Thanks to everyone who reviewed and alerted and added the first chapter to their faves!!

Was originally going to just be the first chapter, but I fell in love with it and had an urge to write another chapter to it. But I'm sure there won't be any more unless I can think of anything else to add to it. So I hope you all like it and it doesn't mess everything up from before!!

Tifa stared at the clock hanging on the wall, she drummed her fingers on the bar top and sighed, the one good thing about having a willing delivery boy A/N: heheh) living in your home or even someone who had a craze for driving round was that they could pick things up for you, and seeing Cloud landed in both of those categories it was perfect. But at this moment in time that particular delivery boy was in bed finally giving in that he was indeed, sick.

She looked to Marlene and Denzel, the two of them obviously both hungry and ready for dinner watched Tifa eagerly. The barmaid ran up the stairs giving in to the final solution, she pushed Cloud's bedroom door open and smiled at seeing him lying in bed his leg and arm hanging out at the sides and his mouth slightly open from being unable to breath out of his nose.

Tifa poked him in the arm hoping to wake him instead only receiving a twitch in his muscle. "Cloud." She murmured receiving a groan this time. "I need you to wake up."

"But...I'm ill." He croaked out still not opening his eyes.

"Oh, so now you're ill, when you need to get out of your bed you're ill?" She laughed her voice dripping with sarcasm. One mako eye opened and glared at her.

"Why, what's wrong?" He asked opening both of his eyes and swinging himself up into a sitting position.

"You were going to pick me up my stock today, but as you're..."

"I can go and get it if you really want me too." He mumbled standing up out of his bed, then grabbing onto Tifa to steady himself clutching his head when he felt like it was about to split open.

"No, I'm not going to let you, that's why I'm going to get it myself, what I need you to do is cook dinner for the kids." Cloud stared at her blankly.

"I'd rather go pick up your stock." He mumbled.

"Cloud, please...?" She said, about to flutter her eyelashes before realising this wouldn't work on the stoic warrior.

"Fine..." He mumbled giving into the woman's demand. She grabbed him into a tight hug making him gasp for air and begin coughing. Tifa instantly let go making sure he was an arm's length away as she watched him almost bring up his lunch from earlier.

"Well, okay Cloud." Tifa left him to carry on coughing and ran down stairs. She washed her hands and realised the kids were sitting there. "Cloud's going to cook dinner for you okay, so make sure he does it right." She added not sure if the blond could actually cook.

She smiled as she saw the children's faces light up, just in the fact that their hero was about to make them dinner. Tifa grabbed her coat and threw it over her shoulder she stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up them hearing Cloud was still coughing. "Whenever you're ready Cloud." She smirked, liking to be able to make fun of him and he couldn't do anything in return. She heard him muttered something back that she knew she heard come from a certain blond pilot's mouth.

Tifa laughed it off and walked out of her bar hoping it will still be there when she gets back.

Cloud groan loudly to himself, he tugged the duvet off of his bed and wrapped it round him; he walked out of his room his bare feet slapping against the wooden floor. He sighed again when he could hear Marlene and Denzel arguing over what they wanted to eat, guessing they were taking the full advantage of Tifa not being here.

"Can we have pizza Cloud?" Cried Denzel running up at the ill young man who just walked past.

"No, I want pasta!"

"Pizza!"

"Pasta!" The blond rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen knowing the kids were following him.

The thing he had failed to actually mention to Tifa is that he had never actually cooked a day in his life; well if he did he couldn't remember. He had a main idea how to make simple things, like what you would make with your mother, which was fairy cakes and chocolate cake, but he was sure if he did make/attempt a chocolate cake he would receive a beating from Tifa saying that chocolate cake isn't something two growing kids should have for dinner.

He threw the fridge door open and stared at it, pulling his duvet closer round his chest feeling his toes beginning to go numb. "Aren't your toes cold Cloud?" The blond looked to the little girl wondering if she could read his mind. He watched her run off and returns with a pair of pink fluffy slippers. "Put these on, they're Tifa's she won't mind!" The blond watched her drop them to the floor and in no state of mind to argue with her slipped the pink fluffy slippers on, making him wonder either Tifa had large feet or he had small feet.

"So what are we having Cloud?" The blond remembered the whole reason why he was down here and stared into the cold cupboard.

He grabbed the bag of salad and stared at it standing up straight, knowing how to make salad that it was a fact of dropping it in a bowl. "Salad?" He mumbled, his voice so croaky it reminded him of how his voice broke when he was twelve something that had come about frighteningly early.

"I don't like salad." Replied Denzel staring at the man.

Cloud tossed the bag to the side and carried on staring inside. "Eggs?"

"I'm allergic." He looked to the girl who spoke, making a mental note to ask the barmaid if the girl was indeed allergic and they were just trying to make him cook what they wanted.

"How's about pizza?" Denzel cried again. Cloud searched the fridge and stared at the boy.

"If you can find it, I'll make it." He mumbled knowing all he had to do was throw it in the oven. He watched the boy rummage round and come out with a pizza base and shoved it under Cloud's snotty nose.

"Here."

"It's a bit...plain." Cloud said removing the box from his face.

"Well you have to make it!" Cloud stared at him knowing the boy was taking advantage of him. He grumbled loudly and flipped the box over attempting to read the instructions. "All you need to do is put tomatoes at the bottom and cut some stuff up and throw it on."

Cloud stared at him again trying to see if there was a lie in the boy's words. "Honest?"

"Yep, we'll help you!" Cried Marlene rummaging into the fridge herself. Cloud finally gave in, he walked to the opposite side of the kitchen abandoning his duvet and starting to get comfortable in the pink fluffy slippers.

Cloud sighed as he cut his finger again he walked round finding the first aid kit he'd gotten out a long time ago. The kids did help him, only by finding the apron they demanded him to wear as they said Tifa won't allow anyone to cook unless they did and getting out the onions, tomatoes, ham, pineapple and cheese and telling him to cut it.

He wrapped the plaster round his finger and stared at his hands grumbling to himself. He turned back round and carried on cutting tossing it all onto the pizza base, where Marlene stood beside him on a box placing the food round. "Is that enough now?" He said almost pleading to her.

Marlene nodded at him and Cloud snatched the base up and almost threw it in the oven. "I'll set the table, are you eating with us?" Cloud paused, it wasn't that he was ill, it was more the fact he was afraid of eating his own food.

"No, I'll just..." He mumbled letting the girl disappear.

He sighed to himself staring at the huge mess he had managed to make, he looked up seeing the tomatoes on the ceiling that he couldn't remember how it got up there. He'd wash up afterwards, he picked his duvet up off the floor and dragged it into the bar and threw it on the side.

When the pizza was done that was now christened A Cloudy pizza, much to his annoyance he pulled it out. A satisfied smirk crossed his face seeing it looked like a pizza he cut it up and allowed the kids to take it off of him.

He followed them into the bar and sat at the side pulling his duvet round him watching the kids eat, waiting for one of them to drop dead off of their stools. "This tastes really good Cloud, you should cook more often!" Cried Marlene looking at the blond warrior, watching his eyelids droop off his dulling mako eyes.

Tifa walked into the bar thankful it was still standing; she stared at the plates on the table and saw the pizza crusts the kids had left. She looked round and spotted the blond who was sleeping in the corner, his duvet wrapped round him. At first she thought he'd been attacked but on closer inspection it was only tomato in his hair. She suppressed a laugh to stop from waking him; she smiled when she saw her pink fluffy slipped hanging off his feet and also her apron poking out from underneath his duvet.

She looked round and dared herself to walk into the kitchen. She looked round in horror, seeing the tomato on the ceiling and cheese on the work tops and a bag of salad thrown across the room. "I was going to do it later, I kind of..." She jumped when she heard him speak and she turned round to look at him.

He was hugging his duvet round him and hadn't abandoned the slippers yet. "Don't worry about it Cloud!" She smiled, about to hug him and then deciding against it seeing the food in his hair. "Thanks for doing this Cloud, I'm sorry you had to, you have cooked before haven't you?" There was a long awkward silence.

"I'd make sure the kids are still alive if I were you." His answer was looking nervously up the stairs.

Tifa smiled at him and stood on her tip toes to kiss him softly on the cheeks watching the colour flush up his cheeks. "Thank you Cloud."

Cloud looked down at the floor mumbling something like no problem. Tifa caught site of his hands and grabbed them making him drop his duvet. "You can swing some stupid oversized sword, but when it comes down to cutting food you can never miss your fingers!" She cried looking up at him.

"It's not a stupid oversized sword." Was his defence, drawing his fingers away from her. "And it was hard." He gathered his duvet and walked upstairs.

"I guess you won't feel like cooking tomorrow?!" She cried, once again hearing a word she was sure Cid would only ever use come from her child hood friend's mouth.