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So any ways, if this chapter ends up being really shitty; please don't hurt me!! I have the plot pretty much planned out but I still haven't thought out some of the little things so yeah. =). I finally got to see the ffx ending =D bwahahaha I rock!! (plus anyone who read this fic... I swear to GOD I love you people!!) so what do all think about my first fic any ways?

I DO swear in this fic a lot eventually and I'm THINKING, COMPENSATING, PONDERING, RATIONALIZING, REASONING if I should make this a lemon in further chapters or should I just kind of go... '(kissing details) blah de blah blah AND THEY WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING WITH SMILES' kind of thing. Tell me what you guys think I should do. =)

L.u.L (love u lots)

In the Morning Glow

The sound of a loud engine woke Vincent up; out side stood in all its glory was the Highwind. He could read the cusses that formed on the pilot's lips; a ghost of a smile flitted over Vincent's face.

"AHHHH!" The quick-moving ex-Turk sped to Tifa's room but she was only having a nightmare. "no… come back… I sorry…"

Must be dreaming of Cloud once again… speaking of him. Where is he? Vincent was completely oblivious to the world's news and his fellow AVALANCHE member's lives. Shrugging, Vincent's heart just decided he didn't care and headed towards the door when Cid knocked. But before he opened the door though… he hesitated instinctively, he'd been doing that ever since the inn, before greeting Cid.

"Hello. I'm afraid I've woken up late." It was true… partly. The gunman did wake up too late for Cid but he hadn't expected Cid to arrive at four in the morning.

"Fine. How's Tif?"

"She seems to be having a nightmare."

"I meant the reason she's going to Cosmo Canyon with you, you dumbass." His voice still had the slightest pinch of resentment in it.

"Come in and I will go wake her." Moving away to Tifa's room, Vincent left the door gaping for Cid to enter. Cid turned around to close the door, then looking around the small house.

"Damn straight you will. So what's wrong?" No reply. The quiet man was already up the stairs by Tifa; ushering her to consciousness.

"Tifa. Wake up." His voice was more soft than usual.

Demons were lashing at each other; wanting to have blood shed. It was an all out war and Tifa was in the midst of it. Her incubus began with Cloud in a grassy plain; he was calling for her. Luring her with loving words and even warmer eyes but once she got there Aeris appeared beside him and they began to fade away. Leaving her to fed off the monsters that Aeris had brought with her, leaving her to have her flesh to be torn by their hungry claws. Tifa fought with everything she had but she didn't see the large mutated-looking dragon that was ready to strike her unknowing back. A loud shot sounded and Tifa saw the dead dragon fall beside her, turning to see her savior, majority of her heart believed it was Cloud that she would see but instead, she saw the very dark, the very mysterious Vincent Valentine. His Death Penalty was still held high; he had the slightest smile in his eyes. But in her heart, she was deeply disappointed.

"Where's Cloud?" For some reason, her voice was saying everything that was passing her brain. Making her rudely honest. Tifa's hands flew to her mouth with wide eyes, did she just say that? The beasts had long dissipated and only Tifa and Vincent were left in the dark dimension. He wore the same clothing he wore during their journey and the red-eyed brunette realized she was doing the same.

His usual blood shot eyes were now glazed and filled with rejection. Guilt bit at her once more under his painful gaze. Before Tifa could move he began to walk away with slumped shoulders; he was leaving. Her traitorous legs refused to let her run after him but her will was so much stronger. She broke free of her frozen place and tried to reach him before he completely disappeared; she attempted to stop him with her words.

"Vincent! Come Back! Don't leave me! I'm sorry!" she continued to run but she began to wade in some kind of gooey liquid. She looked down and saw that they both had moved into a knee-deep pool of blood.

She let out a shriek; Vincent was at her side again, he lifted her out of the crimson fluid and carried her to the other side. As soon as her feet touched the ground, he was off again. Her will was wavering, why did she always hurt everyone that tried to help her?

"Vince… please. No, just stay. I'm really sorry, please don't go." Her knees hit the floor and her face was cradled in her hands; she felt like sobbing but she refused to cry. Something weighed on her shoulders, they were hands. The weakened woman looked up to see Vincent holding her at arm's length.

"Tifa."

"Hmm?"

"Mff Up…" His voice was muffled but his face was only inches from her face.

She gave him a puzzled look before he repeated her name.

"Tifa."

"Tifa!" His loud voice broke her from her dream and into reality; Vincent's face, in reality also, was only a couple of inches from her face. Everything began to throb again; her muscles burned, not excluding her throat, then came the loud thump that pounded within her skull. Too wrapped up in her agony, she didn't notice how fast Vincent pulled away. She didn't see the tinge of red that bled into his cheeks.

"Hurry up your asses if you want that ride!" The arrogant man that was waiting downstairs was growing impatient. How long does it take to wake someone up?

"Can you stand?" Vincent was back at the side of her bed; alike her dream; he wore his all black attire, the red bandanna and the ever so famous crimson cape. But Tifa wore the clothing that Terry had given to her. It consisted of a male wrinkled and ruffled black button up shirt and a long jean skirt, which was way too big for her though.

"I-" Only a whisper came out but her infected throat couldn't take anymore, it allowed no other words to come out. Trying to get of her own bed was harder since the room around her spun; she let hers legs drop over the edge of the mattress. Don't let me fall, I'm trusting you legs.

Tifa stood on her two legs for maybe a good minute before undertaking the task of her first step, she lifted her left foot to begin her walk but something snaked around her waist. The untouchable shooter now had his right arm around her waist, his arm on her waist.

Vincent noticed she stopped. Did he surprise her?

"Walk."

"Oh!" It was if her body began to chant 'I told you so.' When she began to cough, causing her to shake. While she hunched over, Vincent's arm moved from her waist to her shoulders, he used every bit of will power he had to not roll his eyes at her dumb act. She shouldn't take his touch for granted, it was rare.

"What the fuck is taking you little bitches so fucking long?!" he spat every word as he walked up the stairs and into the doorway.

"I'm sick." Her voice was almost imperceptible but Cid could hear.

"That's not a fucking excuse! I gotta get home to my 'beautiful' wife." His hand flew up, his middle finger and index fingers made small quotation signs as he spoke the word 'beautiful'.

"Well, when you feel like a wire coat hanger just got shoved down your throat. Give me a call and tell me if it's a good reason to be slower than usual." A death glare hit Cid, the way she whispered it made it sound more intimidating than anything Vincent and Barret could ever muster.

Cid's face grew pale and finally shut up; clearing his throat, he spoke a new quiet tone instead of the demanding one before. "Well then… let's get going I guess."

They had finally reached Cosmo Canyon, Cid had gotten whatever information he needed about Tifa's condition and he had contacted Nanaki to let him know that they'd be visiting. Once the Highwind landed, Vincent supported Tifa as she walked to Nanaki's home. Cid decided to take the Highwind, saying Shera couldn't be trusted for such long periods of time and that he needed to make sure she didn't destroy Rocket town by now… except with much more swears in there.

"I believe this is it." Tifa looked up and saw a smiling Nanaki there to greet them.

"Hello, my friends. It has been awhile since I've seen you in person. Tifa… you look… er… good for a ill woman." Nanaki gave a toothy grin. "I'll take you to Dr. Chong in the morning. But for now, let's eat and rest."

Nanaki ate happily and made up most of the conversation for the dinner, while as Vincent poked at his odd looking food and sniffed everything before eating it; Tifa hardly touched her food because of… well… the whole burning, coat-hanger throat issue.

During the night, Vincent slept in the room across from Tifa's; both having nightmares of past loves. Nanaki called the doctor for Tifa during the night and waited for Cid's return. Everything about this night was so quiet and undisturbed; nothing could break it.

A loud crash and a string of curses blasted beside Vincent. Twisting his neck, he saw Tifa biting her lip and a broken cup that was originally on his nightstand.

"Tifa?" she looked up at the sound of her name and gave a bright smile; she looked slightly better.

"Hey." Yes. Yes. She looked better but didn't sound less ill; she resumed using the raspy whisper like before.

"What are you doing here? You should be asleep."

"I… didn't feel sleeping." The pale woman gave another cough but it was short lasted.

"What is it you want?"

"Can we talk?" She crawled onto his bed, taking a place beside him but not too close and let the blankets warm embrace surround her legs as she slipped her lap under them. She wore the black button-up shirt but decided against the skirt, the shirt alone reached her mid-thigh. Vincent was the complete opposite of her, no shirt but pants.

It was apparent that Tifa couldn't talk much but wouldn't willing go back to bed. Nightmares could scare the bravest man into insomnia; Tifa was no exception. The young fighter didn't realize how fast her throat would sizzle and burn, leaving only Vincent to speak about his life. For the rest of the night, she learned of his search to find Lucretia, which also led him to Nibelhiem on that faithful night. Lucretia had been Hojo's wife and he was punished for loving her, but now, he punishes himself for letting her die.

"I know it seems impossible but there is a way to get her back." Vincent's right arm draped over the slumbering woman's shoulder; he didn't even notice when she drifted off or when her head dripped down and began to lean against his shoulder.

The Sun slipped its fingers into the small room, as if it was afraid to disturb the gentle scene. But the daylight was inevitable. The cold executor couldn't help but stare at the martial artist; her hair and skin glowed with even the smallest bits of light. His eyes traveled down her bare collarbone then to her ruffled shirt; the first couple of buttons came unbutton during the conversation leaving her part of her chest to glow like her face. It looked so smooth. His metallic claw began to move towards her porcelain skin; hoping that it could feel through its gold exterior.

The tip of the sharpened index finger stroked south from her neck, he could almost feel the warmth of her body. The inhuman hand proceeded it path onto the collarbone when he could have sworn he began to feel the tender texture of her skin. Her nose suddenly scrunched up causing him to draw back his hand in seconds time before her eyes unlocked from its sleepy prison. Giving an innocent yawn, unaware of her previous encounter with Vincent's curious hand.

"Good morning." Her voice came out smaller than a whisper, she had pushed it too far last night explaining her life, excluding the Cloud incident, before Vincent decided to give her voice a break by taking up the talking responsibility and giving Tifa the listening job.

"Good morning." First time that Tifa ever saw Vincent Valentine even come close to a smile.