AN: hahah! I'm going to repost the last chapy cuz there were sooo many spelling opisses.. So yeah Sorry about all that. hides Anyways here the next chapy. Cuz I'm tryin to get them up so quickly I'm not going to do the feed back thingy but I will in the next chapy.. So I will thank you for them! TY! Ok here you go! O I am sorry for any Rain or Ely fans. There... O and I do not have ownership of the song. Wolf's Rain does.. I think.. anyways it's not mine!

Chapter: Four

The rest of the day had been long and rather injoyable. Squall and Quistis just sat on the sofa watching movies, which Squall normaly didn't do, and drank tea. After a quick hot dinner, of chicken and rice, Squall walked into his bedroom to take a shower. Quistis had fallen asleep on the sofa and he did not want to wake her. The hot water felt good against his skin. It made him feel as if his anger and problems were being washed down the drain with the water. Once all the soap was out of his hair he truned the water off and exited the bathroom as if everything was as it should and had been. After throwing his towel into the hamped, he looked in his dresser for a pair of boxers. Set on a pair of black silk ones he slid them on and flopped face down on his bed. A soft gasp brought him out of his thoughts. Sitting up and turning on his back he saw Quistis standing in the door way. He wasn't really sure how long she was standing there but he hoped that she didn't see anything.

"Can I take a shower?" Squall nodded simply to her question. They really didn't talk all to much. Both just sat on the sofa, eating, watching, drink, no more and no less. Squall watched her as she walked to the bathroom after grabbing a new towel. "Here." Squall's voice kinda scared her as she started to close the door. Hands out streched, he held a rusty red t-shirt and a pair of black gym shorts. Smiling softly she took them and walked in.

Squall turned back around and flopped once again back onto the bed. What was he really going to do? Tiresomely he pulled an old fleece navey blue blinket up from the bottom of his bed. His room was thankfuly dark. The walls were a deep rich royal blue, and the dark oak floors made it look rather small. The silk black sheets and dark matching canopy sat perfectly on a dark oak four poster bed, with a matching larg trunk at the foot. Large heavy black velvet curtans covered the windows keeping any light from entering the room. A tall floor lamp and a small desk light on the bed side table were the only means of light in the room.

Pulling the blinket closer to him he truned on his side. There was soo much to think about and yet he really didn't want to think at all. There was little he could do. He was now taking care of a run away slave, alone, no family in this town, and very tired. Though the family part was just something he really felt he could do with out. Not like he himself ever really lived with his real family. That was something he really didn't want to think about right now. Family was never a good thing to talk or think about. He never really saw his family as such. Curling into a tighter ball Squall was thrown out of his inner thoughs with a small ahump.

Rolling over he saw Quistis standing in the door way. She had on his shorts, but held the towel over her front. "Can you help me?" Cocking his head to the side Squall looked at her. He wasn't quiet sure as to what she was talking about. "'O!" Quistis truned and walked back into the bathroom. That's when Squall remembered what she needed help with. Her back. Once she came back out, Squall pushed the trunk at the bottom of the bed so it angled out some. Gently Quistis sat down with a bottle and some bandages in her hand. Slowly she let the towel drop as she held into herself. Awkwardly Squall stood still behind her. "Here." He looked to see her hold a bottle out to him. Taking it he placed it on her wounds, then placed it on the floor. When he stood back up again he saw that she was holding the bandage back to him. Taking across her back she took it back and covered her front. This works. Squall could help her and yet not violate her. After they were done Quistis stood up with the towel in her hand. Walking back into the room, Squall walked out with his blinket. "Where are you going?"

"You can sleep here in my bed. There's a pull out sofa in the libray." Walking on he shut the door behind him.Sighing tiresomely Quistis huffed over to the door and opened it. Everything was dark. Only a small light across the small house could be seen, but soon went out. Truning around Quistis trugged to the bed and flopped down on her stomach. "I don't like being in closed rooms." Suggling in deep to the blinkets she took in Squall's scent. Heavy lids took hold of her eyes, and soon she was out.

A loud cry woke Quistis from her sleep. "XU!" Jumping out of the bed she paniced and forgot where she was. Standing in the living area she looked around. There was a loud thump and a cry from the libray. Walking in quickly she saw Squall twisted in his covers in the pull out sofa. "Get away form her.." His voice was dangerouse and low. Slowly Quistis lowered herself next to him and gently took him into her arms. "Shhh it's ok.. Please calm down." Squall's movements slowed but his body had broken out in a sweat. Slowly she started to humm, this clamed him. "We've found a kind of paradise, below a sky so new. We've weaved a web of mystery so wide, we need he light of day. We've worn the cloak of secret lives, we've seen truth, magic that we send.." Soon both were in a peaceful slumber.

Squall woke with a fright. He had been dreaming that night again. No. He had flashbacks that night again. The same things followed him in his sleep. Sitting up slowly he noticed something. There in his chest was an arm. Truning his head he saw Quistis resting behind him. Studing her a smile, a true smile no one would ever truly see, played across his lips. She looked soo beautiful there. Her blond hair was down, flowing over her slender sholders. The rust colored shirt he had given her was a bit big and fell off her sholders a bit. 'NO!' His mind was screaming at him. 'She'll just leave. Like everyone. She'll just leave you too. Alone.' Squall frowned and closed his eye. Why did he have to think like that? Why did he care for her soo much? Who cares? Whatever.

"You're awake." Her voice threw him back into the wrold. "O right. Last night I heard you. I came to see what was wrong. You were tosing in your sleep. I tried to wake you but..." Her voice cut out as she looked into his eyes. Quickly she darted them to the ground. "My friend Xu use to do that. Before she left. She was the first to run away. I meet her when I was six. She was five then. We were sold to the Almasy's as play mates for Seifer. We kinda grew up together. After he turned fourteen.. things changed. He started with Xu. She couldn't take it. She ran away three and a half years ago. At night she would scream. I had to keep her quiet so I would sing, and she wold stop. I thought it might work with you."

Squall looked at her with intrest. "Where is she now?" Looking up Quistis smiled. He was a good looking guy. There he was with her, on a bed, in his boxers. It was easy to see what Rinoa was talking about. "All she said was that she was going to Esthar." Squall flinked as the word slipped out of her lips. "I was going to find her soon." Squall looked down and sighd. 'So she is going to leave me.' A warm hand fell on his arm. Instinctly he pulled away. "Sorry Squall." Quistis looked down. "I would like it if you came with me. I don't want to live with her or anything." Quistis rubbed her fingers togther and sighed.

"We'lle see." Quistis head picked up at his words. He wasn't quiet sure why he had said it himself but he did. Maybe it was the fact that she wanted to come back, or stay with him. Watching her he let the corners of his mouth twich. Quistis laughed at the notion, then reached her hand out and touched his cheek. "You know, you can be really sweet." After a few seconds her face changed and her hand slid to his for head. "I think you have a fever." Squall pulled back shaking his head. "No. You have warm hands." What happened next scared him more than anything. Her lips came close to him, but went straight to his forhead. Squall jumped back instinctly and rather confused. "Yes you do. My hands maybe warm but you can always tell with lips. Come one I'll make you some tea. Go crawl into your bed." Squall looked at her oddly but did as she asked.

Maybe he was really sick. He never felt good but never thought he had a fever. Now he was just tired. In his bed he watched the door. He hated this. He was at the will of this woman, trusting her and in return she was trusting him. Why couldn't he have just truned her back in. No. He couoldn't even if he wanted to now. Not after what happened to her. Not when he couldn't help El....

"I hope you like black tea and lemon." She walkd up next to him and handed him a mug. I sweetened it a bit with honey. Squall nodded as he took the first sip. He did like he tea, and would make it himself normaly, but it never tasted like this. "You like?" He nodded once again and set the empty mug down. "Good. Well if there's anything you need ask me. ok?" Squall watched her as she started to walk out the room. "Ellone. Her name was Ellone." Quistis stopped dead in her tracks. 'Why are you talking!' Squall's mind was screaming at him, but he was done listening to it. Something about this girl made him want to talk to her. It was as if she knew what type of pain he had, if not more. "The girl in my books are based on my sister, kinda. I thought it would be a good idea if I let her live forever in my books." Quistis placed herself next to him. "When we were little it was just Ellone, my mom and I. But my mom died when I was three. We went to and orphanage. A nice lady took us in, but she died too. The car wreck killed her on impack. Elly and I were sent to the woman's sister's house. They were drunks." Squall voice turned to a low growl, that sounded more like a wolf than a human. "Every night till I was ten that man would come hoime drunk and... He would touch Ely. I tried to stop him, but I couldn't. There was nothing I could do. Ely became sick. That's when my fa.. Laguna showed up. He was just there one day. I was only ten when I meet him. Ely was soo happy to see him, but I.. I hated that man. He came in the house with another, scooped Ely up in his arms and truned to me. The only thing I remember him saying to me that day was 'You're coming with me. I'm you're real father and I will look after you and Ellone now.' I hated him. I couldn't understand why he wasn't there when mom died. Why had he taken so long to find us. Why was he romanticly with the other man. Why did he let Ellone die?"

"Ellone died?"

"Yes. She was so sick that nothing could be done. So she died. That's when I started to write. I wanted her to live soo much that I put her in my stories." Squall was clencing his fists so tight that his palms were starting to bleed. Gently he felt Quistis' hands on his. "It's ok. Things happen. Just be thankful your father found you and you know he loves you and Ellone. Be happy that she didn't die in that house but that man's hands." Squall looked at her shocked. How could anyone see any of that as a good thing, or even find one? For once in his life he was glad there was some one there to be with him. Slowly he bent over and placed a simple kiss on her sweet lips. "Thank you for falling into my life." His words were breath that danced on her cheeks. Gently she wrapped her arms around him. Togther they layed in bed, just holding eachother. This was right. "Thank you for saving mine." Squall smiled against her warm skin, happy to know that he was no longer alone.

Zoe: BLAHHHHHHHHH

Squall:What?

ZOE:End chapy!

Quistis: Whooohooo! Write another!

Zoe: Pish! NO! Not now.. Two in less than 48 hours is good for you!

Seifer: Where am I!?

Zell: I want some one!

Seifer: what are you doing here chicky?

Zell: DOnt call me chicky! It's chicken wuss to you!

Seifer: Ok Chicken wuss

Zell: Dmanit alll!

Zoe anyways please review... whoot Qualll!

Squall:..... Where am I?