Canon: Advent Children
Theme + Number: 67) Insult to injury, 85) Mistake, 78) Big, 93) Tiny & 94) puzzle
Characters/Pairings included: Tseng, Elena, Reno
Warnings: Talk of slash and Reno being Reno.
Summary: Her mind wandered to something she would have rathered she forgot.
Spoilers: None in this part.
She admitted it, she had screwed up. Not in a big, life altering way, but she messed up and now they were hours behind schedule. She cradled her wounded hand to her chest with a forlorn look. She was sitting there waiting for him to start scolding her, telling her she was a child and foolish. She expected it, of course. She had messed up, after all. It would have added insult to injury, but she was a big girl. She could handle it.
He sighed heavily as he took a seat across from her pinching the bridge of his nose and holding out his hand to her. She frowned gazing down at the hand, studying the calloused tips of his fingers. “Sir?”
“Give me your hand, Elena.”
She hesitated. She would admit that she was afraid of him touching her hand, mostly because she didn’t know what he was going to do with it. Not that she thought he would hurt her or anything, but he was looking rather angry and she wouldn’t put it past him. Still, he was a superior and if she didn’t do what he asked odds were he would just get more angry so slowly she placed her hand, palm up, into his outstretched hand.
He tugged her arm up and drew the hand close to her face, examining it closely. She watched with a childlike fascination as his dark eyes narrowed slightly, his brow furrowing. It was a small wound really. A tiny one even, but it was bleeding profusely. Then, his fingers prodded the wound and she cried out. She couldn’t help it. She was used to being hurt by now, but it didn’t mean she enjoyed it and it certainly didn’t mean she wouldn’t call out when injured.
His eyes jumped to hers and he lowered her hand. “My apologies, Elena.”
She shook her head rapidly. “Its alright, sir. It isn’t your fault, sir. I am just overly sensitive.”
She could have sworn the saw the edge of his mouth twitch, but she was sure she imagined it. He rarely smiled, rarely even acknowledged things that could be amusing.
He stood then, nodding slightly. “Alright, lets get your hand patched up and then we’ll head out again, alright?”
She nodded, once, quickly. “Yes, sir.”
Elena woke to the sound of her phone ringing. The clock on the other side of the room flashed ‘1:23’. She cursed quietly under her breath. Who in the name of Shiva could be calling her at that time of the morning?
She groped around in the dark searching for her phone and heard it clatter to the floor. Cursing again she leaned over and grabbed it, answering it and pressing it to her ear. “Hello?”
“Hey, Laney! Sorry I woke you.”
Elena groaned as she flopped back on her bed. Reno. Friggin’ Reno. Of course he had to be the one to call her! At one-thirty in the morning! At a damn noisy club!
She sighed and pressed a hand to her forehead. “Yes, Reno?”
“Oh, come on Laney! I called to check on you.”
“How kind of you.”
“Sarcasm becomes you. Kinda sexy.”
“I’m tired, Reno, and you woke me up. Do you blame me for being sarcastic?”
“I suppose not. Still sounds sexy though.”
“We played this dance before, Reno. You hit on me, I punch you in the nose, there’s blood everywhere. It wasn’t such a fun game for you. Are you sure you want to play it again?”
He laughed. He actually laughed! “I didn’t call to hit on you, Laney.”
“Really? Could have fooled me. Do you actually listen to yourself when you talk or do the words just spill forth?”
“Sarcastic. I’m beginning to like it.”
She sighed again. “What do you want, Reno?”
“I told you, Laney. I called to check on you.”
“Yes, yes, but why?”
“Wanted to see how things are going with Tseng.”
She pulled the phone away from her face and buried her face in her pillow screaming. Damn him! Why did he have to do this?
She gritted her teeth and pressed the phone back to her ear. “Yes, Reno?”
“So, how are things going? Anything to report?”
“No, Reno. Nothing to report. We are heading to Wutai, that’s it, that’s all, end of story.”
“Oh, come on, Laney. Don’t even tell me you haven’t peeked.”
She groaned. “Peeked at what?” Later on she would realize that was a mistake to ask, but she was half asleep still and she was waiting to go back to sleep.
He chuckled at her again. “Come on, Elena, peek. You cant tell me, honestly, that you aren’t wondering just how big Tseng is.”
As the phone clicked dead she could hear the redhead’s laughter floating through the line.
She had decided that Tseng was one great big puzzle. There were hundreds of little pieces of him that she would never quite understand. Like, what in Shiva’s name possessed him to call her (only a couple of hours after she hung up with Reno) and ask her to come sit with him in his room. Not only was that very un-Tseng like behavior, but she thought, silently of course, that it was rather pointless seeing as he hadn’t said more than a few words since she came into the room.
He sat facing her on the bed, his long hair spilling around his shoulders. She had to admit he looked lovely with his hair down even if he didn’t wear it that way often. Pulled back was his thing lately, and not that he didn’t look good like that, but she was partial to his hair being down.
The expression on his face was one she couldn’t really read. He was both drifting and completely focused at the same time, no small task.
He cleared his throat quietly and she blushed, her gaze skipping down to her hands. “Sorry, sir. Guess my mind was wondering again.”
“Why did you not ask the reason for us going to Wutai?”
Her head bolted up as she blinked at him. That was unexpected. “I suppose I did not find it necessary. Sir. I thought were it important I would be informed. And…it isn’t really my business, sir.”
“But you are stuck making the journey with me. If I were you I would think it my business then.”
“I am not stuck doing this, sir. I do not mind.”
“Is that right?”
She cleared her throat quietly. “I am good at following orders, sir.”
“Yes, you are.” There was a long, tense pause. “I have an important matter to deal with involving my family.”
“Your family, sir?” Tseng had never mentioned family before. She had always assumed he was one of the many people in Midgar who no longer had family.
Tseng nodded ever so slightly. “I do have a family, even though I have not had contact with them for sometime now.”
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that, sir.”
He waved a hand at her. “Don’t be. We made the decision not to contact each other.”
“Now I have some unfinished business to attend to involving them.”
“I see. Sir.”
He sighed then, heavy and seemingly tired. “I do appreciate the company, Elena. Very much.”
“As I said, sir. I am good at following orders.”
“No, Elena. I did not mean you making the trip with me. I was referring to you joining me go we could speak. I find it quiet lonely sometimes when I am alone at night.”
For some reason, and she will never know why, she instantly thought of the time she had walked into a very awkward situation at the office. It was late, after midnight, and for some odd reason she couldn’t sleep. She had been doing that a lot lately. She was making her way down the hall when she encountered it.
She had known at the time she probably shouldn’t have looked, but she was curious, so damn curious.
She peered into the darkened office through the crack in the door, drawn there by the sounds. Once she looked in she wanted to look away, but she was unable to. It was like a horrible car crash: you want to look away, but somehow you remain fascinated.
Tseng was leaning over the desk, his knuckles gripping onto the edge tightly, his face a mixture of concentration and pleasure and restraint. He looked oddly beautiful, and oddly alluring with that expression, silently calling out while their boss slammed himself inside of him over and over again, his hand tangled in the dark-haired Turk’s long locks. It was beautiful and disturbing to her, and a part of her ached at the sight, that damn part that had always had a thing for Tseng.
She would never understand why her brain jumped to that, but it did, and with a blush she looked away. “It is not a problem, sir.”
She felt something brush her cheek and as she looked back at him he was lowering his hand. “Thank you, Elena.”