Author's note: I haven't seen this pairing before, but I haven't looked for fics either, so I'm sure there are some out there... And it just made so much sense to me!

Fujin watched Seifer and Squall enter the ballroom. They both looked deep in thought, which meant they’d at least started talking. She was relieved to see it. While she’d agreed to help get Seifer to Esthar – where he’d be unable to avoid conversation and equally unable to start a real fight – she had not been certain it would work.

Perhaps Laguna Loire was more devious than she’d given him credit for.

“Fujin?”

She turned to the speaker, a little surprised to see Dincht. He looked uncomfortable, squirming rather than bouncing under her gaze. “YES?” she prompted.

“I was… Well, Squall said…” He interrupted himself, took a deep breath and continued more coherently. “Squall thought we should return Pandemona to you, now that we’re not on opposite sides anymore. So, uhm, here?”

Fujin’s eye widened. She opened her mouth to speak only to have her throat choke on the sound as Dincht raised his hand to her forehead and Pandemona whirled into her mind. He settled into the spot he’d held before he’d been taken from her, filling an emptiness, easing an ache she hadn’t quite been aware of.

“MISSED,” she said when she could talk again.

Dincht smiled at her – soft, understanding. “I can see why. He was easy to work with, and got along great with Quez.”

“QUEZACOTL?”

“Yeah.” He looked a little rueful now. “There aren’t a lot of GFs he doesn’t object to, so he’s a little difficult sometimes, but I like him anyway.”

Fujin studied him. She didn’t remember Dincht having the thunder elemental back at Garden, but she could see why they suited each other. Flash and power, little need for subtlety. Part of the storm’s destructive force… and she’d always been fond of storms.

“DANCE,” she said. Grabbing his arm, she ignored his yelp of surprise and pulled him out on the dance floor.

Thunder alone didn’t make a storm.

It needed wind to be whole.