*sigh* I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't seem to concentrate too greatly on "Purple Skies" at the moment. So, I'm just gonna go ahead and do this fic.
Those of you who might feel offended, please don't. I'm not trying to get on anyone's bad side. I just thought that this type of situation for Tifa/Cloud would be something interesting to write about.


"So, how are you today?"

A girl with short black hair sat at a table across from a woman slightly older than her with long dark brown hair and burgundy colored eyes. That woman was her best friend. The girl was there because she knew that her friend became lonely at times, and that she needed her. She's been in need of her for the past couple of years.

"I'm fine. I mean, I thought that guard over there was staring at me the other day. In fact, I think he's staring at me now . . ."

The girl looked over her shoulder at a guard who stood at the entrance to the facility. He was looking at the ceiling, then at a window. All the girl knew was that he was not looking in their general direction.

"Tifa, I don't think--"

"He was, Yuf. He turned as soon as you looked at him."

Yuffie laughed. "Have you been taking your medication lately?"

Tifa shrugged. "In this place, I don't have much of a choice. But, if I did, I think I would still take them. God knows I need them." She sighed, looking down at the table into her hands. "Yuffie, do you think I'm crazy?"

The black-haired girl laughed again. "Well Tifa, technically, you are. But, I don't think you're crazy like, pyschopath crazy. I mean, you're not bad crazy. You're good crazy. Wacky and fun. So, yes, you are crazy."

They both laughed. The door opened, and they both looked over to see who it was out of curiosity. It was a man with brown hair. He looked nervous, as if he didn't want to be there. At the desk, he signed his name into what both women know to be the guest list, then went on about his way. Tifa looked down at her hands again, sighing.

Yuffie blew a piece of hair from her face. "Come on, let's go outside and sit on the benches. I think that'll do you some good." Tifa nodded, getting up with her.

Outside, the sunshine radiated down on both their forms. Tifa wasn't hot, thanks to the white pants and blouse she was wearing. Yuffie on the other hand started sweating almost as soon as she stepped out. Tifa stared at her for a minute.

"Why would you wear black pants and a grey shirt on a summer day? You know dark clothes absorb heat and light."

Yuffie shrugged. "I just picked something to wear. Grabbed the first thing out of my closet. Of course, the kids mixed up my summer and fall-winter clothes again."

Tifa giggled. "How are they?"

"Oh, they're great. When I gave Marlene her birthday present from you last week, she said she really liked it. Of course, she can't wear that sweater until the winter, but she said it looks really comfortable."

Tifa bent her head down, then looked back up. "They're not ashamed of me, are they?"

Yuffie's jaw dropped. "No, of course not!" Tifa sighed, shaking her head. Yuffie scooted closer to her, then wrapped her arms around her. "Oh come on Teef. The kids love you. They just want you to get better and come home."

Tifa shook herself out of her friend's grasp, jumping up. "That's the thing Yuf! I can't get better! I'll always be like this!" She sniffed. "I just . . . I don't want to put them in danger again. I don't even really remember it. I just remember Denzel's scared face when he was staring at me. I don't want to put them through that again."

Yuffie pat her shoulder. "You won't. Look Tifa, you won't always be this bad. I mean, you'll get better. You were good for a while, and you had a serious relapse. It's okay. It happens. None of this is your fault, okay?" Tifa nodded, sniffing. Yuffie looked down at her watch. "Ah crap. The kids'll be getting out of school soon. I'll bring them by to see you next weekend, okay?"

Tifa shrugged. "Please do Yuffie. I miss them so much." They both stood, hugging each other tightly. Yuffie bid Tifa farewell, then walked back inside the building. Tifa sat back down on the bench, watching the waves wash up on the shore. Her hair blew slightly from the wind. She sighed once again and buried her face in her arms which were sitting on her drawn up knees. For a moment, she thought about the past couple of months.

I've put those kids through hell. They don't deserve someone like me. I mean, I was fine for so long. I thought that everything would be okay. What happened? Why did I relaspe like that? She sighed, lifting her head. Now I'm here in this stupid asylum because "the people" think I'm crazy. Well, I guess I'd rather have it be this way. If I didn't get committed, then Yuffie wouldn't have gotten to keep the kids because of her close relstionship with me. I guess I get in the way of everything.

Tifa stood up, turning and walking further away from the building to the hill that rose on the side of it. The waves crashed against it, creating a beautiful mist that lasted for only a second after a crash. She walked to the top, standing there for a brief moment. After a small war in her mind, she went up the very edge, then peered down into the water below. I wonder how far that is . . . ?

"You're not going to jump are you?"

The sound of a man's voice startled her, causing her to lean forward. She heard him running up behind her, but at the last minute, just when she thought she might topple over the edge, her body's center of balance shifted. She fell backwards on her rear.

"Are you alright?"

He was right there, his hand outstretched to her. She looked up to see deep blue eyes and a blonde mass of hair. It was in spikes, reaching for the sky and everything else around them. She giggled, taking his hand.

"What's funny?" he asked, hefting her up.

"Your . . . yourhair!" Tifa erupted into a fit of laughter. He just stood there, taking it all in and watching her. When she was done, she looked at him. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you are a very fascinating person."

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "I'm guessing you're one of the new guys. Well, let me tell you. This place is no joke. They make you take your medicine and--"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I'm not being committed. I'm one of the psychiatric doctors. Are you Tifa Lockhart?"

She blinked, surprised at what he's just said(and asked) then embarrassed at what had come from her own mouth. Am I really that stupid? "Well, yeah, but why is that important?"

He chuckled again. "How about we take a few steps away from this cliff and go talk about it somewhere else?"

She nodded. "Okay." As they walked off, Tifa added, "You know I wasn't gonna jump right?"


I know that wasn't all that great. But it's 11:15 here, and I'm tired from not getting any sleep all week. Goodnight you guys ans PLEASE REVIEW!
I mean it...