Quistis could see the utter look of both shock and pleasure in Seifer's eyes. She had no clue what to say or do, so she stayed quiet and looked toward the floor. When she looked back up, his eyes were full of anger, which made her regret having said what she did. He glared at her, and walked out the door. Would he ever come back? No, why would he? He had left nothing behind him, except his disgarded trenchcoat and of course, his former instructor, who he probably hated. She wouldn't go after him, he wouldn't want her to. So, she just sat on the bed, and sighed, taking of her jacket and tossing it on the chair next to Seifer's trenchcoat. She stayed there, just thinking for nearly an hour. "Quistis, you're a fucking idiot... You've just ruined every dream you've had for so long... Everything..." She muttered to herself. She rarely used such large obsenities, but no one was around, who even cared anymore. She layed down on the bed, letting her hands graze the white rug beneath her. She continued ranting to herself. "Now, I don't even understand myself, and the things I do... Or think, or feel, or want, or need... How could I expect someone else to... Escpecially the likes of Seifer Almasy." Quistis wondered silently if he would come back, hoping he would , but knowing he wouldn't. "Why is everything so seriously...-" "Fucked up?" Seifer finished. He shut the door behind him, and walked over to Quistis, who sat up immediately. "Seifer...?" "Yeah?" Actually, Quistis didn't have a question, she just wanted to make sure it was him. So, she just stayed silent. "Quistis... I'm tired. I'm gonna sleep now." "Alright." Seifer plopped on the bed and rolled over to face Quistis, who layed back down, wishing she'd asked why he was angry, but she didn't. Too bad, really, she would've just loved his answer. "Good night." "G' night, Seifer..." Seifer tucked a lock of Quistis' hair behind her ear and smiled. She smiled also, and the both fell asleep. At around one AM, Seifer sat up, and stared over at Quistis, who was sleeping soundly, to his surprise. He watched her, and then he seen a tear roll down her cheek... Another dream? He wiped it off of her face with his thumb, and looked at his rough hands touching her perfect and soft skin. He shuddered and frowned, upset at himself for touching her. Suddenly, Quistis' eyes shot open, and stared at Seifer. She wiped another tear from her eye and stood up, not saying a word. She had all intentions of leaving tommarow, and probably never seeing Seifer again. It didn't matter... to him, anyway. She walked into the bathroom, where she grabbed a barette out of her pocket and put her hair up. She walked out the door, and left Seifer, just standing there. Quistis came back ten minutes later, with a small, hotel mug of coffee in her hand. She sipped it, and sat on a chair. She didn't look at Seifer, though he stared at her. "Quistis, I'm not angry with you..." "Oh?" She looked up. "Who are you angry with then?" "Myself..." "Yourself!? Why yourself?" "...Shit, Quistis, I don't feel like explaining it all now." "...You should, if you ever want to..." She muttered under her breath, glancing at the ticket in her hand. It read "Dollet. One-way. 6AM, Friday" AKA, tommarow. "What, Quistis?" "Nothing." She slipped the ticket into her pocket and sipped some more of her coffee. The paper that was slipped in her pocket caught Seifer's attention. He'd fish it out when she went back to sleep. "You're never gonna get any sleep if you finish that coffee." "I don't intend on sleeping... I have to get ready for tommarow." "What's happening tommarow?" "Nothing special. I'm gonna go take a shower... See you." She walked into the bathroom and took off her clothes, hanging them behind the door. She turned on the shower and stepped in. The hot water felt good as if pelted down on her cold body. Seifer silently stepped into the bathroom, and looked around for Quistis' skirt. He found it, hung neatly behind the door. He reached inside the right pocket. Nothing. He tried the left pocket. Sure enough, he pulled out a small slip of paper. It was a ticket. He read it. 'So she's leaving tommarow... Dammit!' He heard the shower stop. He froze. Then regained his senses and ran out of the bathroom. He sat on the bed. His eyelids felt heavy... He was so tired. He looked down and realized that the ticket was still in his hand. He quickly shoved it in his pocket when he seen the door to the bathroom open. She was rubbing her wet, golden hair with a towel. She walked into the kitchen and picked up her coffee. She sipped some and looked at Seifer. He looked tired. She set her coffee down. "You look tired, you should sleep." "Maybe cuz I am tired. But-" He grabbed her coffee and gulped down the rest of it. "I'll deal." Quistis looked down into the empty cup of coffee. "Seifer... My... coffee!" She sighed, but that sigh quickly turned into a yawn. "See, maybe YOU are the one who needs sleep." "Yeah, mmhmm." "Well, hey, you hardly get any sleep..." "How do you know?!" "Cuz... the bartender knows your name... So, chances are... every night, you have a dream.The same dream everynight. You hate the dream. So, you go over to the bar, and drink, then you go to work. Ya see, you don't want to go back sleep. You're afraid you'll have the dream again." 'How does he know all of this?' Quistis wondered. "And you know all of this how?!" Quistis asked, a suspicious look in her eye. "Well, first of all the bar tender knows you by name, every time you wake up, you are crying, and don't go back to sleep. Thats how." "Hey! Thats not true... I don't wake up cryng everytime... The dream changed ever since I remet you... Now I start waking up crying. Either way, its none of your business!" "Oh, yes it is." "Hm. Not after tommarow it won't be..." She reached into her pocket, searching for the ticket. Not there. "Looking for this?" Seifer asked, holding the ticket in the air. "Seifer! Give that to me!" "No." "Seifer! Now!" "No." "Seifer!" "I said NO!" Seifer glared at Quistis with those green eyes. She couldn't bare to see those green eyes glare at her anymore. She turned and grabbed her cup of coffee but found it was empty. She angrily threw it in the sink- but she missed. It fell to the ground with a shattering crash. She remained silent, and angry. Then she heard it. Through all the thick silence, a rip. And another. And another. She whirled around with fury and dissapointment just as he threw the ripped ticket pieces on the bed behind him. "Seifer Almasy...!" "Quistis Trepe." He said, smiling slyly. "That was my last 200gil, dammit!" "I thought you said you were out of gil, Quistis." "Well, I was, considering I still had to get home somehow." "Whatever. You took three days off of work. Why not stay another day?" "Seifer... I cannot stay here any longer. Please..." Actually, Quistis wasn't so sure of what she wanted from him. Just one thing. Just one. Was that too much...? Yes, obviously. Why!? Oh Hyne why!? "Why do you want me to stay...? What do you CARE?!" "Quistis, the reason I got so upset when when you told me how you felt... Was because, well... I didn't think I was worthy of your love. I mean, sure, maybe worthy isn't the proper word, but anyway. I betrayed you. And we grew up together, Hyne dammit. And then you love ME? How can someone love me?! WHY would someone LOVE me? I don't get it, Quistis, I just don't get how someone can love me, after alla that. On the train, when I watched you sleeping, I realized that I cared for you... But you deserve someone so much better than me... I mean, if I ever got caught, I'd have to leave you... I don't want you to be alone, Quistis... You should have some one else..." "No, Seifer. I love you, not any one else. Its you I want, need and love, Seifer... Oh Hyne... Seifer..." Seifer stood and walked over to Quistis. He hugged her. Oh, to have those arms around her. She wanted it to stay like this forever. But she knew she couldn't have that... "Quistis..." He held her and ran his hands through her wet hair. Quistis heard the door open. "Yo! Quistis. I heard yelling, is everything okay?!" Quistis pushed Seifer foward onto the bed, where he huddled under the blankets, and Quistis, slid the sleeve of her shirt down. She unbuttoned the top button, just as Zell walked into the room. "Zell, I'd appreciate it if you'd knock. I mean, Jon and I were..." Quistis pretended to be buttoning her shirt, and was making it as noticable as possible. "Ooh! I'm sorry, I was just worried. I heard Seifer's name, and got a little scared, ya know? Anyway..." Zell's eyes cast down to a familar looking trenchcoat on a chair. Then familar looking boots. "Yeah, Zell... Thats fine. Can you excuse us, please...?" "Sure, just a second." He said, walking over to the bed. Curiosity was an awful, awful thing. "W, what are you doing?!" "Just making sure everything's alright..." He lifted the blankets, and looked at the man under. Seifer scowled at Zell. "Oh my Hyne, its SEIFER! You're cheating on Jon with SEIFER!" Quistis was getting another headache. She'd make sure to see a doctor about these headaches. "Chicken-wuss!" Seifer said, getting out of bed. "Get the fuck out of here!" "N, no! Wait. Zell. Its not how it looks..." Quistis said, walking toward Zell, who was clad in some very colorful boxers with and oversized T-shirt. "Oh yeah, man.I gotcha!" A very scared-of-Seifer-Zell ran for the door, and a very frustrated Quistis ran after him. Seifer just plopped back on the bed, wondering how much more screwed up things could get. "Zell!" "What, man?!" "We need to talk." "Yeah, no kiddin!" Quistis followed Zell into his room. "Zell... Honestly, thats not how it looks. Seifer and I weren't having sex, really. He was sleeping, and I was getting changed..." "Isn't Seifer supposed to be in prison...?" "Yes, but he escaped... Look, Zell, you can't tell anyone this... We all grew up together. I know, I know, Seifer was mean to you, but for me?" "Scout's honor, Quisty!" Zell said, holding his right hand up. 'Thank Hyne.' Quistis thought. "Thanks Zell." "Yeah, so where is Jon?" "There IS NO Jon..." "Oh, so you and Seifer are... Married?!" "N, no! It was just a cover... but really Zell, if you told anyone, me and Seifer both will go to prison." "Alright, alright... I get it. I swear." "Okay..." "Can I go back to bed?" Zell asked. "Yeah, Zell, sure." Quistis walked out of the room, sighing a sigh of relief. She could trust Zell, right? She made her way back to the room that she and Seifer had rented, and Seifer looked up. "Erm, how'd it go?" He asked. "...Fine. He won't tell a soul." "Unless they offer him a hotdog..." Seifer said. Quistis smiled, happy that he remembered the days back at GARDEN after four years in prison. "Quistis... I think I made a mistake." "What?" "I brought you into this... I shouldn't have. I'm sorry... Truely am..." "Oh, please. Its fine... I think its better this way..." "How so?" Seifer asked crossing his arms. "I get to be with you." "Quistis, you do realize what happens... if we get caught." "Yes. I'm aware of that. But they probably won't know you're gone. There are so many prisoners there, Moombas watch them, not guards..." "Yeah, but still, Quistis. Its gonna get out. I know it. I can't live like this for four years..." "Seifer... I'll think of something, I promise." "Okay..." Seifer said, sighing. He glanced at Quistis, who was staring at the ground. She looked sad, worried... "What's wrong, Quistis?" "I don't know... I just... I just feel..." Quistis couldn't describe the feelings going on inside of her. She had never felt them before... "Hmm?" "Honestly," Quistis giggled nervously, "I can't find words... Heh." "Well then, we can just do this, instead of talking..." Seifer leaned over and kissed Quistis passionately. He played around with the top button of her shirt and she looked up at him, confused. He gave her a reassuring look and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Soon enough, the two were both undressed completely. 'Oh... Seifer... I can't do this.. . But I want to... I really do.' Quistis thought to herself. "Quistis... You sure you want to?" "Yes..." And that was it. All he needed. He entered her, and Quistis felt a sharp pain, but was soon mixed with a pleasure that she had never felt before. "You okay?" He asked, concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine." ~~~ The two lay in bed. Soon enough, Quistis could hear Seifer's steady breathing, and she looked at him. His eyes were closed, and he looked peaceful again. She wondered if Seifer was available for bail after four years. It was an idea . Quistis sighed and stared over at Seifer. Her heart hurt just to see him. She fell asleep. Quistis Trepe looked at Seifer Almasy, eyes brimming with tears. Out of all of the staring SeeDs, Quistis was the only one truely upset. Her blue eyes were directed at him with love, and longing. He scowled back at the crowd and crossed his arms. His trenchcoat was gone, exposing his golden, muscular arms. Cid continued. "And, Mr. Almasy, you will be banned from GARDEN forever. Your two companions, Fujin Sanada and Raijin Hefton are allowed to stay. You will be sent to Galbadia prison for eight years." It was after the final battle, and Seifer was just getting his punishment for fighting on the wrong side... "No! Stop!" Quistis cried out. "Ms. Trepe?" "Please! Oh, please! Let him go..." ~~~ Quistis woke up to see Seifer staring at her. She buried her face in her pillow, trying to wipe away some of her tears. 'What if it wasn't after the final battle... what if it was when they caught him?' She thought. Quistis felt Seifer's hand on her bare shoulder. She looked up at him and he smiled. She loved his smile- when it wasn't cocky, sly, or arrogant. "Quistis, what are you dreaming about?" "... I don't know. Stuff." She answered, burying her face in his chest. "What kind of stuff?" "You..." She answered. He looked down at her, surprised, but was only able to see the top of the golden head of hair . "Oh yeah? What about me?" "Seifer... It was always that day... when you were sentenced to prison... you know, the last time I saw you. I looked at you so coldly... With hatred... But now, in the dream, I'm crying, and I tell them to stop... but they won't. Oh Seifer..." Seifer hugged her gently, then she looked up at him. "Oh yeah, Seifer, I got an idea last night, before I went to sleep..." Quistis announced. "What is it?" "Bail..." "I dunno if I was available for bail. Even if so, I think it'd be tons of gil." "I'd kill for you, Seifer, what makes you think I wouldn't be able to dig up some extra gil?" "But what if I'm not even available for bail?" "You've gotta be! Come on, you've been in there for four years..." "Yeah..." "What time is it?" "I dunno, around nine." "I can't believe I slept that late..." "Erm... sure." Quistis climbed over Seifer and pulled on her clothes. Seifer did also. She picked up the phone that rested beside the bed. "Hello, Galbadia prison, please? Alright." Quistis glanced at Seifer as the hotel connected her. She noticed that he had a nervous look on his face. "Yes? Hello." "How can I help you today?" Said a male voice on the other line. "I'd like to see if a prisoner is available for bail...?" "Who is it?" "Seifer Almasy." 'Oh Hyne, please..!' "Oh, the big shot sorceress' knight." "Erm, yeah." "Well not really, but since he's been in here for awhile... I think that we could work out something, but it's gonna be pricey." "Thats fine... How much, you think?" "Er... roughly 112,000,000 gil." "Okay, Thank you." Quistis hung up the phone and glanced over at Seifer. "Whats going on?" "Aspirin. Get me some fucking aspirin." End Chapter 3.