A/N: Since I really have nothing to say this time I'll take this opportunity to respond to a few reviews.

Angels-Obsession – I know how it is to be in that sort of debt as well. I had a particularly bad experience, being in and out of the hospital for around a year. As if being in a hospital wasn't bad enough you do have hell to go through just trying to pay off something that wasn't your fault in the first place.

This story is going to have a good amount of symbolism…not drowning in the stuff and not completely necessary to the plot but it does help to deliver part of my point…So, yes, Seifer is my "angel" -. Even if I'm Pagan and not Christian I have always found angels to be very effective symbolically. They seem to strike a collective chord with everyone, regardless of religion. Yes, though, Seifer does have a long way to go…hence the title Salvaging an Angel…It's going to take some work and I have more than a few twists up my sleeves…at the moment I'm wearing something sleeveless but that's completely beside the point…

gothicangeleyes – Thank you -. I'm not sure how he's ooc if you would mind elaborating on that. I appreciate constructive criticism. All AU's do have a certain…OOCness level though…so I suppose something like that is pretty unavoidable

Omakase Shimasu – Now that's what I call a review. It's rare to see a comprehensive review these days. This fic has had one than one especially awesome reviewers so far -;. Even if you are a few chapters behind I appreciate that you covered all the major points of chapter one. You have my permission to ramble all you damn well please.

More characters will make an appearance…but probably not Rinoa…I hate Rinoa with a passion rivaled only by my hatred for Aries from Final Fantasy VII. If she does make an appearance it won't be pretty. Even that is doubtful though.

And, of course, much love goes to all my other regular reviewers. All authors love their reviews like a junkie loves his crack cocaine.

Salvaging an Angel

By Shade

Laguna pulled his coat on as he leaned into Squall's bedroom. "Are you sure you don't want to go to school today?" He asked, gazing into the dark bedroom from the lit doorway.

Squall was still in bed, one arm holding a pillow in place over his eyes. "I'm sure," He said quietly, hearing the evident disappointment in his father's voice "I'm really not feeling well today," He offered. Of course, physically he felt just fine.

"You'll be all right on your own?" Laguna asked, going to the bed and looking down at his son skeptically.

"My wheel chair is by the bed. I'll be just fine," He removed the pillow long enough to offer his father a weak sort of smile "I don't need anything," He added hastily as he noted his father was about to ask something just that.

"Well…" Laguna leaned down and hugged his son before heading back to the door "I can't say when I'll be home. We're getting in a new project today so I'll probably be back a little late."

Squall nodded, watching as he stopped in the doorway again "I'll be fine."

"You should call Zell," Laguna continued "You shouldn't be alone just yet and you've missed four more days of school now. I should really be making you go back to the doctor and I'm sure your friends are worried."

"I'll call Zell," Squall promised with a slight groan, more annoyed with himself than anything. It was clear how uneasy all of this had made Laguna "But you're going to be late for work."

"I'm-" Laguna glanced down to his wall and blanched in the dull light of the hallway "You're right. I'll bring something home for dinner tonight, ah, you know the number at work so I'll see you then-"

Squall watched Laguna rush from the bedroom, leaving it open but switching off the hall light. There was the sound of the front door opening and closing. Squall remembered the last time he had heard that sound. Seifer had not spoken to him since. He had noticed him once at school but again Seifer hadn't even made eye contact and the looks those "friends" of his had given him…Well…between those bastards and failing, he really had no reason to go to school this semester. As Laguna had suggested, Zell and Selphie did seem to be worried. Selphie called every night to make sure he was all right. Though she would never mention it to him, he could tell by her tone and the fact that she never mentioned Zell that something was wrong.

Zell had blamed himself to begin with. Squall's absence now couldn't be helping. If Zell figured out what had really happened he might just do something drastic. He wasn't really one known for keeping his temper in check. Squall knew he probably should have a word with and thank him for bringing his missed schoolwork to the house. Even with notes and textbooks though he really didn't understand a thing.

Suddenly Squall felt sick again. Everything was falling apart and he was letting it. What the hell was he supposed to do? If he told the police now…no…it was too late for that. Lately he had just been sleeping a lot. He knew his father was worried and he tried to appear in better spirits whenever he was around but Laguna was no idiot. Squall had never imagined he would be this much trouble. Taking a deep breath he moved onto his good side and closed his eyes. Yes, he had been doing a lot of sleeping lately. Lately his dreams had been preferable to real life.

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Squall kept his arms around Seifer's neck as he kissed him. It was deep and genuine. There were a million happy memories in that kiss, a childhood with his family, ice cream in the shade when it was hot out. It was like a world without reality, when Squall was young. Children were all friends before they became enamoured with their "superiors" and mimicked their animalistic cliques. As Squall's hands grazed wings he recalled collecting feathers and shells on the beach. He had relayed everything to Raine and his mother had accepted them gratefully though he would occasionally catch her replacing one or two back on the sand.

When had everything changed? When his mother had gotten sick? Maybe it was when she had finally passed on. She hadn't been able to work for the longest while. By the time she was gone Laguna was already on two more shifts than usual. Even so they were still struggling to get by. It was ironic really. Of all the doctors his mother had seen, none helped her. They were supposed to be the best and none of them had done a damn thing aside from sending them the bill once she was dead. It was ridiculous that they still had to pay them for just 'giving it their best'. Laguna had been in their debt for so long and now he had Squall's bills as well. They were going to loose their home again.

Desperately, Squall deepened the kiss, pulling Seifer closer. His peers had changed drastically the moment he had stepped into his middle school homeroom. How had his old friends gone from innocent and kind to this unbelievably hateful? It was as if they were just meeting Squall for the first time and he had never known them until now either. He was lucky to have the friends he had now…The ones he was loosing now…His friends though, they had each other. They loved him but not as they loved each other. That was the kind of love Squall needed most of all right now. That was the kind of love Seifer could give him.

Squall tensed as Seifer pulled back. He was laughing "Seifer," Squall frowned, sitting up after him "What is it?"

"I'm straight," Seifer laughed "You can only have me here. You can't ignore me Squall."

"What?" Squall shook his head "…Whatever…I don't like the real you. You know that. You're terrible as a person."

Seifer shrugged, wings folding against his back as he settled himself into a sitting position "But you like me."

Squall shook his head, kneeling and leaning forward. He put his hand Seifer's cheek "I think you're beautiful," He correcting, looking in to the same jade green eyes he had come to long for during his waking hours.

"You lust after me whether I'm in your dreams or in one of your classes, right?" Seifer smirked, putting a hand to the one at his cheek.

With a hesitant sort of smile, Squall nodded "I guess so…I used to…I'm not attracted to him at all now though…not anymore…"

"You can't ignore me Squall," Seifer pulled away and stood. He looked annoyed now and Squall only found himself confused.

"Seifer-" Squall stood as well, stepping forward and reaching out for him only to have the other step just out of his grasp "I haven't been ignoring you Seifer. I've been spending more time with you than ever this week. How can you say I've been ignoring you?…I need you…"

"But this isn't where I need you!" The angel before him was almost in a sort of panic now, his wings unfurled in evident annoyance as he put his hands to his face and shook his head "Don't ignore me Squall!"

"Seifer!" There was the slamming of a door from somewhere behind Squall. He looked back, startled. The corners of white in the room were steadily being stained black and as the darkness settled in around him, heavy footsteps began to sound. "Seifer what's-" He looked back to find Seifer retreating back into the shadows again. "Wait!" Squall cursed under his breath. He didn't want to go back yet…but hearing those footsteps drawing closer…Chills ran down the nape of Squall's neck and along his spine. He stumbled blindly after Seifer.

The footsteps were louder now, much louder. They had drowned out all other sound "Damnit Seifer, wait for me!" He was barely able to hear his own voice now but he could distinguish the pain-filled cries as the footsteps became more of a chaotic sort of cacophony. Squall was about to call out again when he stumbled forward, stepping on something slick "Ah-" He hit the ground hard, noting a dull splash as his knees and elbows connected. Squall placed his hands palm down on the cold marble floor, finding it warm now…and moist…and sticky. It was too dark to see what was going on but lying there, the blinded youth could only imagine what he was lying in. "Seifer?" He called out, quietly this time. Suddenly his own voice seemed very loud. The noise was gone but the darkness was not. He slid one arm forward in an attempt to prop himself up, instead he found his fingers wrapping around something light and soft. Feathers. He moved his hand up further. Bone. His chest seemed to hitch and he felt queasy "Seifer?"

When no answer came, Squall scrambled forward, running his hands up the wings. Gingerly, his hand traced the shape of these wings, outstretched arms, shoulders, then chest. "Seifer?" He repeated, his voice barely more than a whisper as he leaned forward, draping his body partially over the other's. He was desperate to feel anything that might prove his angel was alive. The relief that came over him as Seifer embraced him was quick to fade. The arms around him were shaky and weakening. Seifer's breath sounded the same as he tried to speak "This isn't where I need you Squall." He rasped.

Squall put a hand up to Seifer's cheek, leaning close to kiss him "What happened Seifer?" There was a metallic, bloodied sort of taste in his mouth now, nothing there to keep his mind preoccupied.

"You can't spend all your time here," He warned, his arms tensing as pain seemed to wrack through him

"There's no one out there for me Seifer," Squall kissed Seifer again, regardless of the taste "There's no reason for me to be out there right now."

In the darkness Seifer forced himself up, pushing Squall aside "I won't be here forever Squall "I was never meant to be here long…I don't have this sort of time to waste…Please Squall, don't ignore me until it's too late."

"What are you talking about?" Squall reached out again only to find that Seifer wasn't there. Suddenly he found himself worried, then panicked, then sick "Seifer!" He leaned out, feeling for anything, feathers, bone, the presence of Seifer's body. Instead, something grabbed him. A painfully strong hand gripped his arm and pulled him back. Had he been able to see he would have had a clear view of whatever was there. It was taller than Seifer, rougher. Squall realized this was what he had been running from and desperately tried to free his arm "Let go!" He ordered, only to immediately regret his choice of words. The grip on his arm tightened and quite suddenly jerked him forward. He felt himself loose his balance again. Suddenly he was falling and just as suddenly he had jerked upright in bed.

Squall was gasping for breath though upon realizing where he was and that he was finally awake, slowly laid back. His head was spinning from sitting up so quickly. His arm was aching as well but he was sure it was simply all the tossing his had done and it's effect of his bad wrist. His dreams hadn't ended this badly in some time.

With a few uneasy breaths, Squall leaned over and pulled his chair closer to the bed. He groaned as he put pressure on his "good" arm. He had been in this house for far too long. It was having its effects on his energy level now. Squall wasn't about to admit that it was depression, not even to himself, but he couldn't deny that he needed a change…and a shower…Squall decided the latter should come first. Well, perhaps a shower was out of the question but he was pretty sure he could manage a bath on his own.

After gathering a change of clothes Squall maneuvered his wheelchair into the bathroom, a bit annoyed to find the sink made the room a bit too narrow. He was trying to work out the best way to get from his wheelchair, across the linoleum, and to the bathtub when heard a car pull up. Surely Laguna wasn't home yet. Maybe it was Zell. Squall pushed himself back from the wall and moved back down the hallway to the front door. From there he pulled back the blinds.

A car was stopped on the street but it wasn't Zell's. This car was far nicer than Zell's and while the driver at Squall's mailbox was indeed blonde, it was far taller than he recalled Zell ever being. Squall rolled his eyes and went to the door, unlocking and opening it "So what!" He shouted from the opening "You're stealing my mail now too!"

Seifer looked up startled. He seemed to consider getting back into the car before opening the mailbox again and removing all of the contents. He carried them up to the porch, stopping before the front door and the young man in the wheel chair "I assumed you were asleep. You hadn't come out yet," He tossed the mail carelessly into Squall's lap and turned to leave.

Squall watched him walking away and noted that the cast on his arm was one of the temporary ones now. He would likely be taking it off soon. Even if the break hadn't been terrible it was still a rather harsh reminder as to how much school Squall must have missed. With a dismissive sigh he looked down to his lap. The letter on top was addressed from the hospital, another bill Squall was sure of that. There were more bills beneath it, some junk mail offering a million dollars for magazine subscriptions, a postcard about scented candles, and beneath that one of the manila folders Zell had left at his house daily. Squall blinked in realization "Seifer!" He put the mail back on his lap, moving forward a bit more and onto the front porch "Come back here."

Seifer gave a rather obvious groan before facing Squall again "What?" He grumbled "I'm not welcome here, I know. I just didn't trust that friend of yours so I came myself, okay?"

Squall wasn't sure what he meant by that and didn't bother to ask He should have known the hand writing hadn't been Zell's "You copied my notes for me." It wasn't a question. "Come inside." Squall backed up the chair and headed back inside, not entirely sure that Seifer would follow.

Seifer didn't follow immediately "What?" He grumbled from the hallway, spying Squall going into the open kitchen "You want me to make dinner for you too now?"

That was as good an excuse as any "I haven't eaten anything all day. As long as you're here you could make me a sandwich or something. The on that shelf there. I can't reach it."

Seifer stared at him incredulously for a moment. Squall had to smile inwardly at this. Habit was telling Seifer to send a little verbal abuse Squall's way but he only seemed uncomfortable now. Standing there he looked so familiar, wearing a black shirt and half-length off-white jacket. Though he wore one occasionally, Seifer had never really taken to the letterman jackets worn by the other jocks and Squall had to admit he looked much better like this. If there was on thing the bastard was in was beautiful…and despite the number of times he might mentally deny it…those eyes were the same jade green he had become so familiar with. Squall looked away from the other, moving back into the hall "I'm going to take a bath."

"I thought you wanted a sandwich," Seifer sounded annoyed again, unsure of why he was here to begin with.

"I do," Squall said from the hallway "Just make it and I'll be back in a second. Watch television if you're attention span gives out that quickly," He heard more grumbling, which he assumed was affirmative. With a sigh he went to the bathroom again and, leaving the wheel chair at the door, considered whether to lean against the sink basin or lower himself to the floor. He knew he probably couldn't stand even if he put his weight on the sink. Currently his legs were still fairly useless. The floor though? That was so demeaning. Squall did still have his pride after all.

Squall supposed that he might as well try. Taking a deep breath he rested both hands on the basin, favoring his uninjured side. He did his best to put all his weight on his arms as leaned forward. Though the effort made him unsteady he was pleased to find that everything seemed to be going well so far. Unfortunately he had failed to realize that the sink was slick and as he put a bit more weight on his grip there he suddenly fell. His shoulder hit the corner of the sink hard as he dropped to his side. He didn't recall crying out but he must have. The next thing he heard were the footsteps of someone running and the next thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a very concerned looking Seifer, moving the wheelchair out of the way and dropping to his knees beside him "Are you all right?"

It was difficult for Squall not to say something smart. There was genuine concern in Seifer's voice that he couldn't ignore "I'm fine…I just slipped…" He tried to push himself up again only to slip again when he realized his good shoulder was quite sore now.

"Careful," Seifer caught him before he could fall again and Squall managed to push himself off the other and into a sitting position. This was all a bit embarrassing and it was comforting that Seifer either hadn't taken notice of this fact or was simply ignoring it. "I don't see how the hell you've been doing this on your own," He stood and went to the bathtub. There he took a seat on the edge and switched the water on.

Squall watched him without much expression "It takes me a little while but I manage just fine. What are you doing?"

"You're the one who invited me in Squall. I'm running the water, I assumed that was obvious," Seifer rolled his eyes as he kneeled down in the floor again, reaching for the hem of Squall's shirt.

This time the smaller young man had little control over the startled pitch of his voice "What are you doing!" He repeated more urgently, flinching away warily.

Seifer only seemed annoyed and put one hand to the small of Squall's back, keeping him from backing away any further "Relax, I get changed around a dozen other guys in a locker room every other day. You don't have anything I haven't seen or anything I'm even interested in for that matter. This is just faster."

Squall considered this for a moment. That had all been slightly insulting but it did make sense. It wasn't as if he hadn't been nude around Seifer before, perhaps not in the waking world but it at least gave him a bit of confidence "Fine," He conceded at last, moving his arms as Seifer helped him with his shirt. The bruises were gone but the lacerations from the fall had scarred by now. It seemed Seifer hadn't been prepared for this and Squall noticed that his pace slowed significantly as he slid his pants from his waist. There was so much guilt there and for once Squall felt the urge to alleviate some of that "The only thing that really hurts anymore is my wrist and that will heal in no time you know…Seifer…?" Squall smiled slightly amused to see that it was Seifer who, contrary to what he had assured the other, seemed very uncomfortable right now. He was attempting to keep his eyes on the floor which made the matter of successfully removing Squall's pants complete very tedious. "Seifer," Squall repeated, startling the other this time "Just help me into the bathtub, will you?"

Hearing Squall's voice seemed to draw Seifer's attention back to the present. He nodded, muttering something unfamiliar that seemed to be somewhere between "Yes" and "Whatever". He was able to use his arm in the cast to some extent as he lifted Squall once more.

Squall wrapped his arms around Seifer, pressing his lithe body to the other's chest as he did so. He didn't want to put too much weight on the other's still healing arm "You're cast is coming off soon?" He asked, more to take Seifer's mind off the situation than to initiate a conversation.

"Ah?…Oh…yeah, it is," Seifer lowered Squall into the warm bath water then quickly dropped back into a sitting position in the opposite direction "This cast is a temporary one. The doctor said it only needed to be on for a week and that I could take it off myself. I'm not supposed to play football for a little while but I'm sure the coach can find a way around that.

"What?" Squall raised his head up from the water after wetting his hair "If the doctor said you shouldn't play you probably…shouldn't play…" He said to Seifer's back, surprised at himself for being so talkative. What had gotten in to him today? Perhaps it was because of all those dreams. He suddenly felt as if he and Seifer were much closer than they really were. It would likely be wise to keep his guard up just in case. Squall wasn't known for being an open book.

"No, I need the scholarship," Seifer seemed more relaxed now that he could focus his attention on something other than the fact that a young man he knew to be gay was nude and in the same room.

Squall made a point not to be polite as he spoke up once more "I knew you wouldn't get into college on grades alone unless the teachers are fixing that for you…though I did assume you had enough money to get into any school you wanted…"

To his surprise and partially to his disappointment, Seifer didn't overreact "I have better grades than you at the moment," He countered smugly "I'm no honor roll student but my grades are mine…except for math…I'm really not so sure about that. Oh, you have a report in Literature by the end of this week."

Squall was silent for a moment, not sure whether he should be offended or curious "What is it on?"

"You were supposed to have read several books by now but I bet you blew that off too…The report is on Oscar Wilde…" Seifer stood now, going for the towel hanging on the wrack two feet away "You really didn't read anything I sent you did you?"

Indeed Squall hadn't read anything by Wilde. He had barely even glanced at the work that arrived in his mailbox every day. "Not really," Squall admitted as he rinsed himself off. He looked up to Seifer as the other kneeled down again, this time facing the bathtub "And you did?"

Seifer only shrugged in response "It doesn't matter if you don't plan on going back to school," He held out the towel "Hurry up. You said it wouldn't take long."

"Hold on," Squall rung the moisture from his hair then took the towel. Once his arms were dry he wrapped them around Seifer's neck without any instruction to do so. Seifer didn't seem taken aback. He wrapped the towel around Squall's back, keeping himself dry as he moved him to his chair. He tossed Squall another towel so that he could keep the chair dry with the one he was sitting on presently. "Thanks," Squall dried himself off and motioned for Seifer to bring his change of clothes closer "How are your friends doing?" He asked, almost conversationally as the other set his clothing within reach.

Seifer only shrugged dismissively "I haven't been spending much time with them lately," As far as Squall could tell, his tone was honest "I haven't been at practice lately so I really haven't had much reason to…You know, that friend of yours…Zell, did you tell him anything?"

Squall shook his head "No. Why?" He asked, pulling his pants, thankful when Seifer used one hand to steady the chair and the other to help hold him up by the small of the back.

"It seems like he hates me…Well, more than just the usual dislike, you know?…I think he's putting two and two together," Seifer released Squall and handed him his shirt

"I haven't told him anything," Squall nearly snapped the words that time as he yanked his shirt on over his head.

"Then maybe you should," Seifer snapped back "Keeping this sort of thing from him only makes it worse. You're even more of an idiot than I originally thought if you don't think you should tell him."

"I can't!" Now dressed, yet still wet, Squall was yelling "You don't know Zell! He would try…something without thinking…I can't do that to him!" Squall shook his head. "I can't do this to Selphie and I can't do this to Laguna…He already has so much to worry about he doesn't need to worry about me too…He still has mother's bills to pay and now mine…He can't…damnit-" Squall hastily wiped his eyes. Of all the people to see him like this, it had to be Seifer. Hadn't he seen enough already? Squall was about to move into the hallway and back down the hall when he realized that he was in a close embrace. Seifer's arms weren't restraining him. He could have pulled away with only the slightest effort. He didn't want to pull away. Despite what Seifer had done to him it had been a long time since he had felt this safe.

Squall buried his face in Seifer's shoulder, trying to mask the fact that he was crying now rather unsuccessfully. Something told him that Seifer wasn't going to give him any grief regarding this fact. He only found it laughably ironic that the only person to successfully comfort him had been the same person responsible for his misfortune in the first place. He wrapped his arms around the other as Seifer pulled him from the chair and further into his arms. Squall was vaguely aware of being carried to the sofa By this time he had been reluctant to release Seifer at all. To his relief Seifer never left his side. He continued to hold Squall close. The smaller brunette in his arms knew what Seifer was expecting, that eventually he would begin to yell out accusations or demand he leave. Even if it was partially Seifer's fault Squall didn't feel much like continuing to blame him. At the moment all he really felt like doing was crying. Disregarding how pathetic it must have seemed, currently it was all he could really manage and now he couldn't quite seem to stop.

It felt like ages when he finally pulled away from Seifer and wiped his eyes dry. "Sorry," He muttered hastily though he felt a great deal better now, not embarrassed in the least just yet. When he received no immediate response, however, he looked up. "Seifer?" He smirked as he realized that the young man beside him was fast asleep, supported partially by the sofa cushions and partially by himself. How long had they been like this? Squall glanced to the window, surprised to find that it was dark. He glanced to the clock. It wasn't too late. Laguna wasn't due home for several more hours. There wasn't anywhere he could go without his wheelchair, not without waking Seifer up. That seemed a bit cruel even by Squall's standards. As much as he wanted to hate Seifer he had to admit that he was trying his very best to apologize. It wouldn't be enough but what would be? With a sigh Squall moved back on the sofa, slowly lying down so that Seifer was lying down as well now.

Seifer didn't stir. He groaned slightly, moving partially onto his side so that he was now facing Squall, but didn't wake. He would always resemble the angel from Squall's dreams but right now…right now Squall was truly reminded of why he was finding it progressively easier to forgive the other…They were so similar in appearance, it was difficult to swallow that this was the same monster who had nearly gotten him killed. It wasn't on purpose, he reminded himself though it helped very little. Squall barely realized that his hand had moved to Seifer's cheek. He looked like an angel. Squall traced the shape of his face, fingertips grazing the line of his cheekbones before he leaned in closer. He could be kind. Perhaps the guilt had helped aide that but there had to be kindness somewhere for even guilt to have this sort of effect on him. Yes, Seifer was salvageable.

Squall pressed his lips to Seifer's careful not to wake him. He pulled away when the other stirred. That had been a stupid move on Squall's part. Even friendship was an unlikely outcome of this. Anything more was reserved for dreams and dreams alone.

To Squall's relief Seifer remained asleep. He only shifted slightly, pulling Squall into his arms. It took some effort for Squall not to react adversely and even more of an effort to figure out exactly how to react. At last he decided that he might as well get a bit of sleep while he was stuck here. Not that he needed the rest but what else was there to do at the moment? Squall rested his head against Seifer's chest once more and closed his eyes. From here he could hear Seifer's heartbeat and the warmth of being back in his arms. His angel had had none of this physical presence. Perhaps there was something to being with a waking Seifer after all.

Soon Squall fell asleep.

For once, in a long while, he didn't dream.

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Squall opened his eyes as he felt the arms around him pull away. Seifer's eyes were open but he seemed confused. He was in those first few disoriented moments of waking in unfamiliar surroundings. Squall sat up first, glancing to the window and then the clock. Laguna would be home soon. "It's late," He commented casually "You should probably be getting h-"

"What!"

Squall jumped as Seifer got to his feet, looking to the window, then around for a clock before paling considerably "Shit," He cursed, searching his pockets for his keys "Why didn't you wake me up!"

"I didn't know there was somewhere you needed to be," Squall countered defensively.

"Well there was!" He went back to searching his pockets.

Squall watched the other, confused. He seemed completely on edge. Seifer rarely lost his cool quite like this "You put them on the kitchen counter. What are you la-" He was cut off by the slam of the door. Shortly after he heard a car start outside and the squeal of tires. Perhaps angelic qualities were a bit much to hope for. On the other hand maybe Seifer was late for something that was actually important. At least something important enough that he would leave Squall stranded on the sofa with his wheelchair at the other end of the house. Well, there was nothing he could do about it now and Laguna would be home shortly. Reaching forward, Squall took the remote control and switched on the television ignoring how hungry he was at the moment. Seifer could have at least finished making him that sandwich.

A/N: This wasn't beta'd so I apologize for errors. I hope everyone had a Happy Samhein/Halloween/All Hallows Eve/Dia de Los Muertos/politically correct holiday of choice. Holiday celebrations was one reason this was a bit late, the other reason was that I was as sick as a dog for three days -.-. Yep, my first flu-like sickness of the season. It was great fun. Well I hope this chapter was enjoyable -. It wasn't quite as short as the previous chapter.