Over Again (Sequel to WYIC)

3) The Framily

~Snow's POV~

Once Cloud and Light get back from the middle of our dirt covered town, I grab some of the blankets we salvaged when we first came to Pulse a long time ago and toss them on the couches

"They're not that comfy, but I don't think you'll have a hard time sleeping after teleporting from one planet to another," I say to Tifa. She smiles and nods.

I can't say I wasn't shocked out of my mind when I heard her voice calling my name and when she hugged me, it pushed away all thoughts that I wad going insane. A whole year... It's been too long. But I'm seriously wondering if the even want to be stuck here for the rest to their lives. It didn't hit us that hard when we ended up in Gaia because we thought the world blew up. But theirs... They don't have a way to get back. Tifa won't ever see Marlene and Barret again, unless they make some drastic decision to teleport here.

Looking up at Vincent, I give him a half fake smile. After all, if he wasn't in WRO building, Tifa and Cloud might not be here. And he's not a bad guy, he just has a few problems. Being mean to him won't fix anything, he'll just hate himself more. The guy has no confidence in himself.

"You gonna sleep tonight?" He stares at me a few moments with a piercing gaze before giving a very slight shrug. "Don't worry about Light, she won't hurt you. Not that you have to worry about that all, but it's a just a reminder."

"Do me a favor," he says slowly in his deep voice. "And do not tell Fang I am here."

"I wouldn't," I shrug. "I'll talk to Light about that, too, but you're gonna have to face her eventually. You can't run forever."

"No," he agrees. "But I would rather not be strangled with my intestines any time near." I chuckle at the sound of Lightning's words coming from his mouth and shake my head.

"Hey, we all have our issues," I stretch after yawning. "At least try to get some rest."

"Hey Snow," Hope sticks his head out of the kitchen. "Tifa's making hot cocoa, want any?"

"She's already taking over the house," I grumble, making Vincent's eyes do that weird thing where you can tell he's laughing on the inside. "Sure, why not?"

"Okay. Hey! Cloud, that was mine!" The boy disappears into the room where everyone else is. Crazy kid. With one last friendly glance toward Vincent, I head to the crowded kitchen. If it can be called that. Hope and I pretty much built the frame of a house, leaving the place like an empty cluster of square shaped rooms. Each 'doorway' is merely an arch with a curtain hanging over it, but it works.

Anyway, the 'kitchen' is one of those little square rooms with a broken icebox and a roughly sawn table and four chairs. In the corner stills an old gas stove and a cardboard box of old pots and pans that I made sure weren't rusty before taking them home. I found a grill too, but I gave that to Kristina, Clark and Mark's mother. Her husband was one of the Sanctum soldiers Dysley turned Cei'th just to get to us. I honestly feel pretty bad about that... And last but not least, under the crappy looking window I attempted to put in, another cardboard box holds any usable cups we find.

"Look who showed up," Tifa says teasingly. I grin when I see Hope glaring at Cloud, who munches on the last piece of pizza with a victorious glimmer in his glowing eyes.

"Yeah, well," I shrug, standing beside her. She glances up at me and then resumes her stirring. "I couldn't resist anything made by you. Hope says you're the best cook ever."

"And I take the prize for worst," Lightning raises her hand.

"You can have it," I smirk. "You burn everything after not even getting the ingredients right."