Air Sick

Rating:PG
Category: AU
Pairing(s): Cid/Vincent.
Warnings: Barf, sap... or barfsap, take your pick.
Summary: Something's happening here, what it is ain't exactly clear...
Notes:

Cloud was ill. Yuffie was ill. They were both definitely very, very ill. Battles they could handle, monsters they could face, pain they endured without a whimper. But stick them in an airship, and both came apart like rotted cloth.

"I hate my life," muttered Yuffie, her face an odd greenish-grey as she sat in perfect misery on the bridge of the Highwind.

Cloud sat next to her, fighting down his rising bile. "At least you're not also claustrophobic," he grumbled, the heels of his hands pressed against his eyes.

"Shut up the both of you," growled Cid. "If you don't like my ship you can get out and walk."

"You're a real humanitarian, Cid," said Tifa.

Cid just snorted and lit another cigarette. Cloud moaned quietly, his pain increased by the stink of tobacco.

"Cid do you have to do that?" asked Yuffie.

"My ship, my rules," Cid snapped. "Like it or leave it."

The door to the bridge opened, and in walked a tall, lean, silent figure, his long black hair hanging wild and loose down his back. He was shaking his head in discomfort.

"What's the matter with you?" asked Cid.

Vincent shook his head again, saying nothing. However Cid seemed to understand just what the problem was.

"Ears hurt, huh? I'll take the ship down a bit, that should help. How's your stomach? Bit queasy? Come on, I'll take you to the galley and fix you something. Air travel just isn't your cup of tea, is it? Here, let me help you, take my arm..."

Tifa watched, starry-eyed, as Cid left the helm and gently took Vincent by the arm, leading him carefully into the depths of the ship.

"Isn't that sweet?" she gushed. "Cid has a crush on Vincent!"

"Y'think?" grumbled Yuffie.

"That's it," said Cloud. "Yuffie?"

"Yeah?"

"On the count of three, we barf."