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656
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In Vacuo reloaded
Title: In Vacuo reloaded
Pairing: Cloud/Fenrir
Disclaimer: Nothing and nobody is mine, as much as I’d like that.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cloud's very fond of his bike...
Warning: AU, machinophilia, no native speaker involved
Author's note: Betaed by _ice_lady_ It's all Zalira's fault!
Word count: 302
Vincent grunted sleepily as the sharp ring of the phone cut into his sleep. His hand clumsily picked up the phone, brining it up to the ear that was not deeply buried into the pillow. “’Wh’t?”
There was a pause at the other end of the line, then a slightly desperate voice said: “Vincent?”
“Yeah.” Vincent tried to make up his mind if it was worth waking up enough to be able to have a conversation. “Who’s there?”
“It’s me, Cloud.”
“Cloud.” Vincent slowly forced two brain cells to function. “Why are you calling?”
“Look, Vincent, err… Cid… is he busy right now? I mean… could he perhaps give me a hand with something?”
“Is he busy?!” Vincent glanced at the snoring figure next to him in bed, unlit cigarette in one corner of his mouth. “Cloud, it’s…” Look at the watch. “2.34 in the morning. What do you *think* Cid is doing?”
“Yeah. Sorry about that.” The line was silent again, embarrassment and discomfort seeping through the receiver like mist. “Perhaps… he could still spare an hour or so to bring me some tools?”
“Tools. For what?”
“Well… I was just doing a nightly trip with Fenrir. And you see… Fenrir has some problems with his exhaust pipe... I could really use some help here.”
Vincent sighed deeply, rolling onto his back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his free hand. “What problems? Can’t you just come to us and Cid will have a look at it in the morning?”
“Well… It seems like there’s something stuck in it…” At the other end of the line Cloud tightly closed his eyes, his face turning a fiery shade of red. He shivered as the cold night wind blew around his bare legs. “And I can’t get it out on my own…”
Pairing: Cloud/Fenrir
Disclaimer: Nothing and nobody is mine, as much as I’d like that.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cloud's very fond of his bike...
Warning: AU, machinophilia, no native speaker involved
Author's note: Betaed by _ice_lady_ It's all Zalira's fault!
Word count: 302
Vincent grunted sleepily as the sharp ring of the phone cut into his sleep. His hand clumsily picked up the phone, brining it up to the ear that was not deeply buried into the pillow. “’Wh’t?”
There was a pause at the other end of the line, then a slightly desperate voice said: “Vincent?”
“Yeah.” Vincent tried to make up his mind if it was worth waking up enough to be able to have a conversation. “Who’s there?”
“It’s me, Cloud.”
“Cloud.” Vincent slowly forced two brain cells to function. “Why are you calling?”
“Look, Vincent, err… Cid… is he busy right now? I mean… could he perhaps give me a hand with something?”
“Is he busy?!” Vincent glanced at the snoring figure next to him in bed, unlit cigarette in one corner of his mouth. “Cloud, it’s…” Look at the watch. “2.34 in the morning. What do you *think* Cid is doing?”
“Yeah. Sorry about that.” The line was silent again, embarrassment and discomfort seeping through the receiver like mist. “Perhaps… he could still spare an hour or so to bring me some tools?”
“Tools. For what?”
“Well… I was just doing a nightly trip with Fenrir. And you see… Fenrir has some problems with his exhaust pipe... I could really use some help here.”
Vincent sighed deeply, rolling onto his back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his free hand. “What problems? Can’t you just come to us and Cid will have a look at it in the morning?”
“Well… It seems like there’s something stuck in it…” At the other end of the line Cloud tightly closed his eyes, his face turning a fiery shade of red. He shivered as the cold night wind blew around his bare legs. “And I can’t get it out on my own…”