Where am I?
     He was standing on cold metal ground. It was dark, except for a bright light in the center of the room, but his eyes hadn't yet adjusted.
     I've been here before...but where is here?
     Why can't I move?
     Why am I naked?
     Tied to a pole, that's what he was. Tied with steel bands if what he felt was any clue. And naked he was, in a crouching position that better served his modesty, but did not disguise the fact that he was indeed, naked. His eyes were beginning to adjust.
     Who is that? I've never seen him before.
     He was an attractive man, tall and dark-haired. His eyes burned bright green, almost unearthly, and he stood with his arms folded staring at...
     Squall! Rinoa! Zell,
Irvine, Selphie...what are you all doing here?
     They dully returned his gaze and mouthed words that he couldn't make out. They were also tied up and naked, secured tightly to poles. But there was a pole to the left of Squall, one that had no person tied to it.    And there was one person missing...
     Where's Quistis?
     Why are you all looking at me like that?
     The gazes were dull, lifeless, broken. No one tried to communicate anything anymore, they just stared at him, through him.
     Where's Quistis?
     Answer me.
     Where's Quistis?!
     Where's Quistis?!!
     Finally, there was a response. As one, the group's eyes moved upwards slowly. The light got brighter.
     Oh my God.
     Quistis was floating, naked, in the center of the white light. Her blue eyes were wide open and the pupils were gone. Then the light disappeared, and she fell. Blood spurted in all directions, and the sound of cracking bone made him wince. He opened his eyes and barely kept from retching. Large spikes protruded from almost every inch of Quistis' now dead body. Her blue eyes were still wide open, staring at him, pleadingly, before the intelligence in them slowly faded.
     QUISTIS!!!!!!!!
     He began to scream.
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     "Seifer?"
Wide blue eyes. "Seifer!" Full of worry. "SEIFER!" Pain on the side of his face.
     Seifer bolted upright, knocking Quistis back a few steps. He looked at her, incredulously. "Did you just slap me?"
     "I'm sorry, I couldn't wake you," she bit her lip. "Are you okay?"
     She was alive. ALIVE! He wanted to whoop with joy. "Yes, I'm fine." Then what he'd actually seen came flooding back to him. He jumped up and stared at his bed, breathing hard. The sheets were twisted all about. "What happened?"
     "I don't know. One minute I was sleeping, the next, you were screaming at the top of your lungs." She looked over her shoulder at the door. A brow lifted. "Hopefully no one else heard, though I don't see how that could have happened."
     "Um-sorry," Seifer rubbed his head.
     "Did Seifer just apologize?" Quistis gasped melodramatically. "Oh dear! I don't know if my heart can take it!" She pretended to faint, falling in a heap on his bed. Her hair fell over her face, leaving one blue eye visible. He said nothing. Tilting her head, she sat up and pulled him down next to her. "At the risk of sounding incredibly cliché, do you want to talk about it?"
     "No."
     "Why not?" She drew her legs up beneath her and leaned forward. "Seifer, are you all right? You seem...disturbed."
     "I am."
     "By a nightmare?" Quistis put on a phony smile. She knew how disturbing nightmares could be. "It's only a dream."
     "But it wasn't!" Seifer got up and began pacing around the room. "It was more of a vision. It was...awful."
     "A vision?" The blonde woman bit her lip. "Will you tell me what happened in it?" Seifer opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. "It's not weak to tell me, Seifer. I want to know what happened. It's important!"
     Seifer frowned at her, but sat down. "I was tied to a pole, and couldn't get free. It was a dark room, and everyone was there. They were all tied up, too. There was this white light, and a man with green eyes watching us. And then-" Seifer gagged, then slapped a hand over his mouth.
     "Then you watched as someone died horribly," Quistis finished, her eyes filling with pain, as she bit her lip.
     Blue met blue. There was a click, almost hypnotic. "How did you know?" Seifer asked, lowering his head close to hers.
     "I've been having the same dream for about two months. It isn't fun, watching those you love die," Quistis didn't move away.
     "Squall died in yours?" The words sounded bitter, even to Seifer.
     "Squall?" Her blue eyes blinked in surprise. "No, I meant everybody. Everybody's died. Disgustingly."   She whispered," Who died in yours?"
     "You did."
     A choked gasp escaped her lips, and she pressed a hand against her stomach. "I've never died in mine. I was always in the middle of a light, floating, watching everyone else die.  Of course, they say you can never dream your own death." Her voice was almost inaudible.    "How did I die?"
     "You...Quistis, I can't tell you that!" Seifer shook his head emphatically. "It was inhuman."
     "You never died in mine, Seifer. But you were always there. Across from everyone, watching."
     "
I wasn't with them in mine, either. I was...I don't know," Seifer jerked his face away from hers.  He was always away from them.  He reached for a lifeline, a change of subject, a dismissal. "It's probably just a coincidence."
     "Seifer...I guess so," Quistis agreed, her voice full of disbelief, but accepting the end of the discussion. She stood up and pushed him back on his bed. "Good-night, Seifer."
     "Good-night, Quistis."
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     Two days on a boat were not agreeing with him. Seifer turned green for the fifth time in the past ten minutes, much to his embarrassment. Thankfully, Quistis said nothing. On the other hand, she hadn't said much of anything since the night of the dream. They'd each had more nightmares, but one of them was always aware enough to wake the other. Nothing was said, they just both returned to bed, though not necessarily sleep.
     "Why exactly are we not taking the train?" Seifer asked, watching as the tracks stretched on near the boat.
     "Something's wrong with the circuits in Timber," Quistis replied absently. "Tracks weren't shifting, trains weren't starting, resulting in a lot of crashes. And it was completely random. Sometimes, everything was fine, other times, nothing went right. So they shut the station down. And since all trains from Esthar and Balamb come from Timber, there were no trains."
     "Stupid rustics. They couldn't figure out what was wrong?"
     "Everytime they fixed the problem, something else happened. But Timber's main source of business came from tourists passing through. They should get the trains up and running soon."
     He frowned. That piece of information bothered him. Seifer glanced at Quistis. She was leaning forward on the railing, staring vacantly at the ocean, chin resting in her hands. "You're just a walking talking newspaper."
     "Being up-to-date doesn't mean I'm a newspaper." She didn't look at him, eyes fixated on the water.
     "You aren't contemplating throwing yourself in are you?" Seifer frowned at her. Quistis stood up and turned to look at him.
     "Don't be-"
     "-ridiculous," he finished for her, grinning maddeningly. "Just making sure. Who would vouch for my job well-done if not my chaperone?" He smirked at her.
     Her eyebrow raised. "That is only if you do a job well-done."
     "What else would you expect from me?" He bowed mockingly.
     She sighed. "Nothing but the best, Seifer." She resumed her railing position. "I'll hold you to that, should you attempt to try anything not involved with the mission."
     He winced as the barb hit home. "Come on, Quistis, I didn't do anything wrong during the field exam."
     "Except leave your post, which is why your rank isn't as high as it could be." Her head turned to face him. "Luckily, you redeemed yourself by carrying...oh, what is his name?" Her hand went to her forehead, as if to make her remember. "Well, by carrying that one injured cadet. Although if you hadn't succeeded, you both would have been dead."
     "
But I knew better than to die," Seifer bragged, resting his elbows on the railing as he leaned back against it.
     "You should have known better than to risk it," Quistis shrugged. "But Cid didn't feel the same way."
     "I guess I was lucky you weren't grading my squad. I would be doing it again, instead of working on a mission," Seifer grinned maliciously. "You know how much I loved those exams."
     "No, Seifer, I would have passed you, if only because I hate seeing the same people taking it so many times."
     "Ouch. You're in rare form, Quistis. Something on your mind?" He caught her surprised glance. "Not that I care."
     "Glad to see you haven't changed, Seifer.  You had me worried," Quistis countered. "No, nothing is on my mind. Nothing that shouldn't be." A pointed look. "What about you?"
     "I still haven't died in mine."
     "I haven't in mine."
     "What do you think it means?"
     "I honestly don't know."
     "This is getting nowhere," Seifer groaned. "How long before we reach Timber?"
     "Another two-," she broke off as she caught his knowing smirk. "I don't know, why don't you ask the captain?" She signaled the end of the discussion by turning back toward the ocean.
     "Will do," he grinned as he walked away, grateful that she didn't see him clamp a hand over his mouth as he turned green again.
     Quistis watched as he left the deck, and bit her lip to keep from smiling. She wasn't too fond of boats either, but at least she didn't get sick.
     The tracks seized her attention. Her brows furrowed. She hadn't said anything to Seifer, but the train incidents bothered her. They bothered her a lot. Why would the entire Timber depot suddenly malfunction? It had been running since...well, long before she had the GFs to take away her memories. The equipment was checked regularly, so no failures would occur, because of the business it brought to Timber. Not to mention, it was the fastest method of transportation between the continents. Not counting Squall's Ragnarok of course, she smiled to herself. Now that was a ride.
     She pushed back off the railing, leaving one hand on it, as she looked in the direction of Timber. Well, maybe they would find out some more details when they asked about Martin Rueday. She had a feeling that the two were linked. That's ridiculous, she told herself. You don't even know who this man is. How could you have a feeling that the two are linked when you don't know the specifics behind either one? On the other hand, Cid hadn't told them the reason to keep an eye on Rueday, and like-what was it Seifer said-beat dogs, they'd followed orders without any questions. She hoped this didn't turn out like the
Deling City mission, with them winding up in a desert prison at the mercy of...Seifer. Oh, she hated thinking about that. She pushed it from her mind. Now, they had two weeks to...
     "Forget it," she said to herself. "You just warned Seifer about the same thing you're thinking about. Cut it out." Her head lifted and she stared into burning green eyes. Startled, she took a step back and blinked.  There was nothing there.
     "Uh...well..." Quistis bit her lip. The same eyes as the nightmares. She managed a laugh. "Must be my imagination!" Still unconvinced, she almost dashed back to the cabin. Was that a warning of some kind? Her blue eyes narrowed. She was never one to turn down a challenge, and Seifer...She laughed. Seifer looked for a challenge. Her chin lifted. They would do their mission as planned. And if anyone got in their way, they would find out what happened when they messed with an unwilling chaperone.
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