saw a chance as she crossed the lobby beneath the President's former office. Red and Vincent were at her heels, or so she thought until she was sent flying forward onto the staircase railing. A ghostly spear hovered above her and was near imbedded in her chest before it exploded in a flash of light. Vincent was feverishly flinging potions released from Red's broken pack to clear the phantoms
encircling Tifa.
"Red and I," Vincent spoke - not shouting, but so intensely that he did not need to - as he pulled Tifa to her feet and half dragged her up the steps, "will clear a landing. You must cover us."
There was no room for argument as they reached the President's office, or what was left of it. The balcony was gone completely, and entire sections of the room had caved in or fallen off, leaving no room to catch a heliplane.
Tifa turned at the top of the stairs and began casting at anything that came up after them. Her voice was hoarse and her eyes glazing over - all symptoms of materia exhaustion, which she had been so careless about yesterday and was now praying didn't kill her and her friends -
She felt the chill before it sent her flying across the room and nearly out a gaping window. The ghost-demon was massive, a monster straight out of Hojo's dreams, and it meant to kill her and anything else that disturbed its penance on Earth. Of that, Tifa was certain.
A cure spell fell incoherently from her lips as she raised her head to look Death on as it approached slowly, laboriously to give her the keys to that sweet oblivion. Her hand brushed something, cold and metallic as she tried to shakily stand. She stared down dumbly at a pocket watch (...it was expensive once...) and a hand partially exposed beneath the rubble, which could only belong to the young Shinra President.
The face of the watch was shattered, and the hands a frozen monument to a moment in time. She traced the timepiece with a finger and, for a second, wanted that to be the last feeling of her existence. Clarity. Nostalgia.
Understanding.
(... he was... blue eyes, so strong... calling out... to me.)
Eyes wide, Tifa felt time and reality intrude again, her mind frantically working on a last ditch escape, driven from a sudden, desperate need to survive. Her body, though, resisted the thought of trying to cast a draining but impossibly inaccurate life spell.
(... 'Time is for living'...)
The demon shoved aside the desk, with a horrific noise sure to bring Vincent and Red, though likely too late, and destroyed Tifa's only shelter and her last bid for time.
(...Tifa...)
The answer was obvious (... kill bad guy, save friends...) and Tifa hesitated only long enough to draw herself to a sitting position before summoning. In the event of a supernatural enemy cast Cure, if all else fails -
Cast Fire.
Phoenix burst forth before her hands; the powerful healing materia worthless in the Medic tents was kept around just in case there was a way to harness it. Nothing could be more impossible, though, harnessing the creature of light and flame, a testament to rebirth.
Tifa, hair fanning behind her, eyes glowing an ember-red, looked like a fallen angel to Vincent and Red, who were at last ready to get her on the waiting heliplane. A beautiful, tragic angel kneeling triumphant before an evil fading into the darkness.
The fire died and Phoenix returned to the world it was called from, but Tifa remained kneeling. Her blazing eyes were merely reflections off a glazed, empty stare, with shadows around them that threatened to envelop her entire face, and her body shuddered under the aftereffects of casting. Vincent nearly made it to Tifa's side before she collapsed, breathing shallow and skin taking its own ghostly shade. He fumbled with the clasp on her Medic band, aware that Red was shouting, that he could barely see straight from blood loss, and that the flesh on the back of his neck was rising from a sudden chill.
He turned sharply, blasting everything nearby with white magic, while his good hand, slick with sweat, barely rested inside the armor. In a fluid movement, Vincent picked up the comatose girl and ran furiously towards their makeshift boarding area. Red could no longer wait and took the jump onto the hazardously close chopper. Vincent did not pause; it was as though he was still running though the floor was no longer beneath him. His tarnished claw grabbed hold of a rung on the ladder and so he dangled, more worried about chanting spells for Tifa than climbing as the rain sprayed his face and the wind whipped what was left of his cloak into the dark night.
Author's Notes: And this is how it all started. I had this idea for a Recovery and a graveyard Shinra Building for a long time and this scene was how I began. Originally, it was my solution to the age-old questions: "How do I resurrect Rufus Shinra?" and then "How do I pair him up with Tifa?" Next thing I knew, I was writing a dark Tifa/Reno (mostly Tifa). *shrug* Who'd have thought? :) I almost deleted the scene and reworked the ending, but in the end, I was
selfish and decided I wanted it to stay.
I know, I know it's been five months. I actually had two people remind me of that within a few days of each other. I thought it was a sign. (Thanks guys, I didn't e-mail you but I was completely dumbfounded by the reviews after so long). Someone thought it was cute to take my disk, with this story and some other documents, and put a magnet to it and I didn't have the patience to rewrite it. However, I also owe soda_cola_pop an ending since she's the other reason I started writing. Go find her works and leave some nice reviews. You'll be grateful - she's an amazing girl. :)
So, yes, TtT is _finished_ and I'll probably be posting the final two chapters this week before I go back to school ~ Tiy
It started as her simply escaping Reno's impertinent (... are they ever anything else...) presumptions but turned into an Avalanche reunion of sorts, except that reunions are supposed to be happy and none of them cared much for happiness anymore. There were, however, waves and even words reminiscent of the days aboard the Tiny Bronco.
Reeve ordered this meeting outside Sector Six, calling together his most capable Leaders. The collapse did more than send a redheaded Turk to the infirmary; it gave the Recovery the first clear route to the Shinra Building.
"Survivors?" Tifa asked; she wasn't called to the meeting but they were not going to kick her out, either. Old loyalties.
"We don't know." Cloud replied, while Reeve gave urgent orders into his PHS. "No one's gone in, yet. Reeve wants this well-planned out, in case..." He shrugged in conclusion.
Tifa waited a full beat before leaning forward and asking impatiently, "In case, what?" No Leader ever left sentences hanging like that.
"In case Hojo's pets escaped." Tifa let out a little cry of surprise (...twice in one day...) as she turned abruptly to face Vincent, who had moved directly behind her.
"And I would rather not have my men join the killed tally," Reeve rejoined the
conversation, while trying to slip the PHS into his jacket pocket. "Avalanche, as a team, is still more than capable of handling his creations. If there are any. The upper floors of the Office, in particular, were hit hard by Diamond Weapon and Meteor, making it possible the entire lab was blown away." His PHS rang again just as it finally slipped into the worn jacket, and he turned and answered it, no apology needed.
"I'm going with you." Tifa would brook no opposition.
They gave none. "Then," Reeve continued, again pocketing his phone, "Let's go."
(... "Move out!"...)
The group made a night march to the Shinra building, and the rain started when the dawn light should have been reflecting off the tower. It was a northerly storm; the rains which had been a drizzle over Junon built into towering clouds over the mountains. It made for uncomfortable travel as well as even more uncomfortable decisions.
Common sense said they should turn around. It was cold. It was wet. It was dark. They were tired. Not good combinations in any circumstances. Carelessness, which had been prevailing of late, flourished in such conditions - not to mention the simple mistakes that could occur in unfamiliar and, perhaps, unstable territory.
For the first time in nine weeks and six days, common sense lost out.
Cloud's Team entered the Shinra building directly at the main entrance. Once inside, they were to split up - half searching the main floors for survivors and half going into the basement to see if there was any hope of using temporary generators to power the building.
Tifa waited patiently for Red and Vincent to join her. Reeve reluctantly agreed to send them up the side entrance to see if there was any possibility of establishing a helipad on the upper floors. They had tried at the beginning of the Recovery, but no one could get close enough to clear the debris, and the heliplane was soon moved elsewhere to help carry critical survivors to the Medic tents.
It was noisy. That was the first thing Tifa noticed as she ran up the flights of stairs, the complete fusion of sounds. Wind and thunder intertwined with their footsteps echoing off the shattered walls and the everpresent sound of rain drumming against the outside.
She opted to take up the rear, preferring Vincent's red cloak floating inches in front of her face rather than worrying about slowing up the two behind her - not that she would, but the thought was more than she wanted to deal with, right then.
Red, at any rate, set a good pace and a rhythm established itself. Left. Right. Left. Turn the corner. Jump over debris. Right. Left. Duck under a collapse. Ri -
Tifa's vision turned blood red as she slammed into Vincent's back, and she nearly sent him flying over Red into the fissure that now existed where some of the stairs should have been.
It appeared Meteor had taken a fairly significant chunk out of the stairway at this point, which left the team with a slight obstruction: a seven foot jump up to the other half of the stairs or a twenty foot drop to the lower level.
Leaning over the railing, Tifa could see the last four or five sets of stairs separating them from the main Building. Red and Vincent stood off to the side observing so Tifa slipped back a few steps and took off at a full sprint, ready to make the jump. A gold claw snaked around her arm, clamping it tightly and pulling her back from the edge. She rubbed her now strained arm and glared up at her tall partner.
"Wait."
Red turned his good eye towards Tifa and gruffly clarified, "The fissure runs a good length through the supports for this stairway. The hole," he directed his head down, "was just the starting point."
"But, this all has stood since Meteor, why now?"
The rain was pouring down on her through the gap, cascading down her face as she asked the question. Her eyes widened as the answer hit her,
"The storm! This is no go, guys, pull out." Tifa whipped out her PHS to warn Cloud's Team. They could feel it then, tremors only a few minutes ago they would have ignored as result of the violent winds outside.
(...damndamndamn...) Tifa slammed the handset shut, "Up! Quickly!" She sailed
across the opening, feeling the ledge crumble away as the other two landed and
scrambled up on all fours, water dripping into her eyes and blurring her vision. Her breathing and the sound of her Team pounding against the steps was all she heard (...was willing to hear...). Tifa swore that if she survived she'd quit and swim in that damned salt water.
The door came in sight, but Tifa wondered if they would reach the final ledge only to have the entire Building fall away beneath them. Vincent crashed through the door, the sound echoing through the deserted hallways of the Shinra Building, where the tremors and storm seemed distant and unreal. The team watched with exhausted horror as the stairway, a recent addition to the Office, crumbled under the dark storm.
Tifa, for one, couldn't hear above her own breathing and choked out between ragged gasps, "Heli-pad. Top. Floor." The others nodded their agreement, but only began to slowly examine their surroundings. Tifa interpreted the action as a show of pity. She squared her shoulders, Leader stride coming back in full force, and led the way to the stairway, stepping over the bodies of guards, who were once unwilling to leave (...or ordered to stay...) despite everything. Their deaths were anything but peaceful; faces contorted into mixtures of horror and surprise, and the blood was everywhere, stark against the white floors, the white faces.
"Guys," Tifa's voice cracked but the sound of it still made the others start slightly before she turned to face them, "something's wrong."
She saw the wave of frustration pass across Vincent's usually impenetrable face and felt instantly ashamed of her own reluctance, likely borne from the same weakness that had her removed as Leader.
Vincent stopped just short of speaking, and the three team members stood, a triangle in the middle of an empty hallway, and listened. The storm was not nearly so loud, here, but water was dripping on the floors above, pattering against the ceiling. Red sniffed the air once, and finally spoke hesitantly, "I... think you're right -"
All three whipped their heads to the side, as an angry roar erupted from the hall they'd just left. And, then, all hell broke loose.
Eyes aflame with their own brand of hellfire, ghoulish beasts flooded the previously deserted halls; their voices the piercing shrieks of wraiths and banshees.
Her Team was trapped in a graveyard, sixty floors aboveground.
Red, the mind-numbing shock almost immediately overcome, sprinted towards the Office stairs with Tifa on his heels and Vincent covering her from behind. Her PHS was in hand as she screamed into the receiver, begging for directions or help that was impossible to get. Vincent's Death Penalty rang out through the hallway, but scored few hits as they again flew up stairways, feeling the cold breath around them, always. The ghosts came from anywhere, through anything, and Red's eyes were filled with his own blood.
Tifa cast a light cure on instinct before realizing her Medic band was still equipped from her earlier encounter with Reno. Vincent and Red noticed, also, and their tactics changed from killing ghosts to sheltering the girl between them. Their one hope for survival was on the wrist of the tiny ex-Leader of Sector Four. She cast healing magic on anything that came too close, her voice chanting a continuous strain to try to compete with the onslaught.
Exhaustion was kicking in, and Tifa skidded around a staircase, slamming her shoulder painfully into the wall. She threw Vincent the handset, which provided enough of a distraction to allow one of the phantoms to tear a thin gash down her back before she could turn and destroy it. Near limping and in agony, she
tried to distance herself from the pain and reality of their situation. Vincent's voice hummed in the background as he worked to get help from the main team, pausing to fire random shots that were barely effectual.
A door flew apart, flattening Red against the wall. The lion-like creature released a deep growl and fought through the beings with a fury mixed with desperation. Tifa bolted through the open passage and saw a chance as she crossed the lobby beneath the President's former office. Red and Vincent were at her heels, or so she thought until she was sent flying forward onto the staircase railing. A ghostly spear hovered above her and was near imbedded in her chest before it exploded in a flash of light. Vincent was feverishly flinging potions released from Red's broken pack to clear the phantoms
encircling Tifa.
"Red and I," Vincent spoke - not shouting, but so intensely that he did not need to - as he pulled Tifa to her feet and half dragged her up the steps, "will clear a landing. You must cover us."
There was no room for argument as they reached the President's office, or what was left of it. The balcony was gone completely, and entire sections of the room had caved in or fallen off, leaving no room to catch a heliplane.
Tifa turned at the top of the stairs and began casting at anything that came up after them. Her voice was hoarse and her eyes glazing over - all symptoms of materia exhaustion, which she had been so careless about yesterday and was now praying didn't kill her and her friends -
She felt the chill before it sent her flying across the room and nearly out a gaping window. The ghost-demon was massive, a monster straight out of Hojo's dreams, and it meant to kill her and anything else that disturbed its penance on Earth. Of that, Tifa was certain.
A cure spell fell incoherently from her lips as she raised her head to look Death on as it approached slowly, laboriously to give her the keys to that sweet oblivion. Her hand brushed something, cold and metallic as she tried to shakily stand. She stared down dumbly at a pocket watch (...it was expensive once...) and a hand partially exposed beneath the rubble, which could only belong to the young Shinra President.
The face of the watch was shattered, and the hands a frozen monument to a moment in time. She traced the timepiece with a finger and, for a second, wanted that to be the last feeling of her existence. Clarity. Nostalgia.
Understanding.
(... he was... blue eyes, so strong... calling out... to me.)
Eyes wide, Tifa felt time and reality intrude again, her mind frantically working on a last ditch escape, driven from a sudden, desperate need to survive. Her body, though, resisted the thought of trying to cast a draining but impossibly inaccurate life spell.
(... 'Time is for living'...)
The demon shoved aside the desk, with a horrific noise sure to bring Vincent and Red, though likely too late, and destroyed Tifa's only shelter and her last bid for time.
(...Tifa...)
The answer was obvious (... kill bad guy, save friends...) and Tifa hesitated only long enough to draw herself to a sitting position before summoning. In the event of a supernatural enemy cast Cure, if all else fails -
Cast Fire.
Phoenix burst forth before her hands; the powerful healing materia worthless in the Medic tents was kept around just in case there was a way to harness it. Nothing could be more impossible, though, harnessing the creature of light and flame, a testament to rebirth.
Tifa, hair fanning behind her, eyes glowing an ember-red, looked like a fallen angel to Vincent and Red, who were at last ready to get her on the waiting heliplane. A beautiful, tragic angel kneeling triumphant before an evil fading into the darkness.
The fire died and Phoenix returned to the world it was called from, but Tifa remained kneeling. Her blazing eyes were merely reflections off a glazed, empty stare, with shadows around them that threatened to envelop her entire face, and her body shuddered under the aftereffects of casting. Vincent nearly made it to Tifa's side before she collapsed, breathing shallow and skin taking its own ghostly shade. He fumbled with the clasp on her Medic band, aware that Red was shouting, that he could barely see straight from blood loss, and that the flesh on the back of his neck was rising from a sudden chill.
He turned sharply, blasting everything nearby with white magic, while his good hand, slick with sweat, barely rested inside the armor. In a fluid movement, Vincent picked up the comatose girl and ran furiously towards their makeshift boarding area. Red could no longer wait and took the jump onto the hazardously close chopper. Vincent did not pause; it was as though he was still running though the floor was no longer beneath him. His tarnished claw grabbed hold of a rung on the ladder and so he dangled, more worried about chanting spells for Tifa than climbing as the rain sprayed his face and the wind whipped what was left of his cloak into the dark night.
Author's Notes: And this is how it all started. I had this idea for a Recovery and a graveyard Shinra Building for a long time and this scene was how I began. Originally, it was my solution to the age-old questions: "How do I resurrect Rufus Shinra?" and then "How do I pair him up with Tifa?" Next thing I knew, I was writing a dark Tifa/Reno (mostly Tifa). *shrug* Who'd have thought? :) I almost deleted the scene and reworked the ending, but in the end, I was
selfish and decided I wanted it to stay.
I know, I know it's been five months. I actually had two people remind me of that within a few days of each other. I thought it was a sign. (Thanks guys, I didn't e-mail you but I was completely dumbfounded by the reviews after so long). Someone thought it was cute to take my disk, with this story and some other documents, and put a magnet to it and I didn't have the patience to rewrite it. However, I also owe soda_cola_pop an ending since she's the other reason I started writing. Go find her works and leave some nice reviews. You'll be grateful - she's an amazing girl. :)
So, yes, TtT is _finished_ and I'll probably be posting the final two chapters this week before I go back to school ~ Tiy