Title: Ready for Anything but that.
Description: Seifer still can't resist meddling in Squall's life.
Amnesia arc.
Pairing: eventual seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 591
Notes: Drabbles/ficlets tend to be written at work, so they're not as lucid as some of my writing. They're also completely unbeta'd unless otherwise stated, please forgive this.

I was prepared for a lot of things. Rehabilitation, Squall struggling with his memories and dealing with how familiar he'd been with me, even never remembering who he was.

What I wasn't prepared for was Squall getting depressed with being stuck in damn ward. Every day he seemed a little less bright and a little quieter. He'd never done well in wards, he was an independent little bastard and he hated being looked after. Which was one of the things that had ended us before.

The books I took with me, he devoured. I'd even dropped by his room in garden, hard as it was, to pick up some of the paperbacks he'd gotten lying around in the hope that I might even be able to jog his memory by giving him something familiar. Even with them, he was very quickly bored.

Finally I gave in. I asked him "What do you want?"

He looked at me, gave me the saddest little smile and shrugged. "I just want to go home."

I looked at him for a minute, the dark circles that were growing again under his eyes, the little slope of his shoulders that hadn't been there the first day I'd seen him... There was no way he was going to garden when he wasn't himself. Bad for Morale for a start. And with half of SeeD off trying to find whoever had attacked him, he wouldn't be safe there. He couldn't protect himself.

"Do you want to come home with me?" I asked, before I really knew what I was saying. As soon as I'd said it, I knew it was a bad idea but I couldn't think of any better. Squall lit up like he had the first time I'd gone back to see him after the first day and I knew I couldn't take it back. Hell, I couldn't even say it was a bad idea; I could look after him ‘til he was himself again. Maybe it'd help me work out how I could be friends with the real, other Squall again.

"Are you sure? You don't have to take care of me."

Yeah, I do. Because I still think of you as my little brother. I didn't say that aloud, I just shrugged and grinned at him. "I'll grab the release forms, it's not like they're doing anything for you here anyway. Nothing I couldn't take care of at home."

He seemed enamoured with the idea, nodding and practically willing to get up and dressed right there and then... but there was a problem. "I don't have any clothes here."

I pulled my trench - a new one, black leather. I'd bought it in fact because my old one reminded me too much of Squall and smelled like him enough that it had been confined to storage for a few years - off and tossed it at him gently. Odd that the white leather reminded me more of Squall than the black did. "Here, this'll cover you up. I'll wheel you out and carry you to the car, then up the stairs to the apartment when we get there."

He very nearly grinned at me. That was... odd. But adorable. Not to mention wicked. "Perfect escape plan. I'll make you *two* dinners."

"Well before we synchronise watches, I'll go threaten a doc."

I nearly leant over and kissed him, diverting myself at the last moment to give him a gentle one armed hug, resting my cheek against his hair. This wasn't going to be easy.
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