A/N: Slightly more angsty. You have been warned.

"I cannot believe that you would sabotage our date." Fang threw and accusatory look at the soldier.

"I didn't sabotage it! I didn't know they were Vicodin!"

"Uh-huh. Sure. Do you want me to tell how many times you tried to ravage me on your living room carpet?"

Lightning blushed, stuttering out, "I-I wasn't-"

"Or how you grabbed my breasts?"

Her blush darkened deeply. "B-but-"

"Oh yeah, but. I'm surprised you didn't try to grab that too."

"Fang!" Lighting pleaded, covering her ears to protect her innocence. Did I really grab her - nuh-uh! Don't think about that - stay strong soldier!

Fang was about to tease Lightning even further, but she was interrupted as the pinkette's phone blared a beautiful symphony that sounded quite familiar to the Pulsian. There was an instant race between the two women as they scrambled for the small, defenseless device. A small tussle followed as Lightning managed to grab the phone before the other woman. They rolled around, once again, as they squabbled over it. Fang - using her superior strength - pulled it away from her, panting lightly and landing on her butt with an oomph.

She waved it in front of Lightning, keeping it just out of reach. "What's this song Sunshine, hmm?" A vixen-like grin was etched onto Fang's beautiful features.

"It's nothing." Lightning snapped, lunging for the phone. The Pulsian jumped out of reach, letting the younger woman get a mouthful of carpet.

"If I remember correctly," Fang smirked, tossing the phone between her hands. "This is my theme from the game." Her jade eyes sparkled with an unabashed joy at having caught the soldier liking something that was hers.

Lighting crossed her arms, looking away from the teasing woman. "Don't get all happy about it. I just think it sounds nice."

"I could put your theme on my phone." She said, reaching for her pocket where her phone was.

Lightning's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don't you dare."

"Or what? You gonna put my theme on your phone? Oh wait... You already did that." Fang taunted. Lightning literally growled as the other woman continued her mocking.

Fang was loving this. Her Sunshine would get so frustrated by the simplest things. It was adorable really. Lightning was all big and bad to everyone else, hell, she'd knock them out with her best KO punch. But something about the Pulsian would make her check herself - make her halt her violent tendencies. And if Fang's hunch was right, it was because the woman secretly liked her. Even if she didn't know it herself.

I'll make her find out. Hard headed beauty that she is... She shook her head slightly, still smiling at the distressed woman. There was something else going on besides the drug last night. She gave a feral grin. And I sure as hell want more of it - but I want her clear-headed so that she remembers the best night of her life.

She flipped the phone open to check the caller ID. "Let's have a little chat, shall we?" Fang pressed the green button and held it to her ear.

Lightning rushed at Fang, trying to grab her phone, but was stopped abruptly as Fang smacked one hand over her face, keeping her just out of reach. Light's arms weren't long enough to reach for the stronger woman, leaving her face smooshed against Fang's palm as she tried to push against the ground with her legs to gain some leverage. It was enough to leave Fang cackling in delight and infuriating Lighting even more.

"Give me my-"

"Snow! What're you doing calling Lightning?" Fang chatted amicably, still holding Lightning back with one arm.

Her canines showed as she smiled hugely. "Oh? Your Farron tried to rape you too?"

A small, muffled gasp sounded, encouraging Fang even more. "Serah's probably the sweetheart in bed - Lightning's a damn lioness." Lightning wasn't even struggling anymore; she was horrified, rooted to the spot. "I'm serious... No - nothing happened; I'm too much of a gentleman for that." Here she sighed, which only confused Lightning. Why'd she sigh?. Her jade eyes went sharp as she asked her next question. "You better have been a gentleman as well, blondie" Lightning tensed. "... Oh you were? Good boy. Nice talking to ya Snow, but um..." Fang peeked at Lightning through her eyelashes. A frozen look of absolute humiliation was written all over the soldier's face. "Lightning's going to be busy for the next few, say... hours? - trying to kill me, 'kay? Bye." She flipped the phone closed, holding it out for Lightning to take. When that didn't happen, Fang took her lifeless hand and pressed her phone into it.

The Pulsian tilted her head to the side. "Are you gonna give me a running start?"

Lightning's ice-cold glare spoke volumes. "Guess not, then." Fang edged away from the woman, her cerulean eyes following the tan woman's retreat as she fell back into the hallway.

"Fang." She drug out her name and curled her finger towards her in a 'Come here' motion.

"I'd rather keep my appendages, thank you." Fang said, shaking her head.

Lightning's eyes fell to the ground, all of the anger melting away and replaced by embarrassment and sadness. Fang stopped retreating, Dammit! Why does she have to look so damn cute when she pouts?

The pinkette didn't know that she had this so called 'guilt effect' on Fang. So when she looked back up, expecting to find the Pulsian already gone, she was shocked as Fang hung her head, standing right in front of her, head bowed so that they were the same height for once. To Lightning she looked like a guilty, kicked puppy. It was enough to make her crack a smile.

Fang noticed the small tilt of Lightning's lips as she looked at her, and she couldn't help the wider, much more practiced smile grace her own features.

But of course, she was Fang, and had to ruin the moment.

Her voice lowered to a husky volume. "Are you going to punish me, Sergeant?" She added to it by waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Lightning's fondness for Fang's adorableness was gone in a flash, as she reached out and smacked Fang upside her head.

"Ow." Fang complained. When nothing else happened she asked Lightning, "What now?"

"Like I know." Lighting retorted, crossing her arms and leaning against the desk behind her.

"Well," Fang laugh lines showed as she grinned her Cheshire-like impression. "How about I take you out for breakfast?"

Lightning hesitated, her eyes flickering with a hint of doubt and worry. "Oh please, Sunshine? Wherever and whatever you want. I'll buy."

She sighed as Fang practically begged her. The prospect of a free meal sounded divine right now, dealing with Fang, however... Her eyes gazed into Fang's hopeful ones. Honestly, the Pulsian could get on her last nerve but... There was something about Fang that Lightning always liked. How she could never waver in her determination, her strength - mentally and physically - her wit, her charm... and sometimes her flirtatious nature. Lightning liked to know that someone thought she was attractive, even if she couldn't reciprocate those feelings all that well. Her beauty was also something that Lightning admired. Never had she seen anyone like Fang. Lovely bronze skin that contrasted sharply with her dark green eyes... Her luscious raven locks with a tinge of maroon at the ends... Her toned and finally sculpted - Whoah, Lightning. Let's stop there before I tackle her to the ground again. She flinched at that. Great, now even my conscious is accusing me.

That was also another thing bothering her. Yes, the drug Vicodin had a strange affect on Serah and herself. It was very rare, but it could cause sexual arousal and boy, did Lightning feel aroused with Fang that night. It didn't help that she took three of the pills either; you're only supposed to take one. She wouldn't admit it to Fang that she had always had a crush on the Pulsian. She didn't care if people that she was gay - practically everyone in every Final Fantasy was bisexual or gay, anyways - but it was more of an insecurity. The soldier hadn't been in a real relationship in ages because Serah depended on her. Now that she didn't, Lightning didn't know what the hell to do about these strange feelings she had. It didn't help when Fang was always teasing her and making her blush and feel funny and get these strange tingles in her stomach.

But Fang's understanding - she didn't take advantage of me last night and she wouldn't if we did date. Mind decided, Lightning gathered her insecure, shy ego - which God knows why she had all of this self-doubt, foolish woman - and said to Fang, "Okay."

Such a simple answer from her and Fang lit up like a Christmas tree. "Alright! Let's go." She said intertwining their hands together.

See? Lightning thought as she jumped a bit from such innocent contact. This isn't killing you. Who knows? You might be happy with Fang. Cerulean orbs focused on Fang as she dragged her through her home and outside to the car. "Aw, crap." Fang muttered, looking at her wreck of a vehicle.

Lightning couldn't help the snicker that slipped past her lips. Fang rolled her eyes. "Yeah, laugh it up, Sunshine." She didn't mind, in fact, it made her happy that she was the one to make Lightning laugh. The rigid woman could do with more smiling and laughing.

"We'll take my car." Lightning said, pulling Fang towards the vehicle. Fang was thrilled when Lightning didn't let go of her hand as she walked over. One step at a time - oh how cliché, Fang. You're walking, one step at a time, and it's a corny song about relationships like this. You are officially a hopeless romantic and bad pun-maker. Good job.

Serah was at Snow's. And things were not going as well as it was for Fang and Lightning.

She didn't have any other place to go, and she knew that the man would take care of her - they once being engaged awhile ago. Staying with someone else had completely flew over her head. And now, here was Snow, begging for her to come back.

"I-I'm sorry, Snow. I c-can't." She said, tearing her little arm from his strong grasp.

"But why? What'd I do? Please, tell me so that I can fix it!" Snow's ice blue eyes were radiating so much warmth and love that Serah had to look away. She didn't like hurting Snow but... It just couldn't happen.

She shook her head, knowing that her voice would have broken and tears would pour down her face.

Snow swallowed past the lump in his throat. The girl of his dreams, the girl that he traveled to infamous Gran Pulse for, was rejecting him. He couldn't take it anymore. He pushed himself away from the young Farron, eyes downcast. His voice betrayed him when he said, "I see. You should probably call someone and get a ride then." Snow rose to his full height, putting up walls as defensible as Lightning's, and walked into another room, shutting the door.

Serah's little body trembled as she let the tears fall. She had caused Snow so much pain... And all he had ever done was take care of her. She never wanted this but how was she supposed to let him know that she wasn't into men?

Her sexuality had taken a one-eighty when she had met a certain redheaded Pulsian for the first time on the beach. Vanille had cut her leg on something - Serah wasn't sure what it was - but, using the technique that Light had taught her, she cleaned and bandaged the wound. Vanille was a talker, much like Fang, and had struck up conversation with her easily. Serah wasn't much of a chatterer. She wasn't like Lightning - someone having to make her speak - or Snow - loud and boisterous. When Vanille talked to her she just found it... easier, like a breath of fresh air. There wasn't constant booming laughter, or a humongous hands clasping down on her small shoulder. There was a soft pressure, as small, gentle hands held her own as the young Pulsian thanked her.

And that was poor little Serah's predicament – unrequited, adoring love that strikes many of us in this world. We picture a happy ending, but rarely does it happen.

Face it later. The same advice she gave to the girl she loved, she took to heart. So, she rose from the couch, shuffling to the phone that Snow had. She entered the numbers that she had learned by heart ages ago and dialed the one person who she believed could help her, even if it would cause her pain later.

"Hello?" A wonderfully exotic, feminine voice asked.

Serah couldn't speak at first, so full of chaotic emotion. "Hello?" The voice repeated.

A small whisper sounded as Serah tried to regain use of her voice. "V-vanille?" Serah whispered.

"Serah? What's wrong?" Serah tried to squash the bittersweet elation that she had when she heard the concern in Vanille's voice. Her little heart pounded rapidly in her chest, her breaths coming quicker as small sobs wracked her frame.

"I n-need your h-help..." She bawled.

"Where are you? I'm coming." Vanille said. Serah could faintly hear the rattle of car keys and the slam of a door. Maker, why'd does there have to be so much compassion in her voice? The little Farron thought, eyes closing tightly.

Vanille could barely hear Serah's faint reply as she said, "I'm at S-snow's." Vanille immediately tensed on the spot, her eyes revealing a rage that was not normally seen in those bright emerald orbs.

"Did he hurt you?" She demanded. All she heard was Serah's heartbreaking sob.

"N-no... I just-I just need y-you right now."

The Pulsian's heart rate increased as Serah said that. "I'm coming to get you, Serah. Stay on the phone with me, okay?"

"...'kay."

Vanille drove recklessly through the streets of Oerba, on her way to rescue Serah. They didn't talk; they didn't need too. All that they needed to know was that each other was there, and that they were alright. Serah's occasional sobs broke through to Vanille, each whimper sending an agonizing stab through her heart.

When she finally pulled up at Snow's house, tires screeching in protest, she hurriedly jumped out of the car and ran to the home. She banged on the door loudly, not stopping until Serah's sorrowful little form stood in the doorway.

"You came..." Wet trails of tears slipped down her face, full of gratitude for the Pulsian.

Something - Vanille didn't know what it was, or she just didn't want to admit it - broke inside her upon seeing the Farron's tears. She grabbed Serah, pulling her closer so that the she could bury her head on Vanille's shoulder, and cry, and cry, letting everything out. Vanille soothingly rubbed her back, mumbling small comforts to her as she brought her to the vehicle. The Pulsian drove quickly, but safer than when she had been desperate to get to Serah. Throughout the ride Serah was deathly quiet, minuscule sobs intermittently sounding. Vanille couldn't help but feel for Serah's conflicted emotions.

When they pulled into the two Pulsian's home, Vanille half-carried, half-guided her into the house, setting her down on the couch and covering her with a warm, thick blanket. She then went into the kitchen, placing a pot of water on the stove for some calming Gran Pulse voodoo tea that could do wonders. (But not that kind *wink wink*) Poking her head out of the kitchen, she saw the younger Farron, wrapped tightly in the blanket, nothing but her cotton candy pink hair showing. Smiling softly, Vanille put the tea bags in the boiling water and filled a cup up. She carried it to the living room, nudging the other girl and handing her the tea.

Serah thanked her, her fingers wrapping tightly around the hot cup. "G-gosh..." Serah let out a mix of a half-sob, half-laugh. "I'm s-so cold."

"Here." Vanille pulled up the blanket, earning a small peep from Serah. She snuggled close to the Farron, wrapping her arms around her and holding her to her chest tightly. She absently ran her fingers through the silky pink strands, tugging out the clip that held her hair up in that ridiculous side-ponytail that she always wore. Her hands lightly massaged Serah's scalp, making the Farron nuzzle closer to the contact, closing her eyes blissfully. Soon, Serah's breathing had deepened, her eyelids occasionally twitching from her dreams.

Hesitating for only a moment, Vanille leaned down and pressed her lips to her Farron's head - the same kiss that Fang had done for Lightning.

Fang was driving Lightning's car - which she did not like. Light only let her because she wouldn't stop insisting.

"Is it just me or did you miss that horrible beating you gave to your car."

"Hey! I was distracted because somebody was making it their business to total my car and ravage my body."

"Can we stop bringing that up?"

"If you stop complaining."

"Fine." Lightning huffed, crossing her arms.

Fang glanced over at the pouting woman. D'awwww! Too cute! Fang liked cute things, after all Vanille was her sister - a remarkable epitome of adorable, cuteness that ever existed. Lightning, bottom lip poking out slightly, gorgeous cornflower blue eyes staring out the window, pink tufts of hair gently blowing from the air conditioning in the car; it was too much for Fang to take. And we all know that our particular Pulsian has to do something to make Lightning stutter, or blush, or generally make her heart rate increase tenfold.

Stopping at a red light, known for its notorious five minute wait, she reached over, brushing her knuckles against Lightning's cheekbones. "Hey." Fang said, trying to calm her down as she jumped from the unexpected contact. Fang's hand cupped Lightning's face, her thumb gently rubbing against her cheek. Her jade eyes were locked on Lightning's blue ones as she continued her ministrations; they were the only thing that filled Lightning's vision, everything else was blocked out except for the gorgeous woman in front of her and the simple electrifying tingle that surged through her body from Fang's touch. Fang's eyes quickly darted down to look at those supple, polished lips that she knew where as soft as down, but could be as hard and demanding as any lust-filled woman. Her thumb lowered to brush over said lips, lightly parting. She felt Lightning's quick and nervous gasps as she hyperventilated. Her eyes rose again to meet those beautiful, uncertain blue-gray orbs, so nervous and yet, so full of trust for the stronger woman. Fang gave Lightning her most disarming smile, leaning forward.

The car behind them honked suddenly, causing Fang to step on the gas a tad bit harder than what you should normally do. Lightning's car - like it's owner's namesake - surged forward, slamming both Fang and Lightning back in their seats. G-force was practically pulling their faces apart as they zoomed down the street. It was awhile before Fang got control of the spunky vehicle. She rubbed the back of her head, chuckling nervously. "Eh heh... my bad."

Lightning wasn't paying attention to anything that had just happened. Her mind was only on one thing. She touched me? And... she looked at my lips. What she going to... kiss me? Lightning reached one hand up to graze against her them. She looked so sincere... Lightning's bright smile slowly appeared as she flew on cloud nine.

Fang's thoughts were much more violent. If I ever see that dick again, I'm going to chop his balls off, break his arms and legs, and rip out his hair! Stupid motherfu-

"Fang?" Lightning ventured, watching warily as Fang's hands gripped the wheel with a white knuckled grip, the steering wheel uttering a pathetic, wounding sound.

"Huh? Oh, sorry." Fang apologized. She relaxed her grip. The wheel practically sighed in relief.

Lightning laughed. "I guess you've learned your lesson?"

"What's that, Sunshine?" Fang grinned back, glad that Light was enjoying herself.

"You're distracted enough while driving. I would refrain from touching me until we're at a complete stop with the car turned off and in park." Lightning had an unusually mischievous glint in her eye.

About time you relaxed girl... Fang thought. "I'm sorry that I get so distracted from beautiful women staring at me." She winked, curious to see how the soldier would react.

Lightning scoffed. "You should stop doing that. Wouldn't want my car to end up like yours, huh?"

Fang's expression immediately went sour. "Ravager."

"Snaggletooth."

"Rapist."

"Strawberry hater."

"Pulsian racist."

"Thunder thighs." Fang gasped at that.

"Lightbulb!"

"Hey!" Lightning shot her a glare, shoving her. "Barbarian!"

"Snob!"

"You-you..."

"Ha! I win!" Fang punched a victory fist in the air, accidentally slamming it on the hood of the car. She hissed, cradling the hand before remembering she had to drive. The Pulsian hurriedly slammed both hands on the wheel, letting out a hiss as her damaged hand screamed in pain.

Lightning smirked. "Karma."

A/N: Had to end it funny. Verah made me sad. :(