Reno held a chunk of chocolate bar between his teeth as he listened to Cid curse at Betsy. It was true that Reno knew every part of Betsy inside and out and that he was the only person that had ever fixed the metal beauty, but Cid was an expert. Sometimes a person needs to let an expert do the work, because simply learning from experience wasn't enough. Besides they were using Cid's garage, tools, and parts and the Turk really didn't want to break anything that wasn't his. Cid cursed and slunk down from the engine compartment, heaving a sigh as he stretched out.

"Yer pretty well fucked."

"How so?"

"Well, the fuckin' power turbine support came loose and cracked several of the parts in the engine. It's gunna take at least a week of werk and about a thousand dollars in parts to fix."

Reno sat back against Betsy and heaved a great sigh. "I have the cash, but if you dun want to put in the work I understand."

Cid looked up from the bag of chips he had opened, "What do you mean?"

"It's gunna take more work than most would want to put it. If you don't want to do it-"

"Would ya shut up already? Of course I'm gunna fix yer fucking chopper. Ya think I want that hunk of shit laying around my garage. Fuck yer a dumb shit some times. If you got the money, I'll help yer ass fix this fucking heap."

Reno smiled, "Thank you."

"Dun mention it, but I need ta put in the order fer this shit and you gotta let yer boss know yer gunna be here about a week."

Reno nodded and picked up his PHS. He smiled at the ringback tone he had set when the man was sleeping one day, apparently he never called his own phone.

"Reno, whats wrong?" came the brisk response from Tseng.

"Nothing is wrong, well besides the fact that Betsy has over a thousand dollars worth of damage and it'll take a week to fix."

"Do you need someone to come get you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I assume Highwind told you he wouldn't help you fix it. Do you need someone to come get you and take you to Junon?"

"Actually, he said he would help me fix it. He is ordering the parts for it right now. I was just calling to let you know I would be staying in Rocket Town for an extended period of time."

There was a long pause, unhealthily long for Tseng.

"Boss?"

"Fine. That's fine."

"What is your problem?"

"It's nothing Reno. Call me when you get Betsy back up and running. If anything changes here I'll call you."

"Tseng?"

The phone clicked off. 'What the fuck is his problem? He didn't want me staying at his pagoda or anywhere near Wutai. Now I'm checking in and he get's pissy with me? Fuck him.'

Reno walked back into the garage and saw Cid leaning against a support beam as he put in the order.

"Thanks Raoul. I owe you one." he said as he hung up and turned back to Reno, "Good news, my supplier has all the parts and is sendin' them tomorrow. Better news, he's cuttin' us a HUGE deal and we're getting' em all for half the price. Apparently nobody owns yer model chopper anymore aside from Shinra and he doesn't want to be associated with you lot anymore so he's givin' us a a whole shit ton of parts. Sometimes it's good to be an outcast huh?"

The returned frown told Cid he may have wanted to phrase things a bit differently.

"I'm still paying him full price. I don't want his discount if that is his reasoning." Reno spat angrily and pulled out a cigarette.

"Woah, sorry man. I didn't mean any shit by it. I was jus' sayin'."

Reno gave a dismissive movement with his hand, he didn't want to hear the explanation. The Turk stalked into the house, leaving a trail of smoke in his wake. Cid followed after, hoping he hadn't completely pissed the man off.

"Hey, I said I was sorry. I was jus' trying to make light of the situation. Dun get all pissy because-"

Reno turned and did a fair impression of Tseng rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It's alright. I'm sorry I got snappy, I jus' have a lot on my plate right now and Tseng kinda hung up on me. It's not your fault. Thank you again for helping me."

Cid stopped and listened to Reno's PHS buzz irritably. Reno frowned and looked at it, "I'm also kinda tired and a bit crabby."

*Buzz*

"So maybe I should just go lie down-"

*Buzz*

"Take a quick nap-"

*Buzz*

"Reno, are you gunna answer that fuckin' thing?"

"It's texts." Reno said angrily as he opened and shut the phone, "Tseng has a hard time expressing himself face to face or, in this case, vocally. So he chooses to text me and from all the buzzing he's sent me a novel. He also knows that I suck at texting, so when I try to reply I won't be able to say what I want through text faster than he can and when I try to call, he won't answer. It's his way of saying his piece without having me argue in return."

"What a fuckin' bitch." Cid said lighting up a smoke.

"Yeah, he can be." Reno said then made a motion at the den door, "I'm going to nap off my bad mood."

"Yea and maybe you should answer those texts."

Reno nodded and walked into the den, lay down on his makeshift bed and opened his phone.

'I wonder what he had to say this time.'

~~I decided that since the last chapter was skimpy I would put up two! HUZZAH! Here is chapter 9 in all it's glory. The next one is nice and long, but needs a bit of editing before I put it up. If you like what I write feel free to review, if you hate what I write please feel free to review. Heck, if you're dog Mortimer wees on the carpet every time I post a chapter and you think it's a funny coincidence, feel free to tell me (and sorry for your carpet). I LOVE hearing from you guys and trust me I write faster when I see reviews in my e-mail (and I do my best to respond to them!) Thank you, thank you, thank you! ~CR

OH and the ringback tone Reno set? If anyone guesses the song, they get to see the next chapter early. I'll send it either on AIM, facebook, or through the document manager here. A hint, it's got a techno-ish feel to it. Good luck!