OMYGIDDYGOSH.

Two thing! One, I'M SO SUPER SORRY. I know this is a week late but I remembered that I'd forgotten to put up a chapter lst Wednesday on the following Thursday (odd wording...) but yeah, and then I didn't have time and it felt weird not posting on a Friday so I just waited a week. I know it makes no sense but it's the same reason I can't handle turning in school work late or incomplete, cuz I know a 20 is better than a zero, but a zero make me feel like less of a failure in a weird way. xP

ANYWAYS, but also great thanks to dark aura12 for reviewing! WOO, two reviews, picking up speed! I may sound sarcastic but I'm utterly serious, I'm thrilled!! I hope you two will continue to enjoy the story!

So, without further ado, chapter six! (Oh foo, that doesn't rhyme...)

Disclaimer: Dr. Who is a wonderful series and the Doctor and Rose should be together FOREVER. D:

Sara loves her potatoes. :D

Vincent had to admit, God had a freakin' hilarious sense of humor. Or maybe he just really hated him. Either way he was now in the company of two strangers who were concerned (for good reason if they knew her) about the girl in his arms, Reno, Rude, and Cloud. Ah good, at least he was in the presence of one generally sane, if a little anti social, person. Unlike the rest of these lunatics. The plane seemed to be gone, he noted, and let his muscles relax as much as possible while still supporting himself and the thoroughly unconscious girl against his side. The wind picked up briefly and blew some of the loose rainbow strands in his face, right in front of his eyes. Great, rainbow vision.

Sighing he delighted in the fact that the hair blew back down from his face, settling onto her head messily. Her breathing remained slow and even, ruffling the hairs of his and hers within the reach of her light breathing. His mind wandered briefly as the rainbow mixed with his black, forming an odd pattern. Blinking suddenly he shook his head of the thought, only to remember Ari when his chin bumped her forehead. She simply grunted lightly in retaliation before her head lolled to the edge of his shoulder and she continued to sleep. She was not waking up anytime soon. Then some sort of brilliance smacked him in the face; good, her lack of it wasn't affecting him. One of them would have to think for the both of them it seemed.

…Why was he referring to them as them and us? Resisting the urge to shake his head again he looked up to Cloud and locked gazes. Nodding, Cloud stepped over, raising an eyebrow to encourage Vincent onward with whatever. Honestly, he was less talkative than Vincent.

"So, Ari," he paused when he realized Cloud would have no idea what her name was, "This girl currently passed out on me. She's out. We need to get her somewhere to sleep." Somewhere she would be less likely to die, which would include his watchful ness. He watched Cloud's eyes until the understanding dawned.

"The bar? Our place?" Cloud grumbled, obviously not so keen on the idea. The bar was a steady source of income, and attached was a few rooms and a floor with a few more rooms. They were used to random visitors. Didn't mean Cloud liked having strangers in his house though.

"My room," Vincent affirmed, deciding it would be easier to convince Cloud and easier for him to watch her, which had somehow become top priority. He would puzzle over it later. But Cloud nodded a resigned affirmative and Vincent quickly spun on his heel, swinging Ari up into his arms, her arm still slung around his neck. She easily conformed to his arms, curling her body toward his. He pretended to ignore her snuggling him as he trudged along, back toward the homestead.

He could care less who followed him, or who belly ached about the idea, he was a man on a mission. He glanced down at the colorful, reckless girl in his arms. A mission with very, very important cargo.

Taffy is WET (and you are jealouse)

"Hey, what the hell, where are you taking her?!" Feeling slightly abandoned, Midori hurried after Vincent and Cloud. She could hear footsteps across the plaza behind her, but her attention was focused on these tall, dark strangers who seemed to be taking her friends away. "Ari's still unconscious! What happened? I want an explanation!"

"There's no time for explanation!" Vincent growled, sounding very protective at that particular point in time. Midori looked from him to Ari, curled against his chest, looking as peaceful as she did when she slept. Something was forming there, and she didn't quite approve of it, whatever it was. The same thing seemed to be happening to Sora and Cloud, Sora running at his side like a faithful Labrador.

"Does someone at least want to tell me where we're going?" Midori asked after a moment of silence. She could now hear redhead and shades running along behind them, but her eyes were on Vincent, waiting for an answer.

"The bar," Vincent replied shortly. Frustrated, Midori dropped back to run alongside redhead.

"Not very talkative, are they?" she remarked, staring at Vincent's back. His red cape was swishing back and forth as he ran; she almost wanted to steal it and wear it herself. Maybe she would, if she ever got the chance.

"Nope," redhead answered cheerfully. "Hey, I'm Reno by the way."

"Great. I'm Midori. Nice to meet you." She answered automatically, still concentrating more on Vincent and Cloud than on her conversation with Reno. She shifted over to Sora's side, leaving Reno looking like he was about to start bombarding her with questions. "And where have you been?" she inquired, resisting the urge to tackle her friend to the ground--although out of anger or relief she wasn't quite sure.

"With him!" Sora answered perkily, jerking her thumb at Cloud, who neither looked at them or reacted in any way whatsoever. Midori could tell right away that Sora had done something to piss him off. Maybe it had to do with that motorcycle she stole. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen that motorcycle since. Maybe Sora had crashed it. That would be a very Sora-ish thing to do.

Squirrel Sleeping butt! Sweet God I hate you so very much.

"Hey! Wait up!" Sora called breathily, falling behind (a movement no one seemed to notice); the group just kept speeding along at a steady pace. "UGH!" She shouted her frustration to Jebus and ran along after the group, her exhausted limbs struggling with the effort. By now it felt like she was running through jell-o; her legs were running in a funny flailing sort of way, as she had lost control of them (like what happens when you play ddr on difficult for 5 or 6 hours straight). Gravity was going against Sora's wishes, seemingly pushing against her.

Looking ahead Sora noticed Midori falling behind as well. But Cloud just kept GOING; Vincent kept up even with the Ari sized burden in curled in his arms. Sora stumbled and leaned heavily against the door of a random building, panting, watching the group get farther away. The door was cool and slippery with condensation from the fog and felt wonderful on her hot sweaty back.

The blood curdling screams Sora had heard while she debated trying to catch up with the party had made up her mind for her. Thus she had decided to stay against the door and not move at all.

Cloud paused. Vincent came to a graceful stop beside him, giving the blond a questioning look. "I know a shorter way" He murmured, glancing back at Reno, Rude, then Midori (who was a ways off), and noticing Sora's absence for the first time.

An unexplained rush of panic overcame his senses for a moment followed by a brief spurt of annoyance. Where is she?!He thought, scanning the wide alley for her. They hadn't seen any badies for a while, which probably wasn't a good thing. Calm before the storm and what not. And with Sora weaponless… Cloud fought to keep his face blank, calm demeanor slipping.

Cloud turned around wordlessly and began to run, Vincent following slowly at a distance. They found Sora within minutes, spotted easily in the blah-y setting by her bright orange hair. She was sitting contentedly against a door, legs curled into her chest, arms wrapped around her legs; her head was resting against her knee caps.

In this time she had re-braided her long thick unruly hair and healed some of the scratches and cuts on her that she had garnered during her adventure with the motorcycle. Sora looked a lot better in general.

But on the inside she was exhausted. She had some rules and stipulations to her healing powers: If she didn't have enough energy to heal then she would waste herself. It generally depended on if the object she was healing was too great and how much energy she had.

Her head snapped up at the group's approach, fearful of the loud echoing footsteps. But she was deeply relieved to see that it was Cloud and all of her buddies. She noted to herself that Ari needed a healing session when they got out of this ordeal, but only after Sora had rested because she was very close to her breaking point now.

Cloud stopped in front of Sora looking first at her, and then at the door behind her, unsure of what to say. Then he noticed the numbers on the door and glanced at Vincent, who was coming to a gradual stop behind him.

"This is it" Cloud said, almost smiling at the coincidence, "If we go through this building it should make our trip back shorter."

And with that sentence he held out his hand to help Sora up. "Thanks for waiting up!" Sora said with a withering stare directed at Cloud, though she was unbelievably happy to see them.

Uncurling herself, she took Cloud's gloved hand and let him pull her to her feet. Without letting go of her hand (and subconsciously placing Sora behind him) Cloud pushed the creepy door open. Sora could have sworn the building number was 666…

I'm done you horrible people!

Voila! Fin~ OHLALA.

Yayyy French movies and french food and le fracais~

Oh yeah, and yay chapter. :3