Disclaimer: I only own Sam. And Emily from the last chapter. And Kimmy, Sam's neighbor. Crystylane is a made up place.

--Chapter 2: Who are you?--

After fixing up the wounded man and giving him some new clothes that her ex-boyfriend left behind, Sam got up from the chair that she had placed next to the couch, stretched, yawned loudly, and went to go put on her PJ▓s.

"I really need to get out of this costume. And maybe I need to shower..." She yawned again, and walked towards her room.

Moments later, the man on the couch began to stir. He moaned, and his eyes flickered open. "Where the hell...?" He tried to move, but yelled from the pain.

Sam ran out to the living room, now dressed in a T-shirt and boxer shorts. "Oh! You're awake."

He made a conscious effort to run from her, but ended up falling on the floor.

"Hey! You aren't healed yet! You need to stay put." She helped him back up on the couch.

He made another move to leave, but she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you. I was the one who fixed you up, and you're in my apartment. My name is Sam." Her words were slow and soft. She was trying to comfort the poor man.

He just turned away. "Where am I?" He asked with a slight threat in his voice.

Sam ignored the tone. "In my apartment." she repeated. "In Crystylane."

He gave her a confused look. "Crystylane? Is that anywhere near Edge? Or Midgar?"

Now it was Sam's turn to be confused. "Edge? You mean like in Final Fantasy Seven? No. That's just in the game, right?"

"A game?! What the hell are you talking about?!" He was exasperated. He tried to sit up once more, and again Sam gently pushed him back down.

"I guess Vincent was right. You must've gotten sucked into that portal."

"I remember that. But then I don't remember anything afterwards."

"That's because you were unconscious." They were both silent for a moment, pondering what had just transpired.

"Reno." The man spoke softly.

"Huh?"

"My name. It's Reno."

Sam looked shocked. "You're Reno?"

He nodded, his face saying 'duh'.

"Wow. I just thought you were cosplaying as Reno. I didn't really think that you were really him."

"Cosplaying? What's that?"

"That's when you dress as your favorite character from a game, show, or comic book. I was doing that earlier."

"As me?"

"How did you know? You were knocked out."

He motioned with his hand to her face. "You have the same tattoos as me on your face."

Sam realized that she didn't get a chance to wash up. "It's just face paint." She rubbed it off with her hand.

Reno laughed, and then doubled up in pain. "It hurts to laugh?" He whined, not liking that detail.

"You were hurt pretty bad. I don't think I can care for you. You might have broken bones."

Reno carefully felt his ribcage. "Not broken. I'm just sore."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Only fools are positive."

Reno snickered. "Where'd you get that lame line?"

"A movie."

He snickered again.

Sam looked annoyed. "Look, it's late. You should be getting some rest. And so should I." She got up with a sigh. "I gotta work in the morning." She went into a closet in the hall, pulled out some blankets and a couple pillows. Then she covered Reno, and placed the pillows under his head.

"There. Comfy?"

Reno wriggled a bit, then smiled. "Yeah. This is good."

"Great. 'Night."

"'Night." And he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Reno awoke to Sam walking out of the bathroom muttering to herself. "Let's see...I've got my car keys, and my wallet, and my pen...and my sunglasses. Good to go."

"'Morning." Reno called from the couch.

"Hi." Sam walked to the couch. "How do you feel?"

"Better. I'm not sore, and I think I might be able to move."

"Already?!"

"Yeah. I used to get beat up all the time. I heal fast."

Sam seemed unsure. "...Okay. But I gotta go, or I'll be late." She went to the door. "By the way, I'm leaving some cash and some take-out numbers by the phone in case you get hungry. I don't have any food in the house, I'm afraid. And, if you get into any trouble and you need my help, my work and cell numbers are by the phone, too."

Reno was already sitting up. "Got it. Have a nice day at work."

Sam looked at him with a shocked look on her face.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Sam shook her head. "No. I'm just not used to hearing that, is all. Not even from my cat."

"You have a cat?"

"She's around. You might even see her, if you're lucky." And, with that, she left.

Reno stood up, and surveyed his surroundings, fear rising in his blood. There were clothes all over the floor, the sink was full of dirty dishes, the trashcan was overflowing, and there were DVDs and videos all over the living room, not to mention old dishes and take out cartons.

"How can anyone live like this?!" He looked like he was going to suffer a coronary.

Sam popped her head back in. "Forgot my locker keys." She pulled them off of a pegboard by the door.

"See you." Reno faked a smile and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Bye."

As soon as the door was closed, Reno went into the kitchen to find an apron. He had to clean this mess! But, unfortunately for him, the only apron was a white, frilly, nightmare.

"There has got to be another one..." He searched frantically, but to no avail.

Reno sighed in frustration, "Just gotta deal with it." He put it over his head. "Besides, it's not like anyone's gonna see me in it..."

The hysterical cleaning of the apartment began.

At work, Sam was on the floor taking orders, but her mind was on Reno. 'I hope he's okay without me. He's still injured. He might make it worse. He better not be doing anything stupid...'

Reno had just finished gathering up all the trash, and the clothes. He took off the apron, and grabbed the trash first. "This goes out first. Then I'll do some laundry."

Emily was spying Sam like a curious little bird. "Are you okay, Sam?"

"I'm fine."

"You're zoning out. Is your mind on that guy?"

Sam froze. Guilty as charged.

"Of course not!" She stammered. "I just have a lot to do after work, that's all!" She forced a laugh, causing the current population of the restaurant to stare at her like she was crazy.

Sam looked around sheepishly. "I've gotta stop doing that..."

After the trash had been properly disposed of, Reno took the liberty of taking the clothes from all over the house to the apartment complex's laundromat, and, thanks to the help of a neighbor, he managed to get it all in three trips.

"Thanks for the hand." Reno was really grateful.

"No problem." The neighbor in question was a bubbly girl with brown hair that was close to Sam's age. She had introduced herself as Kimmy.

"I think I can take it from here." He walked inside. Kimmy followed.

"Are you Sam's new boyfriend?" Kimmy asked suddenly.

Reno looked at her in horror. "Wh-what?!"

Kimmy giggled. "I didn't think so. I saw her drag you into her apartment last night. But, don't worry. She's really nice. I don't think she would've done anything you'd regret. You did look pretty messed up. I think she might've administered first aid."

Reno was baffled by how long this girl could talk without taking a breath. "Yeah. She did."

"Is that why you're cleaning her place?"

"That and the fact that she's a slob. I can't stand messy places."

"Do you have OCD?"

He gave her an annoyed look. "No. I just hate messy places."

Kimmy grabbed some laundry out of one of the bags.

"What are you doing?" Reno was getting even more annoyed, if that was possible.

"Helping. It would look really weird if you were handling Sammy's underwear."

Reno just couldn't believe that she said that out loud, let alone with a smile on her face. But, he had to admit, she had a point.

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