"You want to put him in MY tent!?" Quistis yelled at Squall hand on hips. She had just helped Irvine carry Seifer all the way to their little encampment. Finally other people had started putting their tents up. They were having no problem with it at all, another thing to ass to Quistis' annoyance. Now she stood in front of Squall her blue eyes crackling with the fire of her anger. Seifer lay on the ground a few feet behind the two of them, Selphie kneeling next to him working her healing magic. Squall crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
"Well he isn't going in mine. There's no way he's bunking with Rinoa and Selphie. So that leaves Irvine and Zell's tent, or yours" Squall said logically.
"What's wrong with putting him with Irvine and Zell?" Quistis asked motioning over to the near by Irvine and Squall.
"We want him to recover, not get into a fight with Zell every ten minutes" Squall said.
"HE AINT GOIN' IN MY TENT" Zell yelled over to them confirming Squall's statement. Quistis groaned rubbing her face a bit. She could move into Rinoa and Selphie's tent. But she had spent all day putting up this tent and she wasn't ready to give that up yet.
"What you don't want to share a room with me Instructor?" Seifer's cold voice asked from behind the arguing pair. He walked up to them carrying his trench coat. He was shirtless, with white bandages soaked with blood wrapped around his middle.
"Not really, this was supposed to be our vacation" Quistis said truthfully.
"Well fine then, I'll just go sleep in a ditch!" Seifer exclaimed his green eyes hard as the emeralds they resembled.
"You will not!" Selphie exclaimed walking up. She pointed her finger at Seifer donning a most disciplinary face.
"Healing magic doesn't cure everything, You need bed rest for a few days if you want to get truly better" Selphie said.
"Tell that to the Queen here" Seifer said motioning to Quistis. Selphie looked at her giving her the wide-eyed brown puppy dog look.
"Fine, sleep in my tent. Whatever.." Quistis said throwing her hands up in the air before storming off. She stomped up a near by hill in the wheat field and plopped down her back to all of them. She pulled a stalk of wheat out of the ground and began to tear it apart.
"You can imagine it's his head all you want, It'll never be true though" Irvine drawled as he sat down next to her. He casually leaned back on his elbows crossing his long legs out in front of him.
"I hate that man, so much" Quistis growled.
"I know, darlin', but he is one of us" Irvine countered.
"Yeah, it's strange how willing we are to take him back" Quistis said.
"Forgive and forget, we did it with Matron. Seifer is just the same" Irvine replied.
"I can't believe they put him in MY tent!" Quistis exclaimed throwing away the leftovers of the wheat stalk. Irvine laughed shaking his head a bit, before going back to peer up at her from under his hat.
"You'll do fine with him, you always have. After all you were his Instructor" Irvine said.
"Obviously I didn't handle him that well, since he failed the field exam three times" Quistis sighed while speaking, hating to think of the memories.
"Hey" Irvine said taking her hand into his, "That was your fault, that was all Seifer Almasy's doing and you know it"
"Your right" she said smiling a bit.
"Of course I am" Irvine said giving her a half smile. He squeezed her hand and looked like he was about to kiss her again.
"I better go to bed, thanks Irvine" she said daringly planting a small kiss on kiss cheek before flitting away. Irvine smiled contentedly looking up at the stars for a moment before wandering back down to camp.
Seifer was all ready in her tent when she arrived, laying on a bedroll someone had obviously laid down for him. He wasn't asleep instead he was staring at the tent wall. His Hyperion lay close by him, a pile of cloths gathered at his feet. She entered wordlessly and sat down gracefully to begin taking her tall boots off.
"Don't worry I won't try and make any trouble" Seifer said quietly his back still to her.
"You not make trouble? That would be amazing" Quistis said wiggling her toes now that they were free of the leather prison. He ignored her comment with a shrug of his shoulders
"So you and Irvine a couple now?" Seifer asked a touch of bitterness lingering in his voice.
"No, and I don't see where that is any of your business" Quistis replied coolly. Seifer rolled over to look at her propping his head up on one bare arm. The blanket fell away revealing his rolling muscular chest above his bandaged stomach. Her mouth suddenly turned dry as she ripped her eyes from the sight.
"What, can't a guy wonder about his former Instructor?" he asked dawning that ever present cocky grin that never failed to annoy the hell out of her.
"Just go to sleep, Seifer" she snapped sliding under into her sleeping bag. She prayed to Hyne that he would just leave her alone, and let her get some sleep. That was all she wanted.
"Can't sleep" he said cutting into her thoughts. She groaned and rolled her eyes yet again. She always seemed to be doing that around Seifer.
"Ok fine, I'll bite. Why not?" she said staring up at the ceiling of the tent.
"Could be that I'm sleeping in a tent with such a charming woman" Seifer said voice dripping with scorn.
"Can't you just be nice?"
"Nice?" Seifer spat his face twisting up into a grimace.
"Yeah, you know not being annoying?"
"Sure, when I want to be" he replied nonchalantly.
"And let me guess, this is not one of those times"
"Of course its not, I could never pass up the chance to drive you crazy, QUISTY" he emphasized her childhood name voice full of sarcasm.
"Fuck you, Seify" she said surprising even herself by cussing. He laughed out loud tossing his pillow over at her. She sounded a muffled groan when it hit her full on in the face. Quistis growled and rolled over slamming it into his face.
"Oh that's it" he said a devilish grin spreading across his face. He pounced her sleeping bag and all wiggling his fingers along her sides. She started laughing uncontrollably, how she hated being ticklish.
"Stop that Seify!!!" she exclaimed whapping him with the pillow again. He laughed shrugging it off continuing his relentless attack.
Them wrestling and playing brought back old memories. Old memories of better times when they were kids and things were black and white. When there were no gray areas of about. Their days were filled with sandy beaches and bedtime stories. Before Seifer had betrayed them all, and Squall had saved the world. Things had changed so much since then.
Quistis grinned suddenly licking her finger and jamming it into his ear. He yelled standing up the sleeping bag pooling at his feet. She looked up at him, wearing only his black leather pants, his chiseled chest gleaming in the gray dullness of the tent. That grin appeared on his face again as he suddenly lurched removing the main support of the tent. The gray fabric came toppling down around them.
"SEIFER! not the tent!" Quistis screamed into the night. Seifer's laugher could be heard through the muffled fabric.
A/N: Well I was trying to be sortta humorus with this chapter, did it work?
