Title: Recap
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Zack, Cloud Strife
Prompt: Years.
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Rating: PG-13/R, for Zack's swearing.
Author's Notes: First one. Whoo. This ties into a fic I've previously written that was based off of the Crisis Core trailer. Timeline's somewhere in the jumble that is Last Order.


Five years.

By any stretch of the imagination, it was Too Damn Long. If life was fair, Zack could have gone off to complain about things to Seph or Cloud. Life, however, wasn't fair, and the heartless bitch decided on a hell of a curve ball.

Simple, ordinary, routine sort of mission. There and back in a week, tops. What's the worst that can happen?

Famous fucking last words.

Their Fearless Leader, Seph, who would be known simply as That Crazy Bastard for the remainder of the program, was dead. Not in that whole dramatic "I don't know you anymore, you're dead to me!" way. (Although after Se--The Bastard--snapped in spectacular fashion, he did become another person...) The "dead" was in the very literal sense, thank you very much. Cloud, who had been the one to off him, was currently so stoned out of his mind on mako that he could barely be called alive.

So, here he was, on the run with a vegetable--Sorry, Spike, but you are a vegetable. And he'd keep on running.

Aerie, you said you'd wait. You promised. I'm going to drag my ass back to you with Spike here. Five years is still perfectly within the thousand-year guarantee. We'll all sit down at your place, piss your mother off, and start playing catch-up.

Five years.

Too long. Too damn long.