Disclaimer: I Do not own FF7, it's characters, or anything dealing with Square Enix. This is a work of literary fiction and I do not gain anything from it our than personal pleasure.

A/N: I felt really stupid after the posting of the first chapter. I had completely forgotten to show my appreciation to my MELLON, guni_tatsuhiko ,for letting me use the names she made up for Reno and Rude. I LOVE YOU MELLON! This chapter includes a scene inspired by my KOIBITO, and part- time Muse, Riverseithr. May your 'Auto- Correct' continue to entertain us. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and, Don't do drugs.. they're bad.

"She was, where," Reno nearly screamed. Keela had regained consciousness and was explaining how she had gotten the massive bruise that was forming over her ribs on her right side.

"Reno, calm down. She's fine, I told you, she had snuck out onto the balcony. I saw her starting to reach for the loose railing and was able to stop her before it broke." Keela felt satisfied that the argument would end there... she should have known better. Reno grabbed her shirt and started to pull it up to examine the greenish yellow bruise, when she stopped him. "Reno!" Her modest attitude made a slight smile appear on his face.

"Oh, please, woman. You grocery shop in a bikini. You aren't fooling anyone, yo." He laughed when she gasped harshly.

"You know what? Screw you Montonati, that was one time, it was the middle of the summer and I probably would've melted if I had worn regular clothes. Besides, it wasn't a full bikini, I had board shorts on." She was still fuming when she heard her brother's booming laugh from behind her.

"Keela, I think you need to lay off on 'The Wizard of OZ', witches don't really melt when they get wet. You're living proof... I mean how many millions of showers have you taken in your life? I know it's alot because, if you remember correctly, we shared a bathroom most of our lives." He started to laugh even harder, until he saw the death glare she was giving him.

"Rude, do I look blonde to you? No. I know we don't actually melt, I was being sarcastic. Thank you for implying that I'm stupid, I love you too. And Reno, stop poking it, I'm fine, really."

Reno stopped proding, but didn't let her move away from him. "You are not fine, you threw yourself into the other railing to save our daughter from certain death." He sighed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart. His stomach was still in knots, because he couldn't stop thinking how lucky she was that she hadn't been more seriously injured. He looked over to where Dreya was still curled up in Rude's arms. She had stopped crying when he told her that her Mother was going to be okay, but she still needed comfort. "Hey, partner, why don't you take our little mischief maker upstairs." He smiled at her when he asked her, "How about it, Koibito? I'm sure Uncle Tseng and Uncle Rufus would love to see you." Dreya's eyes light up like fireworks, as she tried, unsuccessfully, to jump out of Rude's grasp. Her uncle held her tightly as he walked back into the building with his, now squealing, red haired niece.

After they had left, Cloud looked at Keela, exasperated. "Gods, don't tell me you're related to them too."

Reno was helping her back up when she smiled up at Cloud. "No, I'm not related to either of them."

Reno saw the confused looks on his friends faces and, holding back a laugh, told them, "Tseng and Rufus our Dreya's god parents. They've been together since like, the stone age. And being that they actually are gay, they can't have kids of their own, so we gave them someone to dote on."

Reeve, with Vincent, had been silent throughout the whole conversation. "Seriously? President ShinRa and the director?"

Reno had thought it was blatantly obvious that the two were a couple, but didn't want to sound rude about it. "For cereal and Captain Crunch, yo." The looks he got in response, were priceless.

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"Okay, this is getting ridiculous." Yuffie was sitting in a booth at 7th Heaven, waiting with the others for Tifa to grab them all a few beers, her frustration caught everyone's attention.

"What's wrong, yuffs?" Cloud asked.

"Ugh, I swear, I am about to boycott Smartphones. Completely. This Auto- Correct feature is getting out of hand. I was trying to text Shelke, I typed 'WTF' and this stupid phone came up with 'ergonomics' as a substitute. Ergonomics? I mean, seriously, how is that even possible?" She said, in a huff, as she tossed her phone onto the table.

Tifa had come in during her rant and laughed, "Maybe it's trying to tell you that you shouldn't swear."

Yuffie rolled her eyes at her friend. "Please, I do alot of things I shouldn't, swearing is the least of my worries." While she was sure her friends knew most of her vices, she was a little afraid what they'd think if they'd seen the rest of her texts to Shelke. She almost suffered a heart attack when Reeve picked up her phone.

"There should be a way to disable it, let me take a look." The engineer started to look for a menu of some sort when he saw the messages between Yuffie and Shelke.

Yuffie: shits been kinda crzy this week, think I could drop by a little early

Shelke: early? Yuf I just saw u 3 days ago, u can't possibly b out already

Yuffie: like I said, shits been crzy. Can u help me out?

Shelke: Yuf, u need to slow down, I can't always have xtra just sittin here for u

Yuffie: come on, ur shits the best

Shelke: it could kill u Yuf

Yuffie: only if I get more than 10lbs in my system once

Shelke: fine, how much...

Yuffie: another 3 should b fine

Shelke: ounces? Yuf, I don't have that much xtra!

Yuffie: ERGONOMICS! How do u not have 3 oz?

A little confused, Reeve showed the texts to Cloud. While he didn't understand what they were about, Cloud did.

"Yuffie." Cloud said, clenching his teeth. "Is this what I think it is?"

Yuffie's first instinct was to deny everything. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, you wanna play it like that, do you? Okay, let's just ask Vincent what he thinks, shall we?" He was counting on her feelings for Vincent, knowing she wouldn't want to lose face in front of him.

"FINE! Yes, it's what you think it is." She blurted out, diving for her phone.

Cloud moved it out of her reach by handing it to Tifa. The bar owner looked at the messages and zeroed in on Yuffie. "It's not my place to judge, Yuf, but I agree with Shelke. It's fine in moderation, but you need to slow down. I'm not naive, I know how much three ounces means. But twice in one week?" Tifa, switching into 'Mother Mode', continued her lecture. "I think what hurts the most, is that you felt you had to hide it from us. We're your friends, Yuffie. Did you really think we'd care if you smoked pot recreationally?"

Yuffie didn't really know how to answer that, she just kept looking at Vincent. While they sat in silence for a moment, Tifa's phone rang.

"Hello? Yes, this is she. Ah... okay... yes, I'll be right there, thank you." She ended the call and looked at her friends in a sort of daze. "Keela's in the emergency room." In an instant, everyone was up and scrambling for the door.