See... I'm still writing these... It just takes me a while to get back to it, cuz I have so many others, and life getting in the way. But don't worry. This one ESPECIALLY will be finished.

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They climbed for what felt like forever. There had been a load of ruckus behind them, when the hole was discovered. Anticipating some form of retribution. However, the noise had died down some time ago, but there was still no way of knowing what they were up to. Now the only sounds were the two's heavy breathing as they trudged up through the interiors of the wall. Using studs for footholds and trying to worm their way through the wiring crisscrossing the walls.

Soon, Sephiroth stopped, clinging to one of the beams to keep himself from slipping. He laid his head against the cool steel, trying to catch his breath. Vincent pulled up next to him, (He'd been under him in case he fell.) laying a hand across his head. "Come on, Seph. We can't stop now."

"But it feels like we've been climbing for months." Seph whined, adjusting his position to sit down on a nearby beam.

Vincent just smiled, settling onto another one. "Come now, that's an exaggeration."

"Where are we anyway?" Sephiroth looked around, eyes still just barely adjusting to the darkness, seeing as how small creeps of light enabled him to focus fully.

"No clue." Vincent brushed the sweat from his brow, finally realizing how much his breathing echoed in the small area. His eyes turned upwards, trying to see how far up they still had to go. He sighed, since there was no chance of knowing. "Tell ya what." Vincent stood back up, swinging around on one of the beams, and positioned himself to continue climbing. "I'll go on ahead, and see if I can scout out where we are. Maybe there's another way to get higher."

"No!" Sephiroth lunged forward and clamped onto his leg. At first Vincent thought he'd fallen, and soon realized that he probably would have if he'd missed. "Don't leave me here. I don't want to be alone."

It took him a bit, but Vincent was finally able to force a smile. He settled back down, tracing a hand against the side of his face. "It'll be ok, Seph. I won't go too far, and you'll be safe here."

Sephiroth grabbed his hand. "No, I won't. You heard them down there, they already know we're in the wall. What if they find me and you're still gone?"

"Ok, then. If you're that scared, then you can just co-" Vincent felt his ear twitch, drawing his attention to the wall.

Sephiroth followed his gaze, then looked back to Vincent. "What's-"

Vincent's hand snapped over his mouth, pulling him closer into him. "Shh."

Sephiroth's ears strained to hear what was happening, and soon it became clear that there were people on the other side of the wall. They seemed to be trying to stay quiet, but there was a clear sound of their shoes on the ground. They had been whispering to each other, but stopped shortly, probably having figured that they were discovered.

There was an eternity of tense silence, from both sides. Sephiroth could feel Vincent's heart pounding against his back. His head gently slid out from under his hand, turning his eyes up to the stern expression on the older man's face. He was trying to think of something. He would think of something. Vincent would get them out of there. He just knew it. Sephiroth wanted to ask if he had any idea, but there was more noises on the other side. More footsteps were crowding the area, and a dull murmur seeped through the walls. Evidently, the ShinRa personal knew they had been found out, and weren't trying as hard to hide their presence.

The small hands gripping his arm, brought Vincent's attention back to the small child trembling in his arms. His mind raced to form some kind of solution. They could always start climbing again, but the acoustics inside the wall were nearly visual even to him. Who knows how they reverberated on the outside. Also, knowing the enemy as he did, there was an even better chance the Turks, or whoever was out there were flanking the next few floors above and below them. Depending on how fast they implemented their plan, they might not clear the danger zone in time. A low voice seemed to respond to his thoughts, making his eyes flick around to take in the surroundings as quickly as he could. Carefully, Vincent pried Sephiroth's hands off of him, and placed them on a nearby beam. Just over his head. He could tell by the green eyes that flicked around frantically, Sephiroth wasn't too clear on what was going on. Vincent placed his lips close to his ear, whispering, "Can you pull yourself up there?"

"What?" Sephiroth gasped, and Vincent shushed him again.

"Can you?"

"I-I think so, but."

"Just trust me." Vincent was trying to keep quiet, and stop Sephiroth from speaking. He wasn't as good at keeping his voice low. It's a good thing he was usually pretty good at dealing with children, in these types of situations. Not as good as his partner, but still pretty decent. At least he learned to be.

Sephiroth still wasn't sure what was going to happen, and was still shaken, but he did trust Vincent. Without any further arguments, Sephiroth pulled himself on up to sit on the beam over their heads, with Vincent pushing up on his feet.

With Sephiroth firmly in place, Vincent placed his ear to the wall, listening intently for any signs of movement. As his hearing adjusted against the wood grain, he slowly started to make out what was being plotted. There was obvious shuffling, and subtle hints of mutters. Something about a... battering ram? Maybe?

Something curled Vincent's lips into a vicious smirk. His right palm laid flat against the wooden interior, the left, pressing its knuckles against the wall. Somehow he could see them. The positions of the four men on the other side of the wall, and the small battering ram they held between them. Judging by the sound of their steps, he seemed to know how tall they stood, even the weight of the ram. Closing his eyes, Vincent drew back his fist. Sephiroth eyes widen at the sight of another flare of what seemed like violet fire surrounded his fist. He clutched tighter to a beam that was perpendicular to the one he was perched on.

Quietly, Vincent waited for it. The small sound of a shift, to show when they'd swing their ram. A creak, and Vincent's golden eyes snapped open again. He growled, slamming his punch into the wall, at the point of contact where they had weakened the wall from the other side. Though his force was stronger.

Caught in the weight of the swing, none of them could even attempt to get out of the way of the shock-wave and debris that flew out at them. Vincent leaped out of the hole, knocking down the remaining men that were still standing after the blast. His eyes having retained their natural crimson hue. Satisfied, that they were subdued, Vincent turned back to Sephiroth. He leaned through the hole, holding out his arms. "Jump!"

Only a seconds hesitation, and Sephiroth slid from his perch and settled into Vincent's arms, who spun around and ran down the corridor.

Another wave of men closed in on them. Low class peons in the company, but there were still a lot of them. With a kind of strength that neither of them really understood, the ex-Turk was able to hold the small child securely against him, and take down any opposing forces that stood in their way.

After a good while of running, Vincent started to realize something was differently familiar. He stopped, looking around. It became apparent that the floor under his feet was no longer tiled, but carpet. There were wooden doors lining the hall, as well as a very exquisite selection of paintings and wallpaper.

"What's wrong?"

"I know this place."

"What?"

Joy spread through him at the realization. "I know where we are."

Voices behind them showed that they had to hurry. Vincent glanced back, then broke into a dead run. He really did know these halls. They were in ShinRa. Freedom was so close he could almost taste it. But then what? This kid was too valuable to them. There was no way they were going to stop hunting them down. Plus there was the undoubted fact that Hojo now wanted him dead.

They needed somewhere to hide and a more extensive plan to keep Sephiroth away from them.

He needed help, but from where?

A thought clicked in his head. It was a long shot, but there was still a shot. However, the question still stood on whether or not he could risk it with Sephiroth.

He had to. There was no way he could keep doing this on his own. Groaning at his own helplessness, Vincent took a rather sharp, seemingly last second, turn and made his way to an elevator. Thinking how stupid this probably was, he jabbed the call button, looking fervently down the hall. "Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncome on."

When it finally came, Vincent threw Sephiroth in first and hit for the top floor. Or at least as high as this elevator went.

He sighed slumping against the wall.

Sephiroth looked fascinated by the buttons for a moment, then turned to looked at Vincent. "Why are we in an elevator? This seems a little obvious for them to catch us, isn't it?"

Vincent stared at him, a bit shocked that he seemed to be thinking the same thing he was. Soon, he just slumped to the ground and laughed. "Because, I'm tired."

"But-"

Vincent held a finger up to his lips, cutting off any further protests. "Let me delude myself for a moment, and believe that I actually know what I'm doing."

Sephiroth took a moment to take in what he said, then his shoulders slumped. "You don't know what you're doing, do you?"

An almost mad grin spread across Vincent's face. "I'm starting to doubt that I ever did."

Noting the worry in those big green eyes, Vincent laughed, holding his arms out to him. "Come here." Sephiroth crossed over to him, sliding his arms around Vincent's waist. Vincent stroked a hand over his head. "Don't worry so much. I know what I need to do, I'm just a little fuzzy on the finer details."

"And the idea of the elevator?"

"I need to get up to the Turk commissioner's office. And these elevators are the only way of getting up there."

"Oh... wait." Sephiroth sat up, his eyes widened in confusion. "Why are we going up to the Turk commissioner's office?"

Vincent debated on telling him for a short while. His resolve quickly landed on the notion that he would find out eventually. It'd be no good to hide it from him. "I want to find a file that's stored in his office. I'm going to try to find someone that can help us."

Sephiroth didn't seem to like this idea. "Someone else?"

"It's ok." Vincent didn't think he would like the idea of having a third party come into their little group. He ran a hand through his hair, giving the thin shoulder a firm squeeze. "He can help us." A glint of concern flitted across Vincent's eyes. "If he's in a position to, that is."

Sephiroth peered up at Vincent. He looked sad. Did something bad happen to his friend? He reached up and brushed a hand over his cheek. Trying to wipe that sad look from Vincent's face. When Vincent glanced down at him, Sephiroth smiled.

Vincent smiled in return, and nodded. "We're going to be ok." He wasn't completely Sure of it himself, but it was always good to stay positive...

Right?

It was at that moment that an alarm echoed through the building, a red light flashing as the elevator shuddered to a halt. A voice sounded over the intercom: "Attention all ShinRa personnel. There is an escaped fugitive loose inside of the building. The suspect is assumed to be unarmed, but highly dangerous. Proceed with caution. Orders are to kill on sight, without harming the child that is with him. All hands are to report to active duty to assist in the capture of this man."

At the order of 'kill on sight' Sephiroth clung tighter to Vincent. Vincent groaned, hitting his head back against the wall. His lips still slightly curled in a wicked grin. "Great. Just great. Now what?" His brain reeled, half expecting the elevator to start going down at any moment. It was then that his eyes landed on the paneled ceiling of the elevator. "Ok. I'll just have to do this the hard way." He got to his feet and stood up on the railing to reach the ceiling. He was standing in the corner, one hand propped on the ceiling, to keep himself up, having to lean on a precarious angle to reach the paneling. The panels came off quite easily, and Vincent looked around the dark shaft. A bit surprised at his own flexibility, he pulled himself on up through. His feet hooked around the cable holding the elevator, and leaned back down, holding a hand down to Sephiroth.

The small child climbed up onto the handrail as well, and reached up for Vincent's hand. A sudden scrape against the steel door of the elevator dragged his attention to it. The doors started to separate. As though pried open from the other side.

Vincent snapped his fingers. "Hurry!" Sephiroth reached out for his hand, allowing him to pull him on up. Vincent settled the small child on top of the elevator, and slid the panel back in place. He went to work fiddling with the mechanism along the wall, right under where the door would be. They could hear a small cluster of people filing in below. There were mutters of confusion. Unsure of where their target had disappeared to.

"What are you doing?"

"There should be a fail-safe mechanism to open the door from the inside. Unless they changed this procedure... then..."

"You idiots!" A voice boomed through the confusion. The hiss surrounding as though it were coming through a radio. "They've gone through the ceiling! Get your asses in gear and go after them!"

"Shit." Vincent growled. Having cameras all over the building used to help him find anyone who dared to break in. Now he was kinda starting to feel bad for them. It really sucked being on this side of it. Vincent hissed as a small shower of sparks burned his fingers, and the door just above his shoulders opened. They could hear scrambling as the troupe below started to work on the paneling they had crawled through. Vincent lifted Sephiroth through the door first, and started to climb up. At least he tried to, but one of them had made it up and grabbed his leg, dragging him back down into the elevator.

Sephiroth dropped to his knees, trying to reach out for his hand, but missed. "Vincent!"

After of fair bit of wrestling for dominance, two rather large guards pinned Vincent against the back wall. They both had firm grips on his arms, shoulders forced back into the wall. The impact knocked his head into a slight daze. Attention brought fully back with the click of a handgun in his face. "Try anything funny and your brains will decorate this wall."

Vincent smirked. "Look at you, trying to be a badass." His voice slid out in a soft silky growl. "What's the point in threatening me? I already know you have orders to kill me. So go ahead." His eyes started to ting a pale violet color. Giving them a near psychotic gleam. Emphasized by the low angle of his head. The dark sheet of hair falling over one eye. "Shoot me."

A collective chill rushed through the guards. Even the ones holding him momentarily loosened their grip. The man with the gun held his hand strong. "Don't test me."

"Do it."

The guards eyes narrowed. A tense dull muttering started behind him. Some wanted to bolt. Others might possibly have recognized him as a former colleague. Even still, all were scared.

The grin, on Vincent's face, melted into a sneer. "Come on. Shoot me."

"Shut up."

"SHOOT ME!"

"VINCENT!"

Vincent's head snapped up to Sephiroth. Ignoring the continued muttering at the sound of his name. "What are you doing? Run!"

"But-"

"Just run. I'll be right behind ya." The wicked grin turned back to the guard with the gun trained on him.

The guard scoffed. "I don't know what you think your going to do, but you-"

Vincent's smirk turned a touch sweeter, making those violet eyes gleam up at him again. "I think I can even take you out with his strength. Heha At least show him how to use it."

"What?"

Vincent's leg snapped up and kicked the gun arm. The sudden movement startled him into shooting the man on Vincent's left. With him gone, his free hand grasped the railing for leverage, and swung the man to his right into the wall, catching the guard with the gun on the way. He stood up tall, eying the other men. At least he assumed they were men. Who knew? These humans all looked alike. A couple of them ran instantly. He might have gone after them, but others were still in the way. One of them dared to shoot him in the shoulder, and his arm broke. Radius and Ulna both jutting through the skin before the shooter even knew what hit him. Vincent's free hand grabbed his head and smashed it into the wall. Splitting his skull on the railing. A swift kick splatted another into the opposite wall.

The three remaining guards bolted, and Vincent took off after them. His hands flew out and caught two of them by the back of the head. Slamming their faces into the ground. Before he could think twice about it, his feet landed on their backs, and their heads had come off. His eye flicked up to the retreating back that rounded the corner. Vincent rushed forward, and slid into range, pegging the guard in the shoulder with one of the heads. He rubbed the sore spot and screamed, when he saw what was behind him. Oh... maybe it was a woman.

The guard scrambled to it's feet, and ran into a nearby room. It must have barred the door because by the time Vincent got to the door, it wouldn't open. However, any burst of strength he may have had faltered. Vincent was suddenly short of breath, and very tired. He dropped to his knees, panting. Sweat beading down his face. There was a sharp pain in his shoulder. His hands wrung around the doorknob, head falling against the cool wood of the door. He felt a bit dazed, and confused. The only clear vision in his head was the fading sound of chilling laughter.

How exactly did he get out here? Where was Sephiroth?

"Sephiroth." Vincent glanced around the area. He thought he heard crying on the other side of the door. Was Sephiroth in there? Vincent knocked on the door. "Sephiroth?"

"GO AWAY!" He heard what sounded like a man's voice screech from the other side. That wasn't him. Vincent weakly pushed himself up, having to use the wall for full support.

Gunshots rang out somewhere above him. A brief panic floated towards Sephiroth. They couldn't possibly be shooting at him, could they. Hojo wanted him back unharmed. As suddenly as it had started, then gunfire stopped. What were they shooting at?

There was a sound of feet approaching, but soon some of them screamed, and the feet were overshadowed by hysterics. Vincent's eyes slowly scanned the hall, trying to get his bearings. The signs, and landmarks along the corridor suggesting he was on the tenth floor. He was caught. If he hadn't yet left the floor he was on, Sephiroth should be on the floor above him. If he was correct, there should be a flight of stairs somewhere aroun-

Was that a head?

Vincent's stomach churned at the sight of a disregarded head settled only a few feet away from him. The skin around the neck looked as tho it had been torn. A small tail of spine trailing from it. Guess that explained the blood splattered on the wall.

A hand snapped to his ear as it started ringing. That chilling laughter filled his head again. "Oops."

He really didn't think he wanted to know what happened. One hand propped on his wounded shoulder, Vincent pushed from the wall, and headed towards the staircase a few turns down. He was exhausted, but he had to find Sephiroth. Hopefully he had thought to run, or they would have caught him by now. Vincent dragged himself up along the railing of the stairwell, finding even the effort of climbing stairs to drain him further.

But he couldn't stop now. He had to find Sephiroth. He had to get to the commissioner's office. He had to seek help for him and Sephiroth. He needed to rest. He was injured, and weak. Why was he so weak? What had he done to cause this drain? Was he still not recovered from his time asleep? His strength was so wishy washy.

Vincent slumped on the stairs, trying to cushion his fall, but his head hit the corner of one of the stairs. He couldn't stop here. He was out in the open. They would find him. Find Sephiroth. He would die, and then who would help Sephiroth?

"No." He growled at himself, trying to push himself up. "Get up, get up, get up." He was somewhere between floors ten and eleven. The commissioner's office was on the sixty-sixth floor. When the math of that distance hit his brain, Vincent's arms gave out again. So far. Maybe he should just forget about heading up there for something so fleeting, find Sephiroth and just get out?

No. Vincent shook his head. The information he needed was classified. He could only get it in ShinRa. They wouldn't make it on their own, and he knew it. If he didn't try now, there would be no other chance. "Get up." He growled at himself again, pushing up with the last bit of his strength. He had just managed to get a hand on the railing when he heard a voice just outside the tenth floor door. "Seal off the other doors. I'll check the stairwell."

Vincent's heart thundered in his chest. Someone was coming. He was going to be caught, and didn't have the strength to fight them off.

The door he had come through burst open, and a rifle trained on his through the bars. Instinctively, Vincent's hand snapped to the gun still nestled in the hem of his pants. Unfortunately, he collapsed onto the stairs. Trying to aim, but was shaking.

"It is you."

"Huh." Vincent couldn't quite make out who it was, but the voice seemed familiar. His mind reeled to place a name. "E... E-ryn."

She lowered the gun and ran up the stairs. Dropping to her knees next to Vincent. "I don't believe it. You're alive."

Vincent still had his gun trained on the red-haired Turk. They may have gotten along relatively well before, but she still had her orders.

"Where have you been?"

Vincent tried to inch up the stairs. "Stay away, or I'll shoot."

Eryn shook her head. "I don't dare risk that, but I won't hurt you."

"Don't try to trick me. You can't disobey orders."

"I can when I'm not being watched." Eryn switched the safety on, and dropped her gun down the stairs.

Vincent watched her in confusion.

"You know as well as I do that most of this job is following what your heart says. And my heart tells me your not as dangerous as they say."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"If you're going to shoot me, then go ahead. This place echos, and you don't have a silencer on that gun. They'd be on you within minutes."

Vincent sighed, putting the gun away. "We both know I'm not going to, but I can't let you help me."

"I can't do much, but I'm going to do what I can." She plucked a green Materia from her pocket, and held it towards Vincent. A green spark flooded around him, spreading a comforting warmth over him. Healing what was left of the bullet holes, and draining his exhaustion.

They sat quietly while the magic did it's work. "Thank you, Eryn. It's good to know someone's still on my side."

"Once a Turk, always a Turk. We stick together." When the energy dispersed, Eryn held the green orb out to him. "You might need it."

Vincent shook his head. "I can't take that. They'll know you helped me."

"It's a low level Restore. We lose these things all the time. I actually swiped this from one of the guards."

Vincent hesitated on the offer, then wrapped his hand around the Materia. "This is it. I can't let you help me again."

"I won't." Eryn's face flushed slightly. She had always liked Vincent, but knew it could never happen. So whatever feelings there were just dissolved into fleeting affection. "I have so many things I want to ask you. You disappeared so suddenly."

"There's no time to try and explain."

"I know. Just... be careful." Eryn pulled her hand back, and they both stood.

"Do you know where Sephiroth is?"

"Sephiroth?" Eryn had gone down to retrieve her gun. She slung the strap over her shoulder, and turned back up towards him.

"The child I'm with."

She shook her head. "There's been no reports of him being found. It's too dangerous to look for him. You should just get out."

Vincent shook his head, taking a step towards her. "I can't leave without him. I also need to get up to the commissioner's office... unless you can tell me where Shane and Ren are."

Eryn stared up at him. Her face went suddenly pale. Soon her eyes dropped to the stairwell. Hand wringing the gunstrap. "Ren's retired. I'm afraid I don't know where to. ShinRa always keeps track of their ex operatives, though. So you should be able to find the information." She paused, as if unsure of where to proceed next. So Vincent asked, albeit afraid to know. "And Shane?"

She was quiet for a moment longer, then finally looked back up to him. A sort of steel in her eyes. "You'd be better to just try and find Ren."

Vincent's heart dropped into his stomach. "Hold on. What happened to him?"

"I need to report back." She cut him off, heading for the door. "I'll report that there's no sign of you here. They'll block the stairwell to keep you from getting in. You should have free range. These stairs go up to the fifty-ninth floor. From there, you're on your own."

"I still need to find Sephiroth."

"I'll keep an eye out for him. Maybe I can protect him, and try to direct him in your direction."

Vincent shook his head. "He won't trust you. And I don't want you to anyway. You've already risked enough helping me."

Eryn sneered at him, clenching her fists. "I know how to cover my tracks. Do what you will, then... Just be careful." She turned towards the door, readying to exit. "The next time we meet. I will most likely have to shoot you."

"Hopefully." Vincent smiled. "I trust your aim."

A small smile touched Eryn's lips. "I'm happy your alive, Vincent." With that she ran out the door. Calling something about seeing Vincent get off on the eighth floor. He must be heading for the lobby.

Vincent laughed lightly, to himself. She really was good. He pocketed the Materia and rushed up the stairs.

xXx

"Just run. I'll be right behind ya."

Sephiroth hesitated. They caught him. Vincent was in trouble. They were going to kill him. He had to do something.

"Don't move kid." Sephiroth looked up at sound of a barrel cocked to his head. How had he allowed some faceless guard sneak up on him like that? He'd been trained better.

The guard turned into a radio on his shoulder. "Professor. I found the child."

"Good."

Sephiroth's blood ran cold at the sound of the Doctor's voice.

"Hold him till I get there."

"Yes sir."

Sephiroth gasped, and moved to stand.

"Don't move." The guard held the gun at him again, pinning the small child to the wall.

There was a commotion down in the elevator, and Seph looked down at what he could see to try and determine if Vincent was alright. He wasn't in visual range, but at least his screams weren't the one he was hearing.

He had to get away and find Vincent. Panic set in and nothing was coming to mind. There was a guard here with a very large gun trained on him. The Doctor was on his way there now and he'd- Wait a minute... Something just occurred to him. What was this guy doing with a gun trained on him? The doctor specifically requested he not be harmed. At least not until he got to him, that is. With the threat of the big gun out of the way, this guy was a push over. So, Sephiroth hauled off and kicked the man in the balls. When his head was low enough, he kneed him in the forehead, knocking him out, and hurting his knee.

"owowowowowow." Sephiroth limped a little ways away. He saw the gun sitting on the ground, and picked it up. Maybe he could shoot out the cameras so he can figure out a way back to Vincent.

Wait, Vincent said he shouldn't touch guns. So he put it back, and started riffling through the guards belongings. He recognized one of the devices in his pocket as a map type device that Vincent used earlier. Let's see if he can remember how to use it. Sephiroth punched in the buttons the way he saw Vincent do earlier. Vincent had said he wanted to go to the Turk Commissioner's office. He had to find that. It took a bit of finagling, but once he found the menu, it was pretty straight forward. Each floor was divided into sectors, on a neat little model of the building. He didn't realize the ShinRa building was so large.

"Hey you!"

Sephiroth's head snapped up at a few more guards heading his way. Oh yea, He was out in the open. Sephiroth ran at the men, leaped off of the wall, and kicked one of them in the side of the head. That one fell into another, and the third had his legs swept out, as Sephiroth landed. Sephiroth hooked his legs around the forth's neck and vaulted him into the ground. Another guard apparently didn't get the memo, and started shooting at him. Sephiroth ducked under the gun and grabbed his arm, using it to shoot down the rest of the men... and the camera's while he was at it. Hey he wasn't touching the gun. With the group of highly trained guards successfully subdued by a five year old. Sephiroth slid back into the elevator shaft and sat down. Going over the device again. He had his back to the wall, so they couldn't see him unless they looked in.

It took a fair amount of searching but Sephiroth finally found the Commissioner's office. On the Sixty-sixth's floor.

His shoulders drooped. That was a long way up. If Vincent came looking for him here. It would be a long time till he could get back to check. Sephiroth curled up with the map type device. Hugging his knees to his chest. He didn't know what to do. Vincent said he'd be right behind him. Course he also told him to run. Should he wait here for him? Did he mean go ahead upstairs?

After a short while of quiet contemplation the elevator jerked. The door he had come through closed, and the elevator started to move downwards. Sephiroth's heart thundered. He didn't want to go down. He had to go up. Frantically, he looked around the elevator shaft. The only light coming from the elevator he was sitting on. Something came into view a little ways over. Off to the side of the elevator was what looked like a steel ladder. Running along the outter edge. It was probably for repairs of emergencies or something. Well, this was an emergency. Sephiroth jumped off the top of the elevator and clamped onto the ladder. He sat there for a moment to catch his breath and looked down at the retreating elevator. It looked like it was going all the way down. Sephiroth looked up at the dark shaft before him, and back down at the device, still in his hands. He sighed, pocketed the device (Just in case he'd need it later), and started to climb. Hoping he's meet Vincent somewhere along his trek upstairs.

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AN: OH NO! THEY GOT SEPERATED! WHAT WILL HAPPEN!? YOU DON'T KNOW! i KNOW THO! THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS! WHAT I DON"T KNOW IS WHY I'M TALKING IN ALL CAPS!

So, fun side note tho. While Vin and Sephy were in the elevator together a song called "Father Figure: by George Micheals came on my computer. Now, I know this sounds all sweet and stuff, but that is not a song I needed to hear. It is actually a twisted seductive song, and it made me laugh far too hard for my own good. So yea. Enjoy that thought.