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Forecast Today A Cloudy Fairy Tale

Tears leaked from her eyes, it hurt so much. Why couldn't she just die? Was this some sick joke? Tifa Lockheart had never felt so vulnerable, vulnerable to herself. The cold feeling had settled onto the gash, just like she remembered it. Just like in Nibelhiem with Sephiroth. I don't want to die. But. I don't want to live. It just hurt so much. At during the time she was drifting in and out of consciousness in the Nibel Reactor, she could only remember thinking of Cloud. Cloud. Cloud. Nothing else mattered, everything in her mind had regressed to simple state; he would fulfill his promise or break it.

Something stroked her face, it was warm. It was amusingly soft yet rough. Almost like velvet, it moved a certain way, it was gentle and soothing but if pushed into a different direction, it'd be scratching and hard. Somehow, whichever way it went, it was so… calming. Just to know this time it was different. She wasn't alone this time. Not alone.

Vincent trailed his human fingers along her face and neck. She seemed to have relaxed slightly, her screams had quelled down to soft groans. He wished he could do something to remove the undeserved pain off the frail fighter. How she was still alive was beyond comprehension. Possibly it was part of the curse.

"Help! Help! She's in labor!" Nanaki shoved past people, making space for him and Shera to the desk. The nurse glanced at them and recognized them immediately, AVALANCHE.

Nanaki stood by Shera as she crushed his paw in her underestimated strength. Cid was rushed to another room himself, he had severe hypothermia and so was Shera but they had to get the baby first. They'd made an exception with Nanaki and let him into the emergency room with Shera.

Incoherent mumbles were being exchanged between the doctors. Things about wrong way. Feet first. Too far down. Birth canal. Luck. The intelligent dog couldn't follow the conversation fast enough to understand a word they spoke. So instead, dismissing the warning that the doctor had given to him before, he peeked behind the baby blue screen that covered him from Shera's bottom half. His eyes widened before they rolled up into the back of his head and he fell over.

When he finally came to, the screaming had departed to another pregnant woman and Shera was lying in a room with several doctors trying feverishly to bring her body temperature back up. Nanaki lay in a bed himself but he was not in any need of hypothermic care for his guard hairs and thick coat trapped his body heat where it was needed.

He padded to a nurse and retrieved the whereabouts of the baby. Once arriving in the hall, he stared through the glass and saw a baby wrapped in a pink blanket with the words 'Highwind' taped on the front. Ten fingers. Unable to contain the persistent smile, he let it grow. Finally something good came out of so much pain.

Suddenly, an epiphany quaked Vincent's brain. It must have been at the very least been a full day by now, so why hadn't he had to… excrete bodily fluids? Why hasn't he even felt tired? Or hungry? He looked for at his patient; sweat trickled down her face. Her wound wasn't healing but she wasn't dying. It was amazing. It broke every law of the human body. But he hoped the incredible miracle's magic wouldn't run out soon. Shutting his eyes, he did something he hadn't done in… years. He prayed.

Cid slowly stood, even against the forceful hands of the nurse that pressed on his chest; he couldn't stay. Tifa's life was tied to the bottom of a breaking thread.

"You got to lie down, sir!" The tubby woman gave an exasperated attempt to restrain him to his bed.

"Get your fucking hands off me." His gruff voice and cold eyes burned into hers and her hands flew back to herself, afraid of what he might do if she didn't. As if on queue, Nanaki stepped into the room.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I believe me and my friend must be on our way." Giving her a reassuring grin, Nanaki gestured for his comrade to follow him out into the hall.

"Where's Shera? Damn doctors wouldn't let me near her."

"She's fine. I'll take you to her but we must hurry. Tifa's waiting." Down the hall, right turn, another right and then straight, finally, her door stood in front of them. The doctors had informed Nanaki that Shera's condition was officially stable but she wouldn't be able to leave the hospital for awhile time.

Upon entry, Shera awoke from her exhausted sleep. Her hair that she had originally decided to out into a high ponytail was now ruffled and messy. Funny how she still managed to smile. She looks just like when I came back. Pacing to his wife's side, he picked up her hand.

"Do… you remember? When I came home?" Completely deluded with each other, they didn't notice the knowing look that Nanaki had melted into as he left them in privacy.

"…Yes. I remember, for awhile you were gone I thought I was going to die." Flashing back, their retrospect began with Cid working on a small project in Rocket town.

"Stupid… fit damn it…" Only speaking to himself, he hadn't expected Shera to be sneak up behind him. It had only been three months since they defeated the meteor and the media was swamping Cid. He could usually scare the bejeebers out of them with his unmatchable cussing abilities but some would ignore his angry comments and would end up being attacked.

"Captain?"

"Holy shit!" Whirling around, he saw his assistant holding out a tray with his favorite tea and sandwich on it. He almost let a smile out. Almost. "Don't fucking scare me like that… and just call me Cid, damned woman."

"S-sorry." Once he snatched a sandwich and a cup of tea off the tray, she began to walk off.

"Shera!" She felt something cold hit her back lightly; it was the sandwich. "What'd you do?! Go to the neighbor's yard and pick up some fucking dog shit and stick it between some bread and call it a sandwich?!"

"I- Um, You- I-"

"God! You can't do anything right!" Without another word, he stormed off. Salty tears rolled down the woman's cheek as she removed her coat and began to pick out the pieces of tuna that the sandwich had smeared onto it.

Later that night, Cid came home. He was in a much lighter mood, mostly from alcohol. Everything would have been like any other night he came home plastered, yell, Shera help him to bed, pass out somewhere in there, and wake up with a colossal hangover. But, on this night, his drunken routine had taken a horrible turn, instead of yelling at Shera, his eyes traveled her form.

"Heya be-youtiful." He sat down beside her on the couch, placing his arm around her shoulders and slumping into her.

"Cap- Cid. I think you're… a little drunk."

"A lithle? I'm fucking hammered…" He began to feel her thigh. Shivers ran up her spine, she'd always wanted him to touch her like this. Suddenly, his lips were on her neck, they were burning; it was enticing. His hands were everywhere, every moment. Soon, they'd found their way into her pants, which coincidentally had been unbuttoned in the passion.

Everything was so blurry and fast after that. Only glimpses of him dragging himself over her and thrust harshly. However, he drove in with perfect impact making her reach her orgasm fast. She must have done something amazing too for he reached it quickly also. The entire night had been a repetition of sexual pleasure and exploration for the two soul mates.

The next morning, though, was not a fairy tale one. Cid had awoken to find himself naked lying on top of a equally nude Shera. He loved her. He truly did. With every fiber of his being, but he could only hurt her. He could never find ways of showing her his love without screaming or yelling. Knowing this, the only explanation was that he raped her. He committed a horrible act upon the woman he'd mistreated but never physically abused. So he ran.

Shera woke alone and cold. Not knowing what to expect, she hadn't anticipated he would have ran from her. Was she truly that revolting? She didn't work for anyone but him. She had no other job. Maybe he was sick of supporting her. More tears streamed her face, she couldn't live without him. Not because of the financial reasons only but because she lived for him. Holy, she loved him so much, couldn't he see? Or didn't he care? To add to the mischance, two or so months later, she noticed odd health behaviors and checked with a doctor only to find herself pregnant. She had a no money, no father for her baby and nothing to live for.

"Shera?" As she walked home, a vaguely familiar voice called her. Turning, she saw golden locks hanging over azure eyes. Cloud Strife.

"C-Cloud?" Wasn't he supposed to be Nibelhiem with Tifa? Oh. Are they visiting? "Are you here with Tifa?"

"…No. Uh. We went our separate ways, I'm searching for something and I thought I'd drop by and say hi. How are you… you look kind of lost."

"I'm, I'm fine…" He looked the same as before, with a large sword strapped to his back but a weary look etched his face. "Are here for Cid?"

"Uh… actually, I thought I'd come see both of you. Looks like you guys are starting a family."

"Cid… isn't here. H-He left. But you're still welcome to stay, you look tired." Nodding, Cloud followed Shera home. They chatted like old friends but Cloud avoided anything that was related the pilot. He had seen the pain-stricken expression that engraved her face at the mention of Cid's name.

They'd arrived at her house and she offered him a room to stay in, however, Cloud saw envelopes with words like 'Overdue' in large red bold letters on them. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Cid had taken off somewhere, leaving an unemployed Shera with dozens of payments.

"You can just stay in this room if you'd like." She opened the door to a small yet cozy room.

"This is perfect, I'll probably be gone by morning though, I just remembered I had to do something and I'm already behind schedule." Shutting the door that was the last of him Shera ever saw. The sun ushered her into consciousness; she went about her normal morning routine. But when she reached down stairs into the kitchen, all of her bills were opened and a large wad of gil lay on the table. A small note was under it.

Dear Shera,

There should be enough gil for you there for the bills and some extra for food and such. Good luck.

Sincerely

Cloud.

The first smile in almost two months crawled onto her expression; Cloud was such a sweetheart. It wasn't until a day or two later had she began to ponder what he meant he said that he and Tifa went separate ways. She always thought that they would be together forever.

"Uncle Cid?" Marlene's voice was so adorable at times, yet she could also be slightly irritating sometimes also. He stood outside of North Corel, in a field near Barrett's home.

"Yeah, kid?"

"Uncle Cloudy is here."

"What?!"

"Hey, Cid. How you been?" Twisting his head, he saw his former leader, Cloud Strife. Exactly the same as before.

"I've been… good. Run along Marlene." Her little feet carried her back to her father and their house. "What the hell do you want?"

"You've got a beautiful baby." The blonde warrior sat down by Cid's feet.

"What? Don't you know shit, boy? Marlene's Barrett's munchkin." A secret smile licked Cloud's lips.

"I wasn't talking about Marlene." He continued to speak in riddle. "I'm sure he or she'll have your eyes."

"…What the fuck are you talking about? You gone crazy?"

"I'm talking about the baby that Shera's pregnant with. I visited her not too long ago and she was a mess. How could you leave her?!" The accusing glare was what he finished his sentence with.

"…Then where's Tifa, huh? How could you leave her?"

"That's different. You left because you were afraid. I left because I'm in love with someone else."

"You're in love with a damn ghost. Tifa's real. And she loves you more then you know, she'll die without you."

"Same with Shera." Cloud left after that, and Cid nor Barrett and Marlene saw him after that. Cloud's words, though, had left its mark in the chain smoker; maybe he should go back. But how could he face Shera? Now that he had not only thought he raped her but for leaving her with everything? Pros and cons wracked his mind but in the end, he couldn't live without her. Running fast, since he left without the Highwind or Tiny Bronco, he sped to Rocket town.

When he got there, Shera really was a mess and so was he. But he had purposed the second he got home. A lot of bumps in the road had surfaced but they managed to overcome them. A couple of months later though, word on the news was that Cloud Strife had died. They tried to visit Tifa but she wasn't in Nibelhiem, seems that she went to Wutai for some girl talk with Yuffie.

The couple gave each other loving kisses as they reminisced. Everything worked out in the end. How fairy tale.