Title: Until I Say So.

Disclaimer: Ya've no idea how tired I am of sayin' this: I OWN NOTHIN'!

Setting: End of DoC to whenever I decide ta end it... dunno when that'll be. I'll base it on reviews!

Summary: After Omega's attack, Reeve searches for Vincent right away, and upon finding him, he's determined to nurse the ex-Turk back to health, and he won't let the man be until he think he's well enough. What could go wrong? Rated fer the usual. Warnings inside.

Warnings: Hmm...le's see...Will definitely be swearing, gays, slash, yaoi, boyxboy, whatever then hell ya wanna call it, uhh, my grammar, OOC-ness, smokin', fuckin', an' whatever the hell I can think of. If ya'll have any idea, feel free ta share, I'll prob'ly use 'em.

Dedicated to limpet666, who wanted a ReeveVince fic.

Chapter One

Reeve's breath died in his throat as he watched a red light streak through the sky. He knew it was Vincent, and without waiting for the rest of Avalanche to move, he sprinted off in the direction of the falling light, hoping to find the pale gunner and savior of the planet in one piece. Running as fast as he could, he stumbled over fallen debris when he did not look where he was going.

Reeve continued to run, pausing once a glint of silver caught his attention. He could hear his heart beating in his ears as he reached for the metal with shaking fingers. Picking up the Cerberus charm, his breath hitched in his throat. He clutched the small charm close his heart before looking around, knowing that the ex-Turk had to be around the area in order for his charm to be so close.

He quickly ran off in one direction, praying that it would lead him to Vincent. Reeve continued to sprint, moving at a slower pace as he called out for his friend. After a while of doing this, he paused, seeing something move out of the corner of his eye. He stood completely still, hoping that it was not a creature on the prowl, knowing that he had no way to protect himself.

"V-Vincent?" Reeve called out, hoping against all odds that the gunman was the source of the movement. A low growl caught his attention, sounding closer than the dark moving figure was the last he saw of it.

Biting his bottom lip, Reeve slowly turned around, facing the moving figure. Upon seeing it, he froze, his body becoming still as his eyes widened.

"Vincent!" Reeve called out, looking at the torn body that was struggling to walk towards him. Getting the feeling back into his legs, he ran towards the ex-Turk, tripping over slabs of concrete and steel. Once he was close enough to the gunner, Reeve wrapped his arms around him tightly, feeling tears prickling at his eyes as he sobbed against the ex-Turk. "Oh, God, Vincent," he nearly cried, his body trembling almost as much as the man in question's was.

"A-are you all right?" he asked, pulling back to look at the brunette. Carefully looking at him, Reeve felt his heart stop all over again. "Oh, no..." he sighed, feeling his eyes well up even more. "You need to get to a hospital."

"...No," Vincent muttered his voice sounding softer as he swayed gently, Reeve's hands keeping him upright. He coughed harshly, dropping to his knees, and sending the other man into a panic.

"I-I don't know what to do!" Reeve cried out, tears barely being held back as he watched the cut up chest heave, blood speckling full lips as it trickled down his chin. He reached down and wrapped his arms around the gunner, rubbing his back as the coughing died down. "...Feeling better?" Getting no response, he looked at Vincent's face, noticing how the pale skin was drenched in blood, deep cuts on his scalp and a vicious one on his temple. The gunman's eyes were closed and he slumped into Reeve's arms.

He frowned as he looked at the deep cuts and singes along his body, knowing that he would need some medical attention. He carefully lowered the thin, tall man to the ground, slow enough so any injuries would not be worsened. Once he was lying down, Reeve carefully began to undo the buttons on his cloak, openeing the red material and revealing the blood-covered face of is friend.

Feeling in even more of a panic, he ran his fingers down the ex-Turk's chest, not yet ready to face the damage underneath his shirt. His breath hitched once he felt his fingers dip into the pale man's chest, noticing how he moaned softly and twitched. Then Reeve truly began to panic, knowing that he would have to have some ribs set into place so they would heal properly.

Quickly, he searched his pockets for his cell phone, nearly dropping it once it was pulled out of his pocket. he quickly dialed Reno's number, listening to the ringing while he stared at Vincent's face.

"Yes, Reno? Oh, thank God! Listen, I need a helicopter at my current location as quick as possible. ...Track my cell phone! This is an emergency! Hurry over here, please! ...Thank you!"

Ending that call, Reeve then dialed Cloud, letting him know of the current situation before hanging up; he would let their leader deal with the rest of the group as he waited for Reno to arrive. During his wait, Reeve turned towards Vincent, frowning as he was nearly brought to tears once more. He swallowed dryly before running his hand over the ex-Turk's cheek. Hearing a helicopter in the distance, he quickly redid the front to his clock and stood up straight, waving to get Reno's attention as he looked for the helicopter.

All of his hope was riding on getting Vincent to his home.

End of Chapter Thirty Three

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