Author's Notes: Yes, I know it isn't a normal pairing. And yet, it isn't the oddest I have done. Weird. Takes place sometime between end of game and AC.

Theme: Friends

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If You Love It, Let It Go

They made an interesting pair really. A woman in white, delicate and graceful as a dove. A man in black, as born for the skies and master of them as a mighty eagle, with talons of steel. Then here he was, a plain old pigeon, not praise worthy as the dove and far from the prey of an eagle. Odd how he'd had the right to stand at their side. How could someone like him have had the honor of being so important to them both? Why had he had the right to walk the blushing bride down the aisle when all he wanted was to stand next to the handsome groom? Why did he have to stand there and watch it at all?

Still, they looked so happy, his best friends. Shera's face was alight with such joy, and Cid would smile back and blush and stammer whenever anyone would comment on how happy he looked of how lovely they were together. Reeve had yet to say such a thing to them, but he knew his support was felt. There was the fact that Cait Sith had served as ring bearer to Marlene's flower girl, and that Reeve had accepted the role given to him. But that didn't make it any easier. Nothing could make it easier. All he could do was accept and support them, right?

"Hey Reeve, whatcha doin'?" a chipper voice came from behind him.

The dark haired male lifted his head from glass of wine he had been savoring while watching Cid and Shera dance to that he might regard Yuffie. Even the former material thief had arrived at the wedding, the only person missing being Vincent, but the former Turk had disappeared not long after the ceremony. What more could Reeve expect? But honestly, seeing the Wutain girl in a navy blue dress and acting proper… that was the last thing anyone had expected. Cid had been forced to threaten the girl with trips on the new Shera airship to get her to calm down.

"Enjoying the reception, what else would I be doing?" Reeve responded. There was no better way to silence the girl than to ask her questions of your own. But it seemed that this time she would not be sent away.

"You could be dancing," she pointed out, plopping down into the seat Shera had vacated a while ago. "Like with Elmyra. Except Barret does seem to be monopolizing her time. Who would have guessed? Or Tifa. I'm sure she'd love to dance with the commissioner of the WRO."

"I believe she has better things to do in making sure Cloud isn't off moping in some corner," Reeve pointed out. "Do not forget, she brought Denzel and Marlene as well, and the boy has geostigma. He needs attention."

"You're such a party pooper!" Yuffie complained. "It's like you're not happy for Cid and Shera!"

The former Shin-Ra executive almost flinched at the statement. Was it that he wasn't happy for them? Odd, he would look at Cid out there, dancing and grinning and laughing, and feel nothing but joy for the man. Seeing the way Shera made Cid happy made him happy enough, but… it wasn't the same. Just wasn't.

"He's lucky. She'll always take care of him," Reeve responded instead with a smile. But the expression was forced.

"Fine, if you say so," she said, jumping to her feet and waving. "I'll see you later."

The older man nodded and waved her off. After a moment the executive returned to the nursing of his wine and watching of the couple. They said, that if you loved something, you had to let it go. And if it never came back, it was never really yours. Too bad it hadn't even been his in the first place. Despite that… he'd let it go hadn't he?

Despite the noise of the place all around him, it was in silence that Reeve raised his glass for a toast no one but him would ever hear. 'To you Cid, may you ever find joy, even if I'm not part of it.'