Title: Turks…Forever a Friend…(even when you don't want 'em)

Author: Hunter0017

Summary: Vincent, cold, alone and wandering Midgar in a daze, finds himself a very welcomed friend in the during the first snow storm in thirty years…

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII character belong to Square Enix. And I own none of them.... So back off Mothers…

Chapter 1:

Snowfall…is a warming feeling…

Cold... so…so very cold…The man barely heard his own rant as he traveled though the snow filled plains of the once green mountain range, miles away from the metropolis, Midgar.

It was bad, blindly; going to nowhere, Vincent was lost in a terrible snowstorm, one that hadn't been seen in a long time, and as far as he could see, there was nothing in front of or behind him.

And to make things worse, the wind made it impossible to hear if anyone were calling for him. It could've possibly had made him deaf, explaining why he couldn't hear anyone at all...

He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen the light of the sun, or the moon. What he did remember was being flung from the Highwind just as Cid had pulled the jet-fire. He and Yuffie were unable to hang on to anything and they were lost, departed from the others.

It wasn't expected, but he knew that he wouldn't be found anytime soon.

It wasn't like anyone cared enough about him….

Anyone gave enough thought of his welfare….

And now…

He was alone.

Lost again….

And this time….

It wasn't a nightmare….

It was almost as if the planet Vincent to truly suffer and die. But Vincent didn't care. He felt obligated to the planet and, if it wanted his blood to stain the pure-colored snow, it could do what ever it wished to him….

The cold winds were finally winning over the man's body and weary mind. He fell on his knees, the snow splashing into the air and right into Vincent's freezing face. Vision blurred and health and strength waning, Vincent slowly nestled himself into the snow- Not even realizing this fatal action- closed his eyes and quietly went to sleep.

The chilling cold was no longer felt by the man, and the howling wind that pieced his ears were vanishing, fading away into nothingness. The silence was like death: Forever quiet, no disturbance at all…

But now it felt hot.

He could feel his body actually acquiring a strange longing for the chill, because it felt like he was burning and the crackling of fire replaced the frightful wind's scream.

That crackling of the fire….

It was a comforting sound, considering where he was…

But it sounded too real…

It was all too real…

Vincent could almost visualize a fireplace in front of him along with the room that it warmed. The walls were formed of welded sheets of metal that were bolted together and line up. The floor was actually softened by the rug, which he sat on. To his right were two beds and to his left was a small table where a man sat, drinking something from a small cup, perhaps it was tea.

Someone else, shorter than the man, stood by the door and kept quiet. The second figure was patiently listening to the every word that the man was saying, which was completely incoherent to Vincent.

Then, two more figures walked in, both taller than the second.

"So, is he awake yet?" A familiar voice came from his left. It was a man, someone with a deep, yet cheerful personality. Couldn't have been someone he knew.

"Nah, he's still out of it." Another voice, this one was male, too. He talked deeper than the other. He must've turned the former Turk on his back cause he was now staring at the ceiling.

"Maybe we should get some smelling salts? I've got some in my purse and we can use those." That one was a female. Just what the hell was going on, Vincent thought to himself, and why were all these people concerned with him?

"No, no, Elena…. Let him sleep it off…." That must have been the leader of them all. Because no one else said anything after he spoke. All of the voices were familiar, but unrecognizable.

Again, all sound faded away, and Vincent slipped away into another dreamless state.