Author's Notes: Can I write a story that does not ultimately end badly for Reeve? Sequel-ish to the stories that involve Reeve with a wife.
Theme: Fall
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Everyday he'd looked out the window and seen it. Sometimes it was hard to believe that it had only been there for two weeks. The harsh red image of Meteor never changed, only seemed to grow larger and larger in the sky. Even working as he was with AVALANCHE, a sense of dread had come over him. Something inside of him said that all he had worked for was for nothing at all.
Midgar, as he had always known it, was destined to be nothing more than a pile of rubble.
Already the final battle was near, and Reeve knew that. He also knew that even with evacuations many would die. While Cloud had suggested Reeve escape, he knew he could not until everyone else was safe. He had made this hell on stilts, and he would be the last to leave… if he left at all. He was ready for the fall of his city, and all be damned if he wasn't there for it.
The sound of a ping from his computer marks that the battle of a lifetime has been joined. Now he finally understands that he could lose it all to Sephiroth and Jenova. His city, his robot, his freedom… but far more importantly, Meteor would crush all that remained of his loving Maria's vision of Midgar.
Sure, Meteor would fall, and his own life be destroyed unless Holy was unleashed, but what could he do? His life was falling out of whack, and there was nothing in the world that he could do.
And as he watched Holy trying to stop Meteor, but only making it stronger, something came to mind. A child's rhyme… Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down…
Then darkness took over as the world crumbled around him.