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[It begins with the rain.

The sunlight was bright and lazy, a hazy blanket that settled on his limbs and weighed them down. He could hear the warm hum of Zack's voice but nothing could make him move. He drifted. He knew he'd be safe, somewhere, in some primal part of his brain, so he didn't try to think. All he did was shuffle his feet when he was carried, toes dragging through the dirt, fingers dragging through his hair.

The leather of his gloves squeak. The safety leaves. He goes back to drifting but then the rain comes, fat drops of it plink-plinking against the armor on his shoulder, dripping into his face; it's cold and it's heavy and it whispers in a rhythm he thinks he's heard before, get. up. get. up.

It takes some doing but he gets up. He falls more than once but he gets up. And as he gets up it's as if he breaks the surface of a lake; suddenly the water dripping into his eyes is in the way and he reaches up to wipe his face, staggers over to a rock to push his shoulder into it, listening to the rain and the gunshots and the sharp clang of metal just past the path. Safety went that way. Warmth and care and-],

Zack, [Cloud croaks, shaking all the way down to his guts, to his bones, as he clutches the boulder and searches for somewhere inside of him the strength to move. Gunshots- Zack doesn't use a gun. Zack doesn't use a gun. Cloud can't remember his last name but he knows this, he knows this, knows the broad shape of the sword on his back like the broad shape of his shoulders, like the broad stretch of his smile. He's fighting, he'd tucked Cloud away- Gods, everything is so confusing but he knows that there are people dying over there and one of them could be-

He finds within him the strength to move, from the same dark, furious pit that had him pull himself down onto a sword what feels like eons ago. Cloud literally stumbles into someone, startles them and when they swing their weapon around to bear he moves so quick he knocks himself off balance, knocks them both into the mud and he wrestles the rifle from him. Shoots him dead.

Shoots him d- Cloud looks up, eyes wide, and shoots the next man too. And the next, and the next, anyone without mako eyes, anyone without a huge sword like Zack's. Anyone standing between them, between the sound of his voice shouting. Suddenly the forces are split in half as they realize their opponents are now two, and Cloud clocks someone with the empty rifle before slipping his way over to where Zack sags, barely holding onto the sword.

He pushes Zack behind himself, stares at the troopers before him, every limb and every word and every breath shaking as he hisses, too low to make it over the rain,] Get away from him...!

[The ground beneath their feet gives a lurch, a sickening swoop and then, suddenly, they fall.]

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[Falling with swords is dangerous, he thinks, as the ground collapses beneath them. And then, a heartbeat later, when did Cloud wake up?

Dumb question, he knows. Cloud woke up between now and when Zack left him tucked away behind a rock where it was safe. He's just a flash of colour, blue and dusty yellow amidst all the grey and brown, hardly recognizable, but Zack would know his voice anywhere even if it's been years since he heard it properly. Your mind tends to cling to the good when you're surrounded by awful, and the lab... oh, the lab had been awful.

He tries to reach out for Cloud, but he'd already been falling backwards when the cliff broke beneath them, and his arm won't move anyway, so instead he just lets it happen. He's so tired.

He can hear her voice, too. He can hear the sounds of Midgar, the steady drip-drip of water on her flowers, the surprised, delighted lilt in her tone when he shows up unannounced-

I was almost-

He hits the ground hard, but he barely feels it, ricocheted once from the force of it and sinking deep into the muck upon the second impact. The Buster is ripped from his grasp and lies useless at his side. He already knows he's going to die; he can feel the uncountable holes in his chest, the life bleeding out of him with every struggling heartbeat. He'd kept on fighting for as long as he could, the Buster sword dipping lower and lower with every gunshot that met its mark, but he'd been running out of time and strength well before the last bullet struck.

It's alright, he thinks. He'd faced down the army under the assumption that death was the likely result, hoping against hope that maybe, if he was good enough, if he fought hard enough, he'd make it out alive somehow. And even if that proved impossible, at least Cloud would be safe.

One out of two's not bad.

Exhausted and bleeding out, he stares at the mud, the only miserable thing in his view, since he lacks the strength to even turn his head. What an awful way to go. The rain... even with how nice it feels, even with how it somehow carries this strange, nostalgic feeling... he wishes for just a few seconds that it would clear up.

It just... would have been nice to see the open blue sky one last time before he died.]

[The world flips and turns; his back hurts and his limbs, his head, gods his head but where he expects to be broken, he's only just bruised. When he blinks the shock out of his vision to see the cliff above, huge, dribbling mud and so, so far above them, he can't hardly believe it. He should be dead. He should be dead, that was stories high, he couldn't-

Just scraped knees again, huh?

Cloud shakes his head, rolls onto his side- and spies that sword sunk into the muck, with a muddied, bloodied hand near it.] Zack, [Cloud gasps, scrabbling over the rocks and dirt over to where his friend lay half-buried in the ground, blood turning the mud a dark clay. He pulls him out- oh, his chest, there's so much blood, so many holes. He has to- There must be something he can-

Did you do this?!

Cloud flinches and grabs at his head at the stab of pain. He doesn't have time for this, for confusion; they have guns, once the men left alive muster up the courage to approach the cliff they'll come looking for them. -but there's one now, caught up in the mudslide as they were, unmistakably dead judging by the angle of his neck. Cloud gently sets Zack down and heads over to the trooper and rummages through his pockets. -shit, only a potion? That's it? Cloud curses, takes the trooper's wallet, a set of keys to something or other, and brings the potion over to Zack as he pulls the cork out with his teeth.

He nearly drops it in his shock when he sees Zack's eyes open. Hadn't they been closed before? But no, maybe he was thinking of someone else, long brown hair or maybe blond, like his, his mind and memories all jumbled together like a child's unorganized toy box. There are pieces of him all over, but at least he can follow the current train of thought, at least he can see Zack, and get an arm under his neck and shoulders, and tip the potion into his mouth. It'll help a little bit, at least; it'll keep him alive until- until Cloud can get him somewhere. Midgar is right there, just a little further, just a little...!]

[Up close, the blur becomes a face, though it still takes a great deal of effort to focus on him properly. Cloud is there, then gone, then back again, and when Zack opens his mouth to try and speak - because he needs to go, he needs to escape before any sort of back-up arrives, he needs to live - suddenly there's a bottle in his mouth, weakly curative liquid flowing down his throat. He tries to swallow, coughs it up and tries again; there's too much blood in his lungs for his throat to split the difference. Even for all his unhelpful wheezing, enough of the potion affects him that he can feel, against all odds, some of his body healing, just a little. Still too much to have made any great difference, but it buys him time, at the very least.

Time enough to say goodbye. Maybe- he can tell him to find Aerith, and then...

Say something heroic, something succinct and noble. Something Angeal would say. Something he can remember.]

Cloud... f-for the both of us, you...

[Even without me, you can live through this...]

[Cloud nods. Right, for the both of them, he has to do this. Words are still- getting them to come to his mouth (in his head) is a challenge, but he understands, and he wants Zack to know what he's asking.

He wants Cloud to get him to Midgar.

So first, Cloud goes for that giant sword. He doesn't know how, but he'll have to bring that with him. It's important, terribly important, as important to Zack as nearly his own life so he'll have to make sure he brings it...somehow, while also carrying Zack. The best thing would be to attach it to Zack's back harness and then pull Zack up onto his back and shoulders. He doesn't know how he's going to carry that much weight to Midgar, but it doesn't matter.

He has to.

But when he goes to yank that sword out of the muck, bracing and pulling with all his strength, he almost flings the damn thing back over his shoulders. He staggers, brings the sword forward again and stares in wonder as he holds it up off the ground without even trembling with the effort. ...and then he lets go, and holds it in one hand. How...? How?

-no time. He'll figure that out later, after Zack's somewhere safe. Cloud rolls him onto his side just long enough to attach the sword, then crouches and struggles until he can get Zack draped over his shoulders like a huge, bleeding blanket. He'll have to hurry, and he'll have to figure out the gates once he gets there but that'll come later. First things first, get Zack to Midgar.]

[Oh, good, he's taking the Buster with him, Zack was about to drag it over to- wait wait wait, what what is he doing-]

...Wha... Cloud...

[It's all he can get out, his voice weak and trembling over the sound of the falling rain and squelching footsteps, lungs half-collapsed and pressed up against Cloud's back. He's... bringing them both? But he'll never make it. Even with how close they are, Midgar is still so far away, and there's danger right behind them. If the troops catch up to them they're finished. On his own, Cloud could just run for the city and leave him behind, he's almost literally dead weight anyway. What would be the point of any of this if they both die here?]

[The rain starts really pouring down, cold but surprisingly clean for how close they are to Midgar. It tastes like spring in the corners of Cloud's mouth, even as he slips over the dust-turned-muck in the wastelands leading into Midgar proper. It's difficult to see; Cloud can only barely see the dimmest dark shadow of Midgar in the distance, but he realizes with a soaring heart that if he can't even see Midgar that the troopers probably can't see them.

They stand a chance.

Cloud hikes Zack up, limbs weak but somehow still working, and begins plodding toward Midgar.

--

It feels like days. Time disappears in his head, reappears. All that is constant is Zack's bleeding weight against his back and the rain, plink-plink against their armor, the sword, get-up. get-up. keep-go-ing. He forgets for a moment where he's walking, just that he can't stop, until he looks up startled and sees the edge of the Plate looming over his head, the Sector 5 slums gate right in front of him. He didn't even see- how did he get here? When did he get here?

Cloud looks across the gate, heart up in his throat as he squeezes Zack's legs to his sides uncertainly and his knee presses into something in his pocket. Cloud withdraws the trooper's wallet from his pocket and fishes out his ID card with trembling fingers. The wallet slips from his hand to the muck, but Cloud got what he needed.

The gate beeps, but opens. Cloud leaves the keycard in the mud too, because Zack has begun to slip and Cloud doesn't know how he's managed to carry him this far anyway. This is as far as he's gotten with his plan; this is Midgar, they're at Midgar. But...where to now?

Cloud's head empties, blissfully, terrifyingly blank as he begins with one step forward, then another, and allows the momentum it brings to carry him onward.]

[ It's been a long time.

The years have gone by faster than Aerith had ever realised, and she doesn't know what to do with herself. She looks after the flowers, goes between her home and the church, she writes letters and she stares at the postbox, and she waits. That's what she's done for years and years, running around and avoiding the Turks, avoiding her sadness and her frustration, the way that she hopes and wishes and prays that the Planet will tell her something, eventually.

Years and years go by and she waits, changing her clothes and looking for pink, pink, pink, as if that would be enough to bring him back. It's later when she's settled amongst her flowers when she feels something, almost like a chill down her spine, and she blinks, her eyes widening. It's like a pull, a tug, on her very spirit, and she pushes herself up, her hands over her chest.

Could it be?

It's so easy to run out of the church, to follow the instinct, the pull, to think about trying to search the slums. It drags her away, and she knows there's something she has to do. Moving forward, she chases the feeling until she steps out and sees something familiar - a head of hair she has't seen in years. It's right outside the church, and she feels as though she's going to cry and be sick at the same time. ]

Zack-

[ She chokes off the sound and she rushes forward, almost ignoring the boy carrying him as she focuses on him with an intensity she can't stop. It's only when she sees the blood and feels the exhaustion that she stops, urging them both back inside the church. ]

Put him there, in the middle, by the flowers.

[Oh thank god, instructions. Finally, someone just telling him what to do; it feels like he's been walking for days without a single idea of what he's doing and now, here she is with a voice that sounds like spring rain, and soft hands and whoever she is, she's a life saver. Please don't let her be some kind of- of something, some kind of bad person. She can't be, she couldn't be a- whatever they were called-

Flowers. Flowers, put him in the flowers. Pay attention, Cloud.

Cloud shakes his head hard, but drops heavily down to a knee and carefully rolls Zack off of his back. He takes long enough to remove the Buster from Zack's harness and set it aside before helping the girl set his shoulders down beside the flowers.

...and now he's left with nothing again. He looks to the girl, hoping for more direction. He'll do anything to keep from thinking.]

Oh, Zack...

[ Even as she watches him she's moving around, gathering things here and there. She practically lives in the church sometime so there are rogue blankets and some other things - those are what she uses as a makeshift bandage, frowning as she gets to work trying to patch up her... Her Zack. She almost doesn't pay any attention to the person who brought him in, not until she realises a second set of hands could come in useful, even as she tries to summon some kind of power to do some work for her.

Her hands go still as she stares at Cloud, and she wonders, absently. She doesn't really know what to say or do, so she hesitates instead, lips turning down into a small frown.

What had happened? How had they ended up like this? Was this real or a dream? She had felt the Planet talk to her, but she hadn't understood a single word, but she knew, she knew, it had to have something to do with Zack. Her hands shake a little as she tends to him and she breathes out, closing her eyes. ]

Could you help me make some bandages? Please?

[ She doesn't even know this boy's name, but she looks over at him, afraid and hopeful all at once. ]

[He'd started staring at the way Zack was breathing laboriously, blood bubbling up from his lips like a froth when her request jerks him out of his stupor.]

Make b-...? [It takes a horrible amount of time for that to sink in, time Zack spends bleeding to death, but Cloud manages to grasp what she needs and gasps when he finally understands, nodding and pushing himself up to head over to a pile of bedsheets. Making bandages. Right. Tear these into strips, right? He doesn't have anything to cut with, but when he tries to tear the cloth just parts so he keeps doing that, doesn't ask questions, doesn't think about anything else, just. Making bandages.]

[ As soon as there's cloth to use Aerith goes for it, wrapping them around Zack's wounds and summoning all her strength to help him. She can do this, can't she? She knows her own strength, her own power, and she prays desperately - she prays as hard as she can that whatever she has will be enough to keep Zack alive, to keep him strong and fighting. She doesn't know what else she can do; she needs to go and get warm water, some pillows, something to make him comfortable, but she doesn't want to leave him and she can't send this strange, poor boy off on his own.

When she's done as much as she can her hands fall away, covered in Zack's blood, her face pale and her limbs shaking. She sits back in the flowers, feeling them wilt with her own sadness, and she closes her eyes. All these years... And she just wants to cry. She wants to cry and fall apart, but there's nothing she can do but cling to whatever strength she has left, desperately grasping at it and bringing it close to her chest. ]

You brought him back.

[ Looking over, she breathes out, soft and tired and sad, but with hope in her eyes. ]

I'm Aerith.

[When there's nothing else to tear Cloud comes over to where Aerith is tending to Zack, staring down at the way the bandages stain red almost immediately, at the way Zack hardly moves, the way his face slowly pales as he loses more and more blood.

The girl's voice reaches him through the mako haze and he blinks, looking up at her too slow. Aerith. ...Aerith, that's familiar, had Zack talked about her? Did he tell Cloud about her? Cloud knew he had a girlfriend but he didn't know anything more than that, because for all of Zack's friendliness he could be a very private person.]

I'm- [Cloud stops short, alarmed, but at the last minute-] Cloud. Cloud, I- ...I think. [He looks back down at Zack, his breath still wet and rattling.] Zack, was, I-...He was...gonna die. To make sure I- I wasn't caught.

[It feels like he couldn't possibly manage another word, but something about this church, about her wide and frightened gaze puts a little more strength into him so Cloud looks back up at her with sunken eyes.] I heard your voice on th-the rain. So I got up.

[ She keeps taking care of him, brushing her fingers through Zack's hair, uncertain and unsure, feeling as though there's a weight on her chest. She wants him to open his eyes, to see his beautiful, sky blue eyes all over again, to remember why she wasn't afraid of him. He was so handsome, so beautiful, and she wants to see him alive and brilliant all over again.

That's what she wants. She misses him, she misses seeing him, and her heart aches even as she turns her attention back to Cloud, taking him in for a long moment. Zack saving someone... It doesn't surprise her even a little bit. It's something he would do, and she knows it. ]

Cloud. I'm glad you found your way here. [ And she means it, too. Now that Zack is settled and bandaged she can turn her attention to him, grabbing some of the strips of fabric and moving to his side. ] That sounds like something he would do. You're friends, aren't you?

[ But, then... Aerith breathes out, glancing back down at the body on the flowers, her hands clenching. ]

My voice? I wonder...

[I wouldn't do that to you.

Cloud flinches and grabs at his head, missing her contemplative murmur.

We're friends, right?]

I don't...I don't remember. [They must be, they must be, if Zack was carrying him around all over. And he knows what Zack is like as a person, at least a little bit; they must've spent a considerable amount of time together, Cloud just...can't remember it.

Aerith looks just as tired as he feels, her fingers tacky with Zack's blood, so Cloud puts a hand over hers to stop her from tending to him.]

-not hurt. Fine. I'm fine. [More importantly,] P...potions. For Zack. Where can I...? [He doesn't care if he has to rob a place or knock over a liquor store or what, he'll get some goddamn potions.]

[ Her own exhaustion doesn't matter, she thinks, as she focusses on Cloud. He might say that he's fine but she's not sure she can trust it, not when her heart is in her throat and she's watching him with a careful, intense gaze, wondering how far she can push him, how much she might be able to nudge forward, how much she could question.

He's not well, she thinks, and she shakes her head as she puts the bandages to one side.

She doesn't bother washing her hands. They'll just get dirty again when she has to swap the bandages later. ]

That's okay. You have time. You're safe now.

[ Aerith stares down at their hands all the same, wondering how they got here, how Cloud managed to drag Zack all the way through Midgar and own to her doorstep. They were meant to find her, she thinks, and she was glad she was here, waiting for them, hearing the whispers on the wind.

Motioning to the door, she shifts nervously. ]

There's a shop not too far away. If you follow the paths you'll be able to make your way through to the market.

[ And it's easy to pass him some Gil, too, because he doesn't look like he has much in the way of money. ]

I'll take care of him. I promise.

[Aerith...you don't even have to promise. Cloud trusts you to look after Zack far better than he ever could.

Instructions are easy. Even if he means he has to look, remember things, talk; Zack's breathing is making his head run in circles, but this is something he can do not only to get away from the sound, but to make it stop. To make- to make Zack better. Zack shouldn't be bleeding to death in a flower patch. Zack shouldn't be dying at all.

Cloud takes the money, gets up, and leaves.

It takes him too long to find the market, but once he gets there his confusion and awkward, shuffling gait make him an easy target for someone looking to shake him down for cash. The mugger's tune changes when Cloud picks him up by the throat and presses him against the wall, and Cloud leaves with eighty extra gil for medicine.

He asks an innkeeper, a dress shop owner and some random bystander for potions before a kid standing outside of a hut with a sign Cloud can't understand ushers him inside and over to his brother at the counter.]

Potions, [Cloud rasps, out of patience as he smacks the gil he has down on the counter. He doesn't know how honest the storekeeper is, but it's not as if he has the capacity to double-check right now and he takes the half-crate of potions they pass over and leave.

When he comes back he feels a little better, a little more sure in his skin. Things make a little bit more sense; there's an order to the world he's forgotten for...however long it's been. He's still navigating it, navigating himself but now he knows how to set himself a purpose, how to take strides to achieve it. Keep a mugger from mugging you: fight back. Need to get potions: find the store, demand what you want.

Right. This is Midgar. You can't make it in Midgar if you don't shore up and get stronger, that's always been the case.

Cloud sets the crate of potions down beside Zack and Aerith, and when he looks at her hands, at Zack, he knows what they need.] You got running water here? [He needs to keep moving, like working out a cramp. If he sits still he'll become useless again, and Zack needs him to be moving, Aerith needs him to be moving. He can work on the finer points of that later.]

[ As soon as Cloud leaves, Aerith feels as though she might break.

Her fingers run over Zack's body gently, feeling out the wounds, testing the bandages, checking him over and wondering what to do. Her eyes are damp and her hands are shaking and she feels like she might fall apart, but her stomach is in knots and she's finding it hard to breathe. She wants to figure herself out, to lean down, to hold onto him, to never let him go until her strength has passed through onto him and Zack opens his eyes and smiles at her.

She's missed his smile, his laughter, the way he shook his head, ran his fingers through his hair, the shrug of his shoulders... ]

Zack...

[ How is she meant to survive this? She feels as though her body is going to break under her, and she shifts, kneeling behind him so that she can get his head on her lap. He's still breathing, at least, even if it's slow and uncertain, and she swallows, bowing her head. ]

You can't leave, okay? You can't go anywhere, not again. You're not allowed, and that's an order! I don't - I don't care about anything else. All my wishes and my letters... None of those matter, okay? None of it matters as long as you come back. Do you understand? Just... Just come back.

[ She's still sitting that way when Cloud comes back, potions dropping at her side - and she's reaching for them before she can even hear what he's saying, fuzz in her ears and a buzzing making her feel numb. She has to force herself to breathe and when she does she manages to find the words to reply. ]

In - in the back. There's a small bathroom, there's a sink in there.

[ It's hard to focus on Cloud when Zack is right here, and it's more important to tend to his hurts than it is to worry about herself. ]

[The church isn't exactly gigantic; he has to step over some fallen lumber to get to the half-busted door and pushes it open, going straight for the sink when he spots himself in the mirror. ...dear god, he's covered in blood. No wonder people were staring when he was looking for the pharmacy.

Cloud's stomach suddenly lurches at the sight and he struggles with the SOLDIER belt, yanking at the clasps until he can unbuckle it, dropping it to the ground before yanking off his shirt and shoving it into the sink, turning on the sink as strong as it'll go. Scrubbing his shirt doesn't do much but he uses it to wipe down his neck and shoulders, his arms, his face and it's just- it's just everywhere and his hands won't stop fucking shaking.

He grips the edges of the sink and looks up at his reflection, breath coming in quick little bursts before he just-]

...ha. Hahaha... [Cloud ducks his head, biting his lip. It's not funny, it's not funny at all but now all he can remember is how the pharmacy shopkeeper had commented on all the blood and how he'd answered, 'not mine,' before taking his potions and leaving. It was probably not the worst thing the Sector 6 slums had seen, but the absurdity of it all... They'll think he committed a murder.

But he did, didn't he?]

Hahahah- [Cloud claps his hand over his mouth, squeezing hard enough to make tears come to his eyes before finally he lowers it, fingers trembling as he turns away from the sink to find a bucket. There's one in the corner, already cleaned so he wrings his shirt out and sticks the bucket under the tap, turning on the hot water as well to let it fill up as he shakes his shirt out and pulls it on wet.

He leaves the SOLDIER belt behind as he takes the bucket of warm water over to Aerith, retrieving some of those scraps of cloth too short to work as bandages, wets a few and starts getting to work cleaning the blood away from Zack's hairline.]

[ She's too focussed on Zack to think about anything else, that's what she realises.

Her hands are sticky with his blood, now, and they shake as she pushes them through his hair, touching the skin of his cheek, feeling for warmth and breath and life, making sure that he hadn't left her again. Her stomach was twisted up in knots and she knew, she knew she wouldn't be going home tonight and her mom was going to worry, and what if the Turks decided today was a good day for a visit? She might be able to warn off Tseng, but Reno was always so rude in comparison...

Zack is here. That's what Aerith's shaken mind focusses on. Zack is here and under her fingertips and she can't do anything but try her best to make sure that it stays that way - that nothing, even death, would dare take him away from her side, robbing her of the chance at happiness, robbing him of the same.

Doesn't he deserve better?

Cloud comes back and Aerith stares at him, blankly, just for a moment. His shirt is wet and something seems different, but she can't quite place it. Most important, of course, is the bucket in his hands and the cloth he reaches for, and Aerith goes to do the exact same thing, even with the heavy weight of Zack's head on her lap. Nothing stops her. ]

You said your name was Cloud, right?

[ Her voice is quiet, but it still echoes in the silence of the Church. ]

... Thank you.

[He doesn't have the words to describe just how undeserving he feels of that gratitude so instead he just shakes his head, pursing his lips and holding Zack's hair back, scooping some water over his hairline as it runs pink into the dirt and onto her clothes. Sorry Aerith, those are probably beyond saving.

There isn't much they can do before they change his bandages, hoping that the potions at least stopped the bleeding, but they can at least get some of the blood out of his hair. With how pale Zack is it almost feels like dressing a corpse- nope, not gonna think like that.] You're his girlfriend, [Cloud rasps, not looking up at Aerith's face as he grabs up the tub of filthy water to take it back and change it.] ...he missed you.

[ Aerith doesn't care about her clothes, at least. She can get more of those, more silly pink things because Zack had said pink, pink was good, and she had waited so long for him to come back and see it... Now that he's here she's not sure what to do with herself, her eyes hurting from forcing herself not to cry, her hands shaking as she pushes the pieces of herself back together.

She can't cry right now. She has to be strong, to take care of these boys. That's what she needs to do. ]

That's right. [ Her voice is soft and quiet, now, her fingers brushing over his cheeks, touching Zack with as much reverence as she can manage. ] I missed him too. It's been a very long time. [ She doesn't know what to do with the knowledge that he had been gone for so long and come back like this, but her eyes follow Cloud as he gets up to leave the room, at least until he's gone.

Then her focus is on Zack and nothing else, her breathing coming sharp.

He has to come back, that's what she's decided. He's going to wake up. ]

[He can't remember passing out. He doesn't remember much at all after the cliff, really- he'd been bracing himself for death, unable to imagine a scenario where he survived losing that much blood, with that many injuries. A single potion wasn't going to make much of a difference. When Cloud dragged him onto his back and started walking towards the city, all he'd been able to think is that hopefully no one would arrest him for carrying a corpse through the gates. Guy's already been through enough.

After that moment, he hadn't known what to expect. Hadn't expected anything at all, in fact. Waking up is a slow process of registering his surroundings one by one, little details. Shadows, moving past his eyelids. Voices, the words indistinct past the blood rushing in his ears. Water trickling down his face. The taste of potion in his mouth, the tingle of it on his skin.

His heart, pumping unsteadily, fighting for every beat.

There are hands, holding him. Brushing through his hair. He feels a seize of panic at first, frightened and angry and too exhausted to move, because- if Shinra found them, if they'd been caught-

-I won't go back there-

He lacks the strength to struggle, which forces him to wait and pay attention as awareness returns slowly to his mind. The hands are... gentle, too careful to be a grunt or a scientist. Soft, like whatever's beneath his head. Not a pillow, but almost- it's been so long since he had a proper pillow to sleep on. Feels nice.

There's a smell in the air too, nearly overwhelmed by all the blood, something sweet and nostalgic. It tickles gently at his nose, trying to make him remember. Whatever it is, there must be a lot of it for him to be able to smell it. Something about it is familiar.

Smells... almost like...

His breath catches, chest heaving as the potions seal the holes in his lungs and neck enough for him to get a proper breath, and when he exhales it's a weak, thready cough, splashing fresh blood on his lips. Dead men don't need to breathe, dead men don't cough. Against all odds, he's alive, hanging on by a thread, and he's being cared for.

I know... I know this...

Eyes fluttering, he looks up. His sight is too dim, everything around him a blur of light and dark, but there's a brightness above him that he hadn't expected. The sky? He'd hoped for the sky.

...or is it...]

[ Aerith is quiet as she takes care of Zack, washing his face and his hair, mindless of her cloths, checking on his wounds and double checking them, wondering if she had enough magic and if the potions were enough. She doesn't quite feel as though she has the strength to be a proper nurse and she feels the guilt rise up inside of her, not being good enough to help him when he needed her the most. He had always been there for her, hadn't he?

The last few years don't count. She doesn't know that story.

At first, she misses when he first moves. She thinks it's a trick of the light. But when he coughs, a quiet, hoarse noise, Aerith's eyes widen and she leans down, gazing at him. She doesn't dare to hope that he's really waking up, but there's no denying the shift of his body, the way he moves, the way that his eyes are flickering, and she feels her own welling up with tears.

He's waking up, and he's going to look at her, and she's going to smile and it'll be okay.

Heart racing, Aerith cups his face gently, stroking against the damp side of his cheeks where she and Cloud had taken care of him. She breathes out and leans down, trying her best not to break down and cry. ]

Zack... You're waking up, aren't you?

[ Her hand slips back into his hair, brushing it from his face. Long, hm. ]

You're home.

[It's her voice that does it, in the end. Everything had been so familiar, blending together- the scents around him, the soft warmth touching him, the increasing sense of safe, of care, of it's okay now. His mind's been too muddled to really make any sense of it but suddenly, her words break through the haze to reach him, like a hand curled around his own to pull him up out of the dark. His eyes widen, gaze darting left and right to find her in the blurred chaos his vision has become. The world's spinning dizzily, he can't find her, but he knows, he knows-]

Aer- [Blood chokes his breath again; he coughs, he wheezes, and he tries again,] Aerith...

[He's home? He made it? Is this some kind of dream? Or is it really...

His hands curl weakly at his sides, trying to reach for her, but he can't even find the energy to move them. His whole body feels heavy, tied down by immeasurable weights. His fingers curl around the petals of the flowers, and suddenly he knows where he is.

How did Cloud...]

[ It's so obvious how hard he's fighting and Aerith can't do much more than watch him, grabbing one of the strips of fabric to wipe away the blood that comes as soon as he comes to, brushing it gently over his mouth with all the tenderness she can muster. She feels heavy with the weight of her own feelings, joy and excitement and heartache rolling together into something inexplicable, and she reaches to stroke at his hair again, unable to do anything else. ]

It's me. You're back.

[ Does she need to say anything else? Her fingers move to find his, reaching out to sink around the familiar digits as he struggles to reach for her. Aerith dosen't mind doing all the work this time; hadn't Zack done enough for her, in the end? Wasn't this good enough? ]

Don't try to talk too much, okay? You need to take some time and relax. You're still healing, after all.

[Don't try to talk? He wants to laugh. He wants to scream and cry and lunge up to hug her. Deep down he knows he should be worried- if Shinra tracked them, if they followed Cloud, they'd find her and he can't protect her like this. They should get the hell out of here, recover somewhere far away from her so she'll be safe from the danger that's followed them for almost a year now.

He can't, though. He doesn't even try. His fingers curl around hers, his grip weak and bloody, barely able to convey his urgency and relief. She's here, she's real. He can feel her, solid and strong. She's holding him, making sure he knows he's not alone.

Hah... so stupid. Even if he could run from her, even if his legs would carry him, he couldn't do it. There's nowhere in the world he'd rather be right now than here, with her.

He closes his eyes reluctantly, focusing on breathing more carefully- in, out, in, out, letting his lungs settle, letting the curatives do their job, basking quietly in her presence. She's the one keeping him safe now, isn't she? She's kept him alive.

He'll trust her, then.]

Cloud...?

[He's safe too, right? He made it? Somehow, he woke up and found this place. He must be okay. Aerith would know.]

[ Aerith can appreciate his determination to speak, she thinks; she wants to let him know that she understands, that she wants to wrap herself around him and never let go. She just wants to shove herself into his arms and not stop, and her heart aches with how she has to keep herself quiet - but she doesn't. Instead, she nods her head, voice lowering into something softer and gentler, stroking her fingers over his cheeks and smiling. ]

Cloud's okay. He's getting water.

[ She shifts, just a little, adjusting her weight before she breathes out. Should she give him another potion? Try some more magic? She's not sure what to do, what Zack's SOLDIER body needs to heal, and she breathes in and out before she smiles again. ]

Just relax, okay. I'm going to take care of you.

[ She smiles, leaning down to touch his cheeks with her fingers, wanting to kiss him but being afraid. ]

You're going to be okay.

[Cloud returns with his SOLDIER belt mostly cleaned and back on, bootfalls quick and sure as he thunks the water back down beside Aerith.

Seeing Zack awake isn't as much of a shock, though it is a relief. He drops to a knee, resting a hand on Zack's shoulder and eyeing the red on the inside of his lips.] Rest. Gotta borrow your sword...sorry. [Cloud reaches for the grip and pulls it up with him as he stands, swinging it up onto his back a little clumsily as he looks to Aerith.] There a materia shop nearby? He needs Cure.

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[Zack's eyes flutter again, opening just enough to see a blur of yellow slowly dissolve into Cloud's features, and his gaze roves sideways to see- ah. Ahh, there she is. There's Aerith. Thank goodness, it wasn't just a crazy dream.

Her presence is momentarily distracting, but he manages to swallow back anything else he wants to say and refocus. It can wait. Once he's better- once he's stronger- once he can remember how his mouth works and what all the words are- then they'll talk.]

C... cure... is...

[He struggles with the weight of his own body, panting as he moves- pulling Aerith's hand with his own, guiding it to the battered, broken armor at his shoulder. Tucked underneath where it's (mostly) safe are his materia slots; the materia on his Buster were completely shot to pieces, but his body and the armor itself had taken the majority of the hits, enough to preserve the ones he'd equipped into his gear. He'd run out of strength, magic, and blood long before the materia broke.

There's a Cure materia inside, chipped and dinged and hidden beneath a coat of blood just like the rest of him, but it might work.]

Oh!

[ Aerith squeezes his hand gently, holding on to Zack with everything she has before she drags her fingers away to reach into the armour. She knows she's going to end up mucky again but she doesn't think either of them are going to care - and Cloud has no reason to judge them considering they're all a complete mess right now. As soon as the materia is in her hand she pulls it out, reaching over to hold it out to the other man without a moment's hesitation. ]

One Cure materia, just like the doctor ordered!

[ And as soon as the little ball is out of her hand and into Cloud's - she trusts him to use it far better than she might in her state - her hand goes to find Zack's, afraid that if she lets go he might disappear, somehow, or that he might slip through her fingertips and fade away. She can't let that happen, not when he's come so far. ]

You relax now, okay, Zack? Let us take care of you.

[Like Cloud knows how to use it? Okay, so he's done it...a couple times, but he's not very good. The materia's damaged and Cloud isn't exactly practiced, but even as he lowers himself to a knee beside Zack he can feel this one is powerful. Zack must've had it a long time.

Frowning in concentration, Cloud tries to summon up the energies needed to cast and finds only enough for the lowest level spell. Whether it's because he's likewise exhausted or because he's not very skilled he doesn't know, but even a low-level Cure is just as effective as a crate full of potions. The magic whisks away bullets and shrapnel, knits together the worst of his wounds so at last Zack can finally breathe without drowning.]

That's...that's the best I can do. [Cloud hands Aerith the materia with a trembling hand, hurriedly standing back up. His head won't stop buzzing.] I- I gotta go, I'm- I need to make sure we weren't followed. I'll be back later.

[ Watching the magic work is incredible, she thinks. Aerith hasn't seen much in the way of Materia up close like this - the one she has is useless, after all - and she feels a little overwhelmed by how strong it is. Letting Cloud take charge definitely seemed like the better idea, and she leans forward to watch all the same, careful not to do anything that might nudge or jostle Zack too much where he's resting on the damp fabric of her lap.

Her mother is going to have so many questions.

Taking the materia back, Aerith hesitates for a moment before she reaches out and takes Cloud's hand, squeezing it gently. He's going to get up and go, she realises that, but she feels as though her heart is a little heavy, thinking the boy that brought Zack all the way back to her was going to go and stand alone. She understood, at least, even if it made something knot in her stomach. ]

Thank you, Cloud. We're not going to go anywhere.

[ Her fingers go straight back to Zack's hair, her smile soft and fond and her eyes still wet with her tears. ]

[Weak as it is, the curative spell does make a difference, and Zack can tell almost immediately. He coughs once more and it feels like at last his lungs are clear enough, his throat unclogged of blood, heart pumping properly. The frightening rattle is gone from his breath, and he exhales a sigh of quiet relief. It's like taking a step back from the edge of a cliff- or rather, he's been pulled away from it. His hand tightens around Aerith's, lips curving upwards in a weak smile, and the other hand slides over the dirt towards Cloud, half-reaching, half-pointing.]

C... come back. O-okay...?

[Wherever Cloud is going, whatever he's doing- he definitely, definitely has to come back.]

'm gonna... sleep this off. Aerith... be right...

[...back, he wants to say, but he's already passed out.]

[When Cloud glances back to see Zack half-reaching for him, to see Aerith no longer looking mysterious and godlike with her voice in the rain, when she looks just as frail and terrified as he feels, he almost doesn't go.

But then his mind whispers and he turns away anyway. He's better away from them for a while. Zack will live, and she has what she's waited for.

-

Cloud doesn't come back for almost seven hours, but when he does it's dark, he has monster blood on him and he's significantly richer than he was before he left. He'd found that trooper's wallet just outside the gates, but other than his ID and a few gil, there wasn't much of worth. Cloud took the gate key and struck out into the muddy wastelands; found no sign of their pursuit, but quite a few monsters and that's about where things went blank.

He doesn't really come back to his head until he's back through the Sector 5 gates, but his head feels clearer and his throat feels sore as if he'd been screaming. Maybe he had. Maybe he needed to let the devil out.

Aerith's church is right there on the way so it's not hard to find it again, and Cloud stops to check himself for wounds before he pushes his way inside. Hopefully Zack is resting, hopefully Aerith's all right. Hopefully she won't be too startled by the blood before he can get to the sink in the back and wash off his clothes and sword. She's going to want answers and he's not going to have many for her, but for the first time since he woke up on that cliff he thinks he's actually capable of rational thought.

Cloud Strife. He's Cloud Strife, from Nibelheim, and something terrible happened to both he and Zack.]

[ Aerith still isn't asleep when Cloud comes back, and she's not entirely sure she's going to be able to sleep until she has both these boys back in her home where it's safe.

Right now, they can't move Zack anywhere, and she's aware of that. He still needs time to heal and to sleep off the Cure, and she needs to be able to make sure that nothing bad happens to him in that time. She's not exactly well known for her physical prowess, so instead she wanders around and keeps an eye on the door, makes smalltalk with any of the people from the slums that spot her peeking out of her church, smiling and laughing as though nothing is wrong, as if the first boy she had ever loved wasn't bleeding out on top of her flowers, hiding her lower half as if she's not covered in blood.

She hopes and she prays that the Turks don't pick today to come and get her, because they'd take Zack - or he'd wake up and they'd be the ones in trouble, but he was still too weak for any kind of fighting.

Gathering herself, she wanders, and she hesitates, and she finds a blanket and spreads it over Zack's body. When she hears the noise of someone coming back she tenses, moving to one side and grabbing whatever she can find - a long piece of wood that must have come from the roof - to use as a weapon. She's ready and prone to attack before Cloud's the one that steps through the door and she sags in relief. ]

You're back.

[ It's easy, then, to put the wood to one side, to shake her head and rub at her cheeks, knowing she must be mucky and disgusting and a sight. Turning back to Zack, she crosses her arms, sad and unsure. ]

He's still sleeping. That's normal, isn't it?

[Has she rested at all? At least it looks like she's gotten up once or twice, though he doesn't like how she scrabbles for that piece of wood like that. Maybe he should've come back sooner.]

Nothing about this is normal. If it was, he wouldn't be alive. [They both should've died up there, but something else had other plans, apparently.

Cloud unslings the sword from his back, gently resting it against one of the upright pews. He should probably clean that thing off...eventually, but right now, he sorta feels like if he even thinks about doing one more thing he's going to cry.

So instead he comes over to where they're both pillowed on the soft soil of the flowerbed, Zack now with blanket tucked around him that Aerith must've dragged from somewhere.] ...Aerith, right? [Cloud asks, groaning as he lowers himself down to sit.] You need to rest. Or eat. Or...something. You look like shit.

[ She would rest, if she believed that she was capable of it, but she's far too concerned about the boys that had stumbled their way into her church. Zack she'd expected - or hoped for, at least - but this one? Cloud? She doesn't know what to think; all she can consider is the horrible journey the two must have gone through. She wants to ask, but she's also terrified of hearing what the answer might be. ]

Then I'm glad it isn't normal. I'm glad he's back. [ Aerith isn't sure what saved them, either, but she has a few ideas. She know what she felt, what she feels now, with Zack back beside her, with the friend at his side, and she just... Breathes in and out for a few moments.

Frowning, Aerith takes a step closer. She feels as though she ought to do or say something, but she's not sure of what that something should be. What she wants is to comfort Cloud, but with her own worry peeling at her nerves... It makes her shift from one foot to the other before she finally shifts to make herself comfortable, settled down beside him. There's not a single part of her that doesn't trust him; Zack trusted him, so she does as well.

His question makes her blink, and then she laughs quietly. ]

I'll rest when Zack wakes up.

[As much as he'd like to protest -she really does look terrible, pale and shaky with shock- he can't very well argue with her when he knows exactly how she feels. Cloud doesn't know if he can rest ever again either, and definitely not before he hears Zack's voice again, just to be sure.

So instead he shifts slightly, facing her a little more fully to give her his undivided, if questionable, attention.]

...you have questions. [Shit, so does he, but he should be able to give her at least a little bit of comfort...hopefully.]

[ The thing is that Aerith knows that even if she tried to go to sleep it wouldn't really work; she'd be so worried about Zack waking up alone or in pain that she'd be restless the entire time. It'll be better once he's up and moving a little more, when he's eating her out of house and home, when she can see the life in him without worrying that it'll disappear as soon as she blinks.

She moves too, turning to watch Cloud, careful and uncertain even before she breathes out, bowing her head. ]

It's been a long time. I have lots of questions - hundreds, really. [ But she tilts her head up, looking over at Cloud. ] Do you really want to answer them?

[It's hard to tell if that attention is because she's afraid of him or for him (or if it could even be a combination of both), so Cloud stays put right where he is. Not difficult, considering the bone-deep weariness that's starting to settle in.]

You deserve answers. ...I won't answer the ones that're too hard.

[ The exhaustion is catching up to the two of them, but she can't doze off yet. She's desperate, and it clings to her, weighing her down even as she breathes out gently and nods her head. ]

Do you know where he's been? It's been four years. I thought...

[ When you're dating a SOLDIER you assume the worst. ]

[What Cloud didn't realize is that literally every question is going to be too hard.

But her face- her voice, that vulnerable, sad, abandoned tremor when she trails off is even more difficult to ignore. Even as memories he's felt lurking at the edge of his consciousness come clawing into the light, even as he shoves back at them and at the bile rising up in his throat-

Cloud are you still withCode C is unresponsive toI HATE IT ALL!Did you do this?! How couldnever abandon you. We're friends,

right?

Cloud flinches and curls in on himself, drawing up his legs and holding onto his knees. Too hard to tell her everything, but-] A bad-

A...a bad place. A horrible place. [He shakes his head hard, hard enough that it almost looks like a fit but then he presses his back against the nearest surface and takes a few calming breaths. He can't scare her further. He wants- he-

He wants to do something for her. For the girl Zack loves. For the girl who saved him.] I don't- remember much. At all. I got sick, but Zack, he- he looked after me. Saved us. We were trapped somewhere horrible, and- and painful, and then he ran, with me. ...Came right back here to you.

[ Aerith can tell almost straight away that it's too much, and she longs to reach out and take his hands.

She moves back and gives him space, pushing her hair our of her eyes as she watches him. They're both so tired, she thinks, and surely now isn't the time for pressing questions. It's not the time to drag those deep, dark memories out of him, but she's desperate to know the truth. She's desperate to learn what it is that kept Zack from her side for so long, but...

Swallowing, she nods her head. ]

You don't have to tell me any more. It's okay, I understand. It wasn't somewhere good, you - you couldn't leave, that's right, isn't it?

[ She manages a smile, feeling warmth flood her, her hands over her chest. ]

He came back for me, and that's what matters. I can learn about what happened later, when you're both ready. As long as you're both here and you're safe, that's what is most important in the whole world.

[Cloud finally looks up at her; she looks so small and alone, Zack's head in her lap, kneeling there with blood still crusted under her fingernails.

Cloud crawls the few short feet over to her side, hesitantly, but kneels beside Zack as well and reaches out to take one of her hands in his own. He holds her fingers like he's afraid they'll snap in his grip, too soft and too careful, but he brings her hand down to Zack's chest and presses it over his heart, pressing his own hand down atop hers.]

We're here because of you. [He can just barely see the rise and fall of Zack's chest and stomach, slow and labored, but even and steady. His skin is finally starting to warm and he's going to need food to replace all the blood he lost, food and more water. They all need rest and sitting here, Zack between them and alive, Aerith's sweet, gentle eyes on his face, Cloud knows that if they're going to feel safe at all, it'll be together.] ...can you sleep here? Do you need to go somewhere else?

[ She should be more scared than she is, Aerith thinks. Zack is weak against her legs and the man beside her is a stranger, foreign to her completely, but she's not. Whoever Cloud is, Zack trusted him enough to bring him here, even half-dead and exhausted - and he had done nothing but help her, support her, carry her through her pain. She watches him, confused, for a moment, before she breathes out.

His hand is warm against her own and when it presses down against Zack's chest her face creases, just a little. She's so tired and she's desperately in need of sleep, but she can't bring herself to move even an inch away from Zack. She doesn't want to be far away, just in case he wakes up, because the idea of him waking up without her beside him is just too horrible for her to even consider.

Tears roll down her cheeks, but she swallows the sobs back. ] You're here because you're strong. Both of you are so strong. [ She leans down a little, looking at Zack closer, before her eyes are drawn back to Cloud, slowly and surely. Softening, just enough, she nods her head. ] Mom knows if I don't come home then I'm sleeping here. It's safe.

[That can't possibly be true. Zack is strong, yes, and Cloud can see that Aerith is too, but...

Either way, he knows she's tired. He's likewise the same, but neither of them- no, he's certain that neither of them can bear to be away from Zack right now.]

Then...let's get some sleep here. All three of us. [Cloud hardly remembers anything from the time they were on the run, but he remembers Zack's warm side, remembers the deep movement of air as he breathed from the sound of it in his chest. Zack would hold him as they slept, he knows.

Maybe Zack will recover more quickly if they do the same for him.]

...there's blankets, [and Cloud drags himself up to where he'd seen the blankets, mixed in with the sheets he'd destroyed for bandages. He drags them over, flaps them and beats out the dust before spreading them around them, drawing one around Aerith's shoulders.] C'mon. Lay down. We'll each take a side- he'll be safe between us. Right? We'll protect him.

[ Exhaustion hangs over her like a solid weight, but she hadn't been able to bear the idea of leaving Zack, even for a few hours to get some rest.

Cloud seems to take charge of her, at least for a moment, and she blinks at him sleepily before her face melts into a soft smile. ]

That sounds like a good idea. [ She doesn't dare move too far away from Zack, but if she can sleep beside him... It's not something she's been able to imagine for years, but -- she hesitates, watching Cloud as he moves, gathering up the blankets, settling them around them, moving here and there. She bites her lip, considering, but...

She's warm, and Zack is right beside her, and Cloud will keep them safe. She believes that, somewhere deep in her heart, as if she knows him already even though she has no reason to. Slowly, she shifts, leaning down and settling near Zack - not on him, cuddled up to his side as she'd like, but close enough that she's there if he wakes up.

Lifting her head, she watches Cloud before... ] Thank you.

[Cloud has no such qualms; he doesn't remember much, but his body remembers plenty and he settles right up against Zack's side, an arm thrown over his newly healed chest so he can feel the moment he moves.

When Aerith speaks Cloud picks up his head, mouth open to protest before he shuts it with a click of teeth. He wants to argue; god, he wants to tell her, wants to impress upon her how undeserving of her thanks he is, but he- he can't. He doesn't have the energy. She'll see soon enough, that he's the weak link here, that no matter what good he does he won't be able to fix what he's already done (what he's failed to do) so instead he just lifts a hand from Zack's chest and reaches for Aerith's. C'mon; Zack could honestly use the body warmth right now anyway.]

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