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Title: First Time
Author: GW Katrina aka![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
icedark_elf
Wordcount: 211
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Characters: Zack, Cloud
Summary: There's a first time for everything, and some of better than others
A/N: This is why I shouldn't talk to people about things like the year between the escape of the lab and Zack's death. Really, I shouldn't.
First Time
The first time it happened, Zack fell into a creek.
After he fell into said creek, the man made no move to get out. Instead, violet eyes stared hard at Zack’s companion on the trip.
Cloud said nothing, eyes still eerily blank, as he scooped up and drank another handful of water.
The movements were stilted, jerky, but that was understandable. It was the first time in over a month that Zack had seen Cloud really move on his own. And he was moving on his own. Not fast, or even well, spilling most of the water before he could drink it, but that was fine by Zack.
Cloud was there, somewhere, was in there and must be getting better.
“Damn, the water is cold. I bet it tastes good, Spike. Should get a drink from it while we can, hmm?”
Zack had said that.
Cloud had listened.
Suddenly, Zack felt like he could take on the whole world and come out on top.
Cloud was getting better. That made it that much more important to keep going.
Dripping wet and sitting in a far too cold creek, Zack laughed and hugged Cloud, not caring he got both of them wet.
Cloud was getting better.
They could take on anything, now.
Author: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfWordcount: 211
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Characters: Zack, Cloud
Summary: There's a first time for everything, and some of better than others
A/N: This is why I shouldn't talk to people about things like the year between the escape of the lab and Zack's death. Really, I shouldn't.
First Time
The first time it happened, Zack fell into a creek.
After he fell into said creek, the man made no move to get out. Instead, violet eyes stared hard at Zack’s companion on the trip.
Cloud said nothing, eyes still eerily blank, as he scooped up and drank another handful of water.
The movements were stilted, jerky, but that was understandable. It was the first time in over a month that Zack had seen Cloud really move on his own. And he was moving on his own. Not fast, or even well, spilling most of the water before he could drink it, but that was fine by Zack.
Cloud was there, somewhere, was in there and must be getting better.
“Damn, the water is cold. I bet it tastes good, Spike. Should get a drink from it while we can, hmm?”
Zack had said that.
Cloud had listened.
Suddenly, Zack felt like he could take on the whole world and come out on top.
Cloud was getting better. That made it that much more important to keep going.
Dripping wet and sitting in a far too cold creek, Zack laughed and hugged Cloud, not caring he got both of them wet.
Cloud was getting better.
They could take on anything, now.