Cid opened the door to the den by bumping the door open with his ass. He carefully carried in the tray of sandwiches and two mugs of soup and set them down on the side table before he turned to look at Reno. He was shocked. The man was leaning over the far arm of the couch facing the television dead asleep. It was funny how the coldblooded killer could look so angelic in his sleep. The television was on the International News channel and they were showing the clean up of the Midgar ruins and the destruction of the Shinra Building remains. It was almost scary to see the anger the citizens of the fallen city were displaying. They were pulling down the Turk posters and destroying every sign left of the company. With this violence he could see that there was a slim chance the Turk was getting any sympathy from anywhere.

He looked over at the redhead and saw that he was awake and staring at the TV.

"They really hate us, don't they?" he said softly.

Cid looked back at the television and saw an angry gentleman holding up a picture of the Turks and tearing it to shreds.

"They might just a bit."

Reno stared at the screen until Cid cleared his throat.

"Got the sandwiches and I managed to dig out some soup."

"Thanks yo, I'm starvin."

Reno wasn't kidding either, he finished the soup before Cid had even put his mug to his lips. He ate half the sandwiches and waited until Cid ate his fill before jumping in for the rest.

"Shit, how long has it been since your last meal?"

"Last night I finished off my rations."

"An' what did that consist of?"

"Half a tin of Choco chunks."

"The fucking canned diced chocobo shit?"

Reno nodded with a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly.

"Fuckin' no wonder you''re eatin' everything, that shit is cruel and unusual punishment for fucking Sephiroth. Couldn't you find anything better?"

"Sure, but no one will sell to us. No one will do business with us. We went to our hometowns because they stood a chance at forgiving us. That was the only reason we decided to go our separate ways. Survival."

"Well, where the fuck're you gunna go? Yer hometown is gone."

Reno looked away, "I have a few friends in Junon and some people in Mideel. I'm hoping that they will help me out."

That made Cid frown further, "You couldn't stay with any of the others?"

"No. The towns don't want one of us. Let alone two or more. No, once the weather clears and I can get the chopper working I'll head to Junon."

Cid looked sadly at the Turk, "As long as you have a plan."

Cid stood and collected the dishes and walked to the kitchen. It was odd to think the man had nowhere to go. Rocket town would always want it's Captain. Even after the launch failed, he was welcomed with open arms. He couldn't imagine life without the town, let alone having everyone hate him outside of the town as well. He did the dishes thinking deeply about the redhead's predicament. He was so deep in thought he almost didn't notice a second pair of hands join him in the task.

"I may not be a great housekeeper, but I can help you keep the house straight until we get Betsy off the ground. Unless you would like payment for the use of your couch. I have gil, it's jus' no one will take it."

Cid looked at the man who carefully dried off the teapot and put it back.

"Are you fuckin' nuts? I ain't no inn and I won't be takin' none of yer money. If you want to help with house work, be my guest. I only request that you keep yer ass down stairs unless the house is on fire."

Reno nodded as he dried off the platter the sandwiches were on, "After I finish this would you mind if I use your washing machine? I have somethings that-"

"Of course ya can, but only if'n ya throw in some of my shit too."

The Turk nodded and the two made quick work of the dishes and Reno gathered up the clothes he had been wearing that day and tossed them in the washer with a large chunk of Cid's clothes. The two returned to the den and Cid found a cheesy scifi move for them to watch. He was tired of seeing the wreckage that was one the fair city of Midgar. He also hated seeing that sad look on his current roommates face.

The two fell asleep midway through the movie, but it didn't last long. The pilot woke up around one thirty to soft noises from the couch. He knew about Turks and their nightmares. Vincent had his fair share of them and had explained to ignore him and he would eventually wake up. That was rule was in place because of the man's demons and the likelihood that in his half awake state might tear his roommate to pieces. Somehow he doubted that the young redhead on the couch would do the same, but he decided to let the man sleep.

He was on his way out of the den when he noticed the tears on the man's face in the light of the television. A pang of sadness echoed in Cid's chest. He quickly stifled the feeling, grabbed a throw pillow, and on his way out threw it at the Turk. He heard the man gasp awake and the couch give that telltale creak sitting up, but he kept walking to his room. It was bed time, not console the Turk time. He curled up under his sheets and fell asleep listening to the icy rain. It had been a long and confusing day.

~Lookie lookie Chapter 3! I have more chapters to edit, but then they'll be up for you to enjoy. Hope you all liked it! Next chapter has a new character to the mix and boy do they have an opinion. Reviews are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
~CR