This fic is dedicated to the following people: Akeara4 (For reading it with entusiasm), DustTraveller (For writing my favorite Yuffentine of all time), and to Valentine'sNinja (Who's fics I am hopelessly addicted to)

Also to my sister.

Enjoy

-x-

Everything was white. That was all she could see at the moment.

'Such a boring color,' She could remember thinking at the time. It didn't concern her that she didn't know where she was, or why all she could see was the color white.

Then, her reality set in.

"Where in Leviathan's name am I?" She sat up, and saw that white covered the walls, the ceiling, and her clothes. Even the flowers on the bedside table she was lying on was white. She was in a hospital, she realized.

Yuffie Kisaragi, age 21, had somehow managed to wind up in the hospital.

Odd, considering where she was last. That however seemed ages ago. Just how long was she asleep?

She tried to get out of the (uncomfortable) bed, but soon found that she was lacking the strength needed to do so and fell to the floor.

'Ok, ow.'

She pushed herself off the floor and back onto the bed.

Had Vincent just left her there in the hospital? He knew how much she detested them. She hated them about as much as he had. The clothes they had made you wear made her feel exposed and vulnerable. Even the very smell of the place made her gag.

'I am SO going to kick his ass. Even if he was just helping me all along, he just put me in this dump. Was I even sick? I don't remember me getting sick.'

Flashes of bright light filled her mind… then… white. Just white? This… maybe a problem.

'Maybe I should call Cloud! No wait, Cloud never answers his phone. Neither does Vincent. Nanaki can barely speak into his phone. However funny it is, I really don't feel like dealing with it. Barret… is too loud. Cid… NO. Tifa! Der, why didn't I think of that sooner?'

She looked around for her phone. It wasn't on the nightstand, or anywhere else as far as she could see. No phone, no luck, and no company. However, there was plenty of white. The color started to get on her nerves.

Determined to do something, anything, she tried to get up again. Although her balance wasn't as steady as she hoped it would be, it would be enough for now.

She cautiously stepped towards the door; trying to save whatever dignity she had left. (And there wasn't much.)

She peeked out the doorway, observing the busy doctors, who were obviously too busy to notice the poor ninja's existence.

'Well, not for not long…'

"Hey!" Even though her voice had cracked from lack of use, she had managed to say this loud enough to attract attention from miles away.

"Oh, Miss! You're awake!" A young woman of about 23 approached Yuffie with haste. Perhaps she thought that she would cause some kind of commotion. Had she known Yuffie a little better, she would find out she was indeed correct.

The young woman gracefully entered the room and pushed Yuffie, once again, back on the bed. (Which she was also beginning to hate.)

"Ok, lady. What's the deal here? What's wrong with me?" She 'politely' asked.

"I'm Dr. Griffon, you were knocked out… and I'm not sure." She smiled quietly. "You have out for quite a while, young lady."

"Wowzers… ok. Few weeks. My friends better have been visiting me! Have they? You know, the ones from AVALANCHE? I'm sure you've seen them. Oh, if Tifa hasn't been visiting me, I am so taking the friend card back-"

"I'm sorry, who?"

"You know, Tifa Lockhart."

"Never seen, or heard of her before."

"C'moooon. We beat Sephiroth! Cloud, me, and AVALANCHE!"

"Sephiroth…"

'Is this woman living in a hole?!'

Then Yuffie noticed the calendar on the wall.

'Hospitals really must be getting cheap. They didn't even bother to get a new calendar! That one is fifty years old!' She thought, though, in truth, she was starting to get anxious.

"So… did you… I mean. That calendar… isn't it a few years old?" It was hard not to let sarcasm drip into her voice. She didn't want to be rude on purpose yet. This Dr. Griffon seemed nice.

"Actually, that's new."

"So… that's really the date…"

"Miss, are you ok?"

'Fifty… fifty years… I'm STUCK fifty years ago. This had better not be some sick prank. Stupid Cid.'

"Miss?"

"Sorry… What?"

"Miss, do you even know your name?"

'I have to lie. I mean… I don't want to mess up the Space-time thingy. If this isn't a dream, I mean.'

"Of course I do! I'm… um… Effie. Cloti?"

'Cloti?! That's the fakest name I ever heard! But I was thinking of Cloud and Tifa! And their Celebrity Couple name I gave them behind their back. Heh.'

"Ok, Effie. Do you know your birthday?"

"No."

"Where you live?"

"I think it MIGHT be in Wutai… but… Nope. Don't have a place to go."

"Can you say you're times tables?"

"Lady, please. I'm the great ninja Y… Effie. I know those backwards."

While Dr. Griffon was thinking, Yuffie took the time to get a good look at her.

She had the darkest black hair she had ever seen, blue eyes that stood out against her ghostly complexion. She had a small, slender figure, suggesting that she had a Wutain background. Her features were indeed sharp, but graceful with a soft voice to compliment it. Also, her quiet voice seemed vaguely familiar. To Yuffie, she seemed like an old, forgotten friend. However, this was impossible. Yuffie didn't know any 70-year-old people, save for her many (and she meant many) relatives.

The doctor's muttering brought her back to the world.

"No ID, no money, no place to stay. Hm, do you think you can contact any of your friends?"

Yuffie nearly burst out laughing.

'I don't think that they can hear me from here.'

"Nope. So what are you going to do, kick me out of the hospital? Make me wash dishes 'cause I can't pay?"

The doctor just smiled.

"I will figure something out. In the mean time, why don't you get some rest? You must be tired. I do believe you hit your head. Couldn't find any bumps, no signs of bruises…"

She trailed off and left the room with a very confused Yuffie.

Yuffie found that even though she woke up minutes ago, she was indeed tired. Her eyelids drooped over her rain cloud eyes, and the bed that felt like it was filled with tiny shuriken before, felt awfully comfortable.

-x-

"Vincent, you will never believe what I found!"

"…"

"It's this cave where there's this powerful materia-"

"…"

"-And even though it's a legend, you know I have to try because-"

"Yuffie."

"- I am the great ninja Yuffie! I have a reputation to hold up, you know!"

"Yuffie."

"Hm? What is it Vampire-boy?"

"Why are you telling this to me?"

"Well, I was hoping you would come with me. I asked everyone else, and they ALL have something to do. Can you believe that? Anyway, I didn't ask you last 'cause I don't like you or anything. I like you. So don't think that I don't"

Vincent raised a delicate eyebrow.

"So will you? Come with me? Please?" She leaned against his shoulder in hope of looking to adorable to say no to. However, he seemed unfazed by her attempts.

"Aw, c'mon Vinnie! What else do you have to do? Sleep in a box?"

"Yuffie…"

"You still owe me! From when I totally saved your butt!"

He let out a short sigh.

"YAY! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Before she cared to think about what she was doing, she placed a kiss on his cheek, and skipped off in excitement.

Was that the first time in over thirty years since someone showed such affection and excitement for nothing but his company? (And materia)

Yes, in fact, it was.

-x-

"Effie-Chan… wake up." A soft voice filled her mind, and the soundless air around her, and it slowly lulled her back into consciousness.

"'Cent?" She sighed, and opened her eyes. She expected to see her all-in-red-and-black companion, but saw nothing but the young doctor.

"Wake up, I have news, sleepy head."

"Nooooooo… not yet."

"I'll let you wear your normal clothes…"

'She's done this before. She must baby-sit, or something.'

Yuffie sat up slowly, yet eagerly. Perhaps the new was that as soon as she finished washing all the dishes, she could go home. And that she could wear normal clothes whilst doing so.

The doctor pointed at the side table, and Yuffie practically pounced on the poorly built piece of furniture. Inside was here blue tank top and yellow shorts. Her gray striped boots were still M.I.A, but at least she had her lovely, lovely clothes.

As she put them on, the doctor spoke quickly, and somewhat wearily.

"Listen, I usually not allowed to do this sort of thing, and I did have to pull some strings, but you… you can come to my place for a while. Until you can get back up on your feet, I mean."

Yuffie raised both eyebrows.

"You, hopefully would also help around the house?"

Yuffie's mouth dropped open. For the first time in a long time, she was speechless.

"Is that too much of a problem? Or did you remember who, or where your friends are? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…"

"No… It's not that… It's just, that's really nice. And trusting! How do you know I'm not some creep out to kill you?"

Dr. Griffon let out a loud laugh, too loud for her. She was so quiet, so fragile looking.

"I highly doubt someone who doesn't remember her own birthday is out to murder me."

"Wow, thanks Doc! This is unbelievable! And don't you worry, you can go ahead and throw those chores at me! They won't be a problem."

She meant to run up and hug the doctor, but instead fell flat on her face. She had forgotten that she kicked sheets off in her sleep.

She almost never failed to trip on them in the morning.

The doctor, however, misinterpreted this.

"You will still feel a little dizzy. Though I can't place what happened to you, I can pretty much narrow it down to a head injury. All you need is a little rest. Such a strange injury, though, I never could figure out what had happened. Perhaps, time will tell?"

Time… How long was she to stay here? She didn't belong here. She never would. But, she didn't want to think about that right then.

"When can we get out of here I hate hospitals." She said suddenly.

"I think you should stay here, at least for one more night. I still need to get… some things taken care of. Is there anything I can get you?"

"Maybe some aspirin? I have a booming headache from all this silence."

She left the room swiftly, pondering how to break it to her patient that she did not live alone. She wondered how she would break it to him too.

She returned to the room and placed the aspirin accompanied with a glass of water on the bedside table.

Yuffie watched the doctor do so, and noticed a strong look of concentration on her face.

"Is something wrong?"

Her question was left unanswered, because another young woman had entered the room. She seemed to have no interest in Yuffie.

"Dr. Griffon, there is someone on the line for you."

"Excuse me Effie-Chan." She slipped out of the room quietly, and headed towards the desk that resided a couple of feet from Yuffie's room.

Yuffie, being the curious person that she was, followed.

Though the young doctor tried to be discreet about the conversation, she was loud, and frantic.

"N-no. You can't… What? Please, stop yelling… If you could just stay there a little longer… You will? Oh, thank god… O.k., yes… I'll be right there." She hung up the phone (It looked as though she tried not to slam the innocent contraption.) and hurried back to her patient's room.

"Change of plans, Effie-Chan. We need to leave. Now."

The sudden change of plans left Yuffie in a state of confusion. What had changed that she needed to leave with the doctor now?

"Hurry, please"

Dr. Griffon scurried over to the small closet that Yuffie had missed before, and took out her striped boots. She handed them to Yuffie, who practically jumped into her shoes. She really missed them.

They proceeded to leave the room, with Dr. Griffon only looking forward.

"Miri? Are you leaving already?" One of the nurses asked.

"I'm sorry, I have to leave. Effie Cloti is leaving with me. Please try to keep me out of trouble." Miri said.

The doctors pace kept increasing, and Yuffie found herself practically running. Though Dr. Griffon was petite, she had long legs.

'She must be in a lot of trouble. I'm having trouble keeping up with her and I'm the great ninja Yuffie!'

-x-

They had reached the garage within five minutes, surprising Yuffie at the hospital's small size.

There were not many cars in the parking lot, telling Yuffie it was either too early of too late for any visitors. The lone car in the lot was a rusty kind of red, bothering the ninja. She was used to white, and in truth, felt a little lost without.

'Weird. Guess that's expected for the White rose of Wutai.'

Miri fumbled through her pockets for her keys, anxious to get out of there.

Yuffie got in, and appreciated what fifty years could do to technology. The red car was bulky, awkward, and cramped feeling. Maybe even for it's time.

In a few short minutes, they were on the road, with only silence as their company. To Yuffie, it had seemed an eternity ago since she was last in that hospital bed.

Dr. Griffon surprised her by breaking the silence.

"I have a son…" She said bluntly.

The ninja wasn't quite sure if she had heard right.

"Another babysitter just quit on me. They all quit in the end, and I don't know why."

"You… have a son?"

'She's barely older me! She is too young! Way too young!'

"He's seven. I had him when I was sixteen. It's one of the best… and worst things I have ever done. Some may even see it as a sin. It will be a burden I carry with me for the rest of my life." She almost sounded as if she was going to cry.

"We all make mistakes… I mean-"

"I don't need your sympathy." This time, her voice sounded like a low, familiar grow;.

"Well… if you need a babysitter, I won't quit you! I'm great with kids! I know these two kids, Denzel and Marlene, and they love me. In fact, I'm like a big kid myself!"

Miri, though still tensed, cracked a smile.

"Thank you, Effie. I'm sure he will like you."

It was then Yuffie knew why the doctor made her leave then. She need Yuffie to be there, and watch her son while she went to work. It wasn't exactly black mail, she seemed to nice to do something like that. She was desperate, and Yuffie was there.

She smiled at the thought. It was the least she could do anyway. For all the doctors done, it was far less than she deserved.

Yuffie looked out the window, marveling at the different world before her.

'I…I think I'm in Midgar! I must be wrong though, it's was to pretty! Too bad it'll be all disgusting in a few years.'

The city lights reminded her of the stars she used to look at as a child in Wutai. She felt comforted, and peaceful. For once, Yuffie enjoyed the silence.

However, it was hard not to think about how much tragedy could occur within fifty years.

A lot could.

-x-

They pulled up onto a small driveway. The house was small, and not suitable for a small, happy family. The roof was missing some shingles, and the front window appeared to be cracked. The white paint seemed to be peeling off, as well.

'So, Midgar still had it's Slums.'

Miri ran out of the car, and straight to the red threshold. She seemed to have trouble putting the key through the hole.

Yuffie would have laughed, had it been any other person.

The doctor was finally able to jam the key in (Though, in truth, the door looked like it could be flicked down by Yuffie's pinky finger) and she walked into the house, the ninja swiftly following.

"Ana? Where are you?" Miri's voice was quivering again.

A rough looking woman came out. She looked like she experience in battle, and was most likely well-armed now.

"I'm ain't watchin' him anymo', Griffon."

"Why?! He hasn't done anything!"

"Ratha not say. Howeva, I will tell ya this. Ya best watch ya trust." The older woman's eye's flashed to Yuffie, and then, she left.

Just like that.

'That was weird. She didn't ask for Gil or anything.' Yuffie thought.

Miri's small hands were balled up into fists at her sides. She was scared, and angry. Ana's gruff words were still ringing in her ears.

Someone was scaring her babysitters away, she was sure of it. She didn't know why though… 'However, it could be-'

"Is she gone?" A small voice interrupted her thoughts. A small boy with jet black hair stood in the door way to the left of her. His long bangs covering his eyes.

"Yeah, hon. She's gone." He walked up to Miri and hugged her leg.

"Good. I didn't like her."

"I agree, but you shouldn't say things like that about people. It isn't nice." The concern on her face had melted away into a warm, motherly expression.

Her son absent mindedly tugged at the overly large red sweatshirt. ('Hand-me-down?)

"I brought over a new girl. She's really nice. Her name is Effie Cloti. Why don't you introduce yourself?"

He stepped away from his mother, and walked up to Yuffie.

Something kept Yuffie from speaking. An unknown aura filled the air, and caused her heart rate to double.

She got down on one knee, so that she were equal in height with the seven-year-old.

He brought both hands to clear away the thick bangs hiding his eyes.

Unusual scarlet orbs found Yuffie's gray one's.

Her breathing stopped.

'It…it couldn't possibly be…'

"Hello." He outstretched his right hand.

"My name is Vincent Valentine."

-x-

Disclaimer: I do not own, or will ever own (weeps) any of the Final Fantasy 7 characters. All OC's however, are mine.

So this is my first crack at a Final Fatasy 7 fic! Wow. I know it's a little confusing, the events that led up to where Yuffie is will be told in Flashbacks.

Also please tell me what you think! Was it too blunt? Too much foreshadowing? Anything wrong, or bad grammer?

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(Expect an update in 14 days)