Title: It Takes One To Know One

Disclaimer: If I didn't own it then, would my broke ass be able ta own it now? NO!

Setting: Dunno, don't care.

Summary: "One little, two little, three little fairies." "Cid, I do not think-" "Five little, six little, seven little fairies." "Chief, you should not-" "Eight little, nine little-" "Do you have problems with gays?" "...What?!" -Cid and Vincent have a conversation that goes awry.

Warnings: Oh, where ta begin, where ta begin. Let's ust say anythin' can happen...who knows? Rated fer later, though!

Note: This is fer all those who voted fer Cid x Vincent in my poll! ...An' this's the fic that resulted from it!

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Vincent sighed as he looked over the hill to the blonde pilot. "May I ask a question?" the gunner muttered, looking at the other members of Avalanche, who were standing behind the ex-Turk. "...Why me?"

"Well, Cid talks to you more than the rest of us," Cloud said, shrugging.

"Yeah, the grouchy old man," Yuffie sneered, glaring at the pilot in the distance, "just bitches at us all day."

"Yuffie!" Tifa snapped, lightly smacking the ninja's arm. "Language!"

"...Still, Cloud is right," Nanaki offered, watching how the blonde ranted at some birds nearby. "He actually holds conversations with you. So, it might be best if you were the one to try and figure out what's been bothering him."

"I do not think-" Vincent began to say, looking back at the pilot.

"Good luck!" Barret shouted, getting the brunette to turn back to them. He watched at they all ran away, leaving him alone.

"..This cannot end well..." he muttered before walking over to the blonde, who was know scaring away the squirrels nearby.

Sighing, he silently walked up to the blonde, noticing how the man jumped when he lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Upon seeing the gunner, Cid grinned slightly, reaching up and grabbing onto his arm before pulling him down to sit next to himself.

"Hey, Vin, what're ya doin' out here?" he asked before laying back, once more pulling the gunman beside him. "Nice out, ain't it?" he said, looking up at the blue sky and staring at the clouds.

"...It is..." the gunner said softly, wondering why the blonde had yet to remove his hands from his own.

"Enjoyin' the day, are ya?" the blonde said, looking up at the sky, watching the clouds slowly roll by.

"...Something like that..." he muttered, watching the blonde smile out of the corner of his eye. He was instantly wondering about the sudden change in the man, how he switched from upset to happy in mere seconds. "...How are you feeling today?"

"Fuckin' peachy, Vin! How 'bout ya?" Cid said, even sounding happy before he turned his head to look at the brunette. "So, whatchya doin' way out here?"

"...I am wondering that myself..."

"Ha!" the blonde laughed, puzzling the gunner even more. "So, Vin, gonna tell me the real reason? Or crack some jokes?"

"Sadly for you, that is the true reason..." he muttered, frowning behind the long collar to his cloak. He heard the blonde laugh once more and began to wonder if he was bi-polar and that they had somehow missed it through their journey.

"Hey!" Cid suddenly shouted, startling the gunman out of his thoughts. Looking over, he watched the blonde wave his arms as he yelled at a small robin that had landed in the tree a bit above their heads. "Get the fuck away! Get on now!"

Rolling his eyes, but smiling a bit, Vincent sat up, watching how the blonde frowned when the bird just stared at him instead of flying away. "Cid?" he called, getting the blonde's attention away from the animal. "Are you feeling all right?"

"Fine, why?"

"...You are yelling at a bird."

Cid blushed hotly before looking away, feeling how the red eyes bore into his back. "Ya say that like 'm goin' insane, Vin," he whined, pouting before looking up at the sky. Noticing where he was staring, the brunette's crimson eyes widened.

"...I understand now..." he said softly, nodding his head while looking up at the crisp blue sky, the golden fingers of his claw pulling his cloak about him tighter.

"Understand what?" Cid asked, looking at him in confusion.

"Why the others were worried about you," he said, looking at the pilot with knowing eyes. "You miss flying, do you not?" Cid began sputtering as he tried to pull together an answer, making the gunman smile a bit. "I thought so."

"That ain't it at all!" he snapped, turning bright red at his own fumbling. Vincent raised an eyebrow at him and the blonde huffed. "It ain't!"

"...Then what is wrong?" the ex-Turk asked, watching how the pilot turned an even darker shade of red while he fumbled with his goggles.

End

Review an' let me know what ya thought. Oh, an' if ya want more, else I can end it here, possibly delete, an' don't complain, it's my system! Short, I know, but the next one, if it goes up at all, will be longer. I think of this as a kinda teaser, of sorts...