Some Surprises Are In Order

~Chapter 3~

Author's Notes: Hey everyone! I hope that you have liked my rewrites so far, here is yet another one of them. If you have any questions, that or something doesn't make sense please feel free to email them to me, or leave it in a review, and I will help as much as I can. Enjoy!

The Turk's lounge was at the end of the hall on sixty-seventh floor. Very few people have ever been admitted and the acronym "TURK"—Tactical Unison Recognizance Killer, still carried a bloody connotation that could never be cleaned.

And there stood Megan…

She was standing behind Lex as her friend swiped her ID card at the door and heard a loud click of it unlocking. Megan wasn't sure what to expect; maybe someone tied down to a chair being tortured for information? Nah…right?

"Uh, Lex…maybe I shouldn't…after all, you are working," Megan faltered as she began to step back.

Lex stopped and smiled, "you aren't scared are you?"

"No."

"Oh jeez, Meg. It's just us…" as Lex finished, the door opened.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Megan mumbled.

The lounge was a typical sized room in ShinRa. There was a coffee pot in the back on a sink above a mini-fridge with some fruit and paper towels. There was also a desk in the back where someone sat working on loads of paperwork, another person was sprawled out on the couch on the right side of the room as someone else was sitting on the table opposite the couch reading. All three of the men were dressed in navy blue suits.

These are the Turks? You've got to be kidding! Meg thought as she followed Lex into the room.

"Hey gang," Lex said tossing her jacket on the young man's feet on the couch.

"Hey babe," he replied.

"Sorry I'm late. My friend came unannounced. Speaking of which, this is Megan," Lex said stepping aside as she continued, "Meg, you know Kail," she held out a hand to the man she tossed her coat on. He was laid out drawing in what seemed to be a hard-cover, wire-bound sketchbook. His jacket was unbuttoned and hung loosely off one side. He stopped working on his drawing and gently lifted his head. He looked to be no more than nineteen and had piercing hazel eyes that went from green to deep brown. His shaggy, raven black hair hung perfectly around his face and stopped a little past eyebrows. Megan couldn't guess how tall he was, but figured he was about five ten from his lean build.

"Hey Meg. We met at your house when I helped on the staircase. Incidentally, how did that come out," Kail asked with a warm grin.

"Oh yeah! The stairs look great. Thanks again for your help," Megan said with a smile. Lex laughed and Megan glared, then returned her attentions to the others.

"Well, anyway. I do have to talk to you later, k," Lex said with a head nod to Kail.

He shrugged, "sure. Nice to see you again, too, Meg."

"The rest on the crew." Lex continued as she turned, "this nice guy over here reading on the table, hint hint…" Kail let out a small giggle as Lex finished. "This is Michael; AKA Mikey."

"Eushaunté, bon ami…" Mike said with his head still in his book.

"Excuse me," Megan asked in surprise, wondering where she knew the guy.

He looked up from his book with a cordial smile. "I'm sorry. Hullo." He closed his book, hopped off the table, and put out his hand, "Michael St. Patrick, but, everyone calls me 'Mikey.'" Megan noticed Mike to be the oldest person in the room; late thirties, she guessed. He was about six feet tall and a pretty muscular build with dusty brown hair and brown eyes. He carried himself rather well; head of Turks she thought to herself.

It took Megan only a moment to relize where she knew the man from "Uncle Mike!" she said as she ran over and hugged him. "It's great to see you. Where have you been lately, not even poor Ivy has been able to tell me where you were."

Mike scratched his temple as he removed his glasses and hugged the girl "sorry you know how it is when you have to work" he grinned "expecally this job."

Megan smiled and hugged him tighter "I missed you so much."

Mike started to turn alittle blue "ca..n't br..eath...cho..cking."

Megan blushed and let up on him. "Sorry."

Mike took a deep breath and kissed her forehead "glad to see that you missed me."

Lex smiled and shook her head "you never did learn your strenght did you Meg."

Megan just glared.

"If that's how she says hello then I would rather not be intoduced" said a deep cultered voice said from behind a desk.

"Who are you anyway girly?" the man said.

"Your middle name is 'Moore,'" he asked leaning his head one the knuckles of his left hand and placing the pen in his right hand down.

"Yes, it is. My father named me after a friend of his and I very much respect him the time I met him," she said. "He's probably dead now, though, I haven't heard from him in years" she mumbled.

"Who," the man asked.

"Why do you care?"

"Why did you bring it up to begin with?"

She glared at him, "Gabriel Moore…"

"Oh…" he sighed with a smirk.

"And who are you," Megan asked cocking her head.

The man stood up turning off the desk lamp and slowly walked around the desk. He looked to be at least twenty-five; no more than twenty-seven. His long, strawberry blond hair was tied back in a ponytail between his shoulders. He stood a well built six feet and looked perfect in the blue suit; born to wear it one could say. The one thing that stood out most to Megan were his eyes; they were the most beautiful blue eyes. Such a shame he's so arrogant, or he might actually be cute… Megan mused.

"I see you've met…" Lex began.

"…Angel," he finished in his deep voice.

Angel?!? Megan's mind went into anarchy for a moment. But…no…not my angel…but he's so familiar. As long as Megan could remember, there was a figure that "haunted" her dreams. He never spoke and never came out of the shadows; all she knew was that he was about the same size as the man who stood before her now and that he had massive angel wings.

"Seriously, your name is Angel," she asked again; she couldn't help study him.

"Yes."

"Jeez, your parents were cruel," Megan said with a smirk.

"Alright…Megan Moore…" he retorted playfully as he checked his watch. "Introductions over; I'm going downstairs to get some coffee. Anybody wanna come?"

"Oh lord yes," Lex said jumping up.

"I'm comin,'" Kail said getting off the couch.

"We'll make it a family affair, children. You come, too," Mike said to Megan. She stood there and hesitated.

"Come on, Meg…" Lex said.

"Please," Kail pleaded.

"Oh, alright. As long as I'm not stuck with him," Megan said pointing to Angel.

"Oh come now, darlin', I'm not that cruel," Angel said pulling his ponytail out and turning his head to the side.

Megan stopped again. He so reminds me of him…Dammit Lex!! This is just some evil joke! She let out a small snort. "Don't call me 'darlin"!"

"Hunny?"

"NO!"

"Nutmeg…" Lex said with a grin as Megan slapped the back of her friend's head.

"I like her," Kail said as he followed Angel out the door and Megan became slightly flushed. He smiled over at Lex who was rubbing the back of her head. "Did she hit your dome? Come're," he said holding open an arm as Lex took it.

"You gonna be my date," Lex asked mockingly.

"Of course, babe," Kail said in the same tone as the two laughed. Megan's eye twitched which of course Kail saw. He's trying to mess with you Meg, plus he's most likely dating Lex. Megan snarled at the thought.

"Ah…come on, you can be my date, hun," Angel said casually putting an arm around Meg's shoulder as they walked down the hall.

"How about not," Megan said pushing his arm off her shoulder and going over to Mike's arm as they approached the elevator.

Angel leaned over into Mike's ear with a grin. "She really doesn't like me, does she?"

"Nobody really likes you, Angel," Kail said yelling back as everybody laughed.

"Shut up, Kid, or next time, I'm pushing you off the diving board!"

"Don't call me 'Kid'! I'm twenty-one for Christ's sake!"

Megan smiled.

"And little ol' Angel is all alone…" Lex said in a pouty face.

"Probably happens a lot," Megan said throwing Angel a look. He only smiled sincerely at her; something she hadn't expected.

"Sad, but true." His voice seemed deeper and more mature now for an instant; then he did that cocky smile again. "Next stop, the coffee shop," he said as he slid his ID card in the slot and hit the 52 button.

The doors closed and Megan laughed to herself, heh…these are the Turks…