Me: Oh my god, I hate technology. I had the Labor Day chapter done, 2 weeks in advance I might add, and then my laptop died! Everything on there is gone. I have a way to get to it, but it'll take a while. I have a new laptop now since it would cost more to fix the old one than get a new one, but all my work…

Mims: kelle is very depressed over this.

Cautai: And she's in a slight bercitis/joint problem flair right now so pain and technology grief is not a good combination.

Me: I'm rewriting the chapter from memory, but that's easier said than done. This sucks. God, Therapy! Over 250 hours logged, I think it was 263 hours actually, 15 pages typed. So close to finishing it too, only like 6 more pages to go. And all my stock oneshots, I had like 11 that I just kept around for no apparent reason and 4 that I actually intended to post. And my gift fic! Fuck, now I have to redo that.

Disclaimer: No owny the characters, no suey the writer.

Warning: Rufus is an ass, Sephiroth is pissy, and Cloud is clueless.

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Cloud stared blankly at the wall in front of him, tuning out the ranting silver haired man behind him. Zack plopped down on the couch next to him and looked between the blond and the wall a few times before shrugging and staring at the white surface as well. Sephiroth paused in his rant to look at his two companions. "What are you staring at?" he finally asked.

"No clue," Zack shrugged.

"Cloud," Sephiroth said, when no response came he poked the blond slightly, "Cloud what are you looking at?"

"Wall."

"…I can see that. Why are you looking at the wall?" Sephiroth exchanged a glance with Zack.

"Because it's too fucking early to listen to you," the blond glanced at Sephiroth as he spoke.

"I blame Rufus," the silver haired man growled.

"We know," Zack groaned, "You'd think the prick would let you have a day off. Why are Cloud and I here again? We don't have to work on holidays you know."

"If I have to be here on what's supposed to be my day off so do you!" the General snarled.

Before either of the spiky haired males could respond the office door opened and in strode Rufus Shinra. "Ah General," he purred as he eyed the silver haired man with far too much interest for any of the gathered men's tastes, "So glad you could make it. And I see you brought your little friends. That's nice."



"I hate you," Sephiroth seethed.

"Love you too," Shinra cooed, "Now, down to business. The reason I needed you to come in today was to strip."

Sephiroth made a move to unsheathe masamune and Zack grabbed his arm, Cloud stared blankly at the wall. "Rufus," Zack said as he pulled the silver haired man away from the young president, "If you want to keep your head I suggest you tell Seph why he's here on his day off."

Rufus seemed to consider the situation for a moment before sobering up. "I need you to go over the new batch of recruits' records before they're admitted. Tseng would usually do it, but he seems to have had something come up."

"What could possibly keep him away?" Sephiroth's voice dripped sarcasm.

"Something about his lung collapsing, I wasn't paying attention when the lazy bastard called in sick. Now here's the files," the blond dropped a stack of folders onto Sephiroth's desk, "Get to it." And with that he was gone.

"I hate that man," Sephiroth growled, "He's just as bad as his father."

"I like cheese," Cloud said as he smiled absently at the wall.

"I think we lost Spiky here," Zack patted the blonde's shoulder and he toppled over, fast asleep.

"Wake him up," Sephiroth growled.

"Let the kid sleep, not like he can help anyway."

Emerald eyes glared at the first class SOLDIER before the General growled and snatched one of the folders off the desk. Three hours later Cloud sat up, stretching lazily to stare at Sephiroth and Zack. Emerald and violet eyes watched him intently as he simply stood and turned to the door. "I'm going to the cook out, see ya," Cloud disappeared through the door and Sephiroth's eye started to twitch.

"Don't say a fucking word," Sephiroth growled as he looked back at the stack of folders, "Fuck this, fuck Rufus, fuck you, especially you, and fuck work!"

"Hey!" Zack snapped, "Fuck you man."

"I meant literally not figuratively."

"Oh…sweet, maybe later."

"Let's go to the cookout."

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Me: I've realized that I've never defined Zack, Cloud, and Sephiroth's relationship, friend asked me what the hell they are to each other, and I have this to say. They sleep and live together, figure it out for yourself.

Mims: She doesn't know.

Me: …I have no fucking clue what they are to each other. Oddly enough I don't really care even though I'm usually really obsessive about details like that. This is just a project, not a complex story. Alright so I rewrote this after completely forgetting what the hell I originally wrote and on only 3 hours of sleep. So yes, it sucks, but I really don't have the energy to do something better right now. So deal with it while I try to get some sleep if my knees will stop feeling like they're going to explode. I hate having bad joints.