A/N: lol..ok all those wonderfully nice reviews requesting ever so nicely to update..(cough) not really (cough) lol. I kinda felt bad for leaving such a cruel cliffie..so thought I'd update early just this once...since I've already written up to chapter 20 hehehehe...

There was only hope left. Like there is hope in everything else; in love, in life and in each other. When you love somebody who doesn't have the will to speak no more, hope is there too. In every corner of life, hope is always there. If we do not hope, we do not wish and if we do not wish, we do not dream. Without dreams, life is nothing. As the list continued on further, Tifa stared longingly at the body that lay limp on the bed. His chest rose and fell slowly, causing his arm that sat on it to move up and down each time. It felt like an eternity ago that she heard his soft voice. Granted a day of his current state was long. She gently held her stomach and smiled warmly after a few bubbles emerged from deep within. Smiling briefly at the feeling she placed her hand gently over her stomach.

Her eyes glanced over to the other bed to see the familiar Turk hunched over a smaller body. Yuffie had been severely hit by that creature in the head, although the doctors said she would be fine, nothing was good enough for the Turk. He was simply mortified at her state. She too hadn't awakened since the day before. She watched curiously at the Turk who's head was slowly dipping every now and then. He hadn't slept in almost 24 hours. Sometimes, it was just hard to believe that he was a Turk. His love for Yuffie was unlike any Turk she had seen before. He had a heart. Enemy or not, he would be more to Yuffie, more than he was last time. He was never an enemy. Just an unfriendly friend acquaintance. Not too soon later, his red head fell onto the bed beside Yuffie's hand. Subconsciously he nuzzled his nose against her hand and later fell to sleep.

"You should rest," the dog creature alike came to sit beside her chair.

"Where's Cait Sith?" Tifa asked quietly.

"He's with the others, sleeping," The dog creature alike creature smiled, "You should sleep too."

"I know I should," her expression lowered as she leaned forward taking Cloud's still hand. "But, if he wakes up. I want to be the first person he sees."

"Wouldn't he want you to rest?"

She kept silent and drew her hand back. "I love him so much Red," she fought the tears. "If there is no state of survival, I wouldn't know how to go on."

"Yes you do," Red answered and nestled at her hand. "I've known you to stay strong for him, even at the time when you loved him and he didn't."

"That isn't the same," she answered and moved back.

Red nodded, "Don't forget Tifa that no matter what you do or wherever he goes. There is always a part of him that remains with you."

She turned her head to the dog creature alike, "And what's that?" she asked.

"Your child," Red answered.

Tifa gasped softly and mentally kicked herself for not even thinking about their child. Looking down to the small bump on her stomach she brushed her finger tips over it and nodded. "I'll sleep here Red, right here beside him," she said.

"As long as you sleep," he looked over to the Turk and smiled. "I see the Turk has a responsibility now?"

She glanced toward where the Turk sat uncomfortably sprawled out over the chair. "Yeah, Their great together though."

"They are," Red added. He stood up and gave her a smile before walking back out the room.

The room was silent again as she watched over Cloud. He lay peacefully sleeping.

"Hmm..Yuffie," the Turk spoke in his sleep.

Tifa smirked, and shook her head at the dreaming Turk. She stood up with the support of the bed, then turned and slipped into the bed beside Cloud's. Their child grew bigger each day now and pretty soon she would be hitting her third month. Resting her head on her hand she glanced over at him, hoping he would open his eyes. When he didn't she sighed and went to sleep. The night took over and did its duty. Without night, peace will never reign in the land. We would all continuously stay awake.

She slept dreadfully on that bed. Her dreams haunted by Cloud. There were so many questions. Like whether he would wake up? Or if he remains like this forever? Wouldn't he want to see their child growing up? All she wanted, was to let him hold their child just once. To lock eyes between father and child would be her only desire. If only he would wake.

As the moon drifted down near the horizon, the eyes of the familiar Wutian opened. She glanced around the room at the little light that seeped through the window. It wasn't entirely morning, yet it wasn't night either.

"Seventh Heaven?" she said softly. She noticed Cloud and Tifa on the other side of the room and then glanced down to see what her hand was so firmly grasped by.

A smile hit her lips when she realized who it was. He slept peacefully sprawled out on that chair beside her bed. It was a wonder how he could sleep in such a position. His reddish hair was slightly messy at the back, with edges poking out to the sides. His hand was laced with hers so tightly that if she fell he would catch her immediately. Did he truly care for her so much?

"What happened?" She mumbled to herself. Her hand flew to her head when a sharp pain entered her brain. Wincing softly flashes of the battle came to her.

"..Yuffie?"

"Vincent?"

"You're hurt," he took her in his arms and led them out of the broken building.

"Take her," Vincent said to someone.

She felt herself being pushed into a warmer pair of arms. One that seem so familiar yet she just couldn't put her finger on it. She remembered this arms; it was as though as if she had been in this exact position before.

Looking down at Reno she realized it was him who held her. He whispered her name endlessly and shed a tear when she didn't response. It was him who had carried her through the forest, and in the battle when she was struck down. It was him. It always was. Turk or no Turk, Reno would always be just Reno to her. It was him who handed his hand to her when she felt down. It was him, always him.

"Yuffie?" a soft whisper startled her for a moment.

Shaking her thoughts away she focused and saw a pair of worried eyes staring back at her. He gasped and before she knew it, his arms were thrown around her shoulders. "Yuffie you're awake," he gasped quietly. Pressing endless kisses to her cheek, he sent each kiss down her neck and back to her lips.

"What's with you? How long exactly was I sleeping for?" she asked worriedly, slightly amused at his crazed state.

"Just a day, and that's enough," he said into her shoulder. "I saw your face Yuffie, I held you. I thought you died, you were so still," he choked the last word.

She smiled briefly and touched his face, "I'm not dead right?"

He nodded.

"So don't cry Reno," she brushed his cheek softly.

He stared at her blankly and held his tears back like she had asked nicely. After a while he let out a long sigh and settled back on his chair, still holding her hand tightly. His eyes gazed onto hers and then softly he smiled.

"I fell in love with my enemy," he told her and smiled again.

She smiled warmly and nodded. Her eyes grew weary and quietly she let a yawn escape her lips.

Reno smiled down to her and leaned in to press a kiss at her forehead. "Go to sleep Yuffie, I'll be here in the morning."

She nodded without any protest and shut her eyes.

He watched as her breathing evened. What made him grow to love something so much? It was when he battled and saw her limp body that made him question his life. Was it really all worth it without her anymore? Would he…? End his life? Just to be with her?

In his entire life, he had never come across such a woman like Yuffie before. They were all flirty and giggle. Always mingling with him and getting what they wanted. But Yuffie, she was different. She had the ability to make him blush with warmth and his heart filled with a million hugs. Just a touch of her finger on his arm made him want to melt, and when he kissed her, his knees always seem to buckle. Why? Was this love? Love? Who ever knew he could love? What was this love? He had tried so hard to never let this creature of a woman get so close and yet, he now found himself worrying over a girl. It was like his heart was no longer in his chest but with her.

Shaking his restless thoughts away he looked down at her peaceful form and smiled warmly. Maybe it was time he settled down with someone and treasure her like the very idol of his life. She was after all his meaning of life now. Without her by his side, he simply couldn't think of living. What would he do? He couldn't bare touch another woman like he held her. She was special, and he would swear never to do or touch another woman if it were not Yuffie.

"Goodnight Yuffie," he took her warm hand and pressed a kiss on it. "I love you so much, that you just couldn't possibly imagine," he whispered and nestled his face into her hand.

With the steady breathing and quiet sounds around him, he felt his world dissolving and the dreams starting to appear. And so he fell asleep yet again on the chair. Although it was uncomfortable in that position, he simply couldn't bring himself to leave her side. There was however a bed not too far away, but he simply couldn't and was already half way to sleepy land.

At least Yuffie would smile when she wakes up and see him sleeping there. As long as she's smiling, all the pain doesn't matter anymore.

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"Whats the matter Denzel?" Marlene's quiet voice surrounded the small room.

He stood leaning against the window with his eyes fixed upon the statue of a praying woman.

"Tell her..tell her to have hope."

He blinked away and pushed the thought out of his head. If only he hadn't told them that their friends were falling in the battle. If only he had kept his mouth shut, then maybe Tifa wouldn't be in this sadden situation. She smiles, but does she smile in her heart? Yuffie woke up so that's all good, but what about Cloud?

"This was my last battle, it's up to you know."

"Even if I wished and prayed, it still wouldn't make him wake up," Denzel muttered angrily.

"Denzel," Marlene mumbled and slipped her hand into his. "We just need hope."

Denzel looked away, "Even hope isn't enough anymore."

"Yes it is," she said sternly. "There is nothing else stronger in this world than hope. It is what keeps our hearts alive. Hope is to have a wish or for something to happen or to be true," she paused before continuing in a softer tone, "Hope is loving someone and waiting for them to love in return."

His eyes blinked away and he turned to her. "Hope?"

She smiled and nodded.