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Fics: Change, Drive, and Talk (FFVII)
Title: Change
Author: GW Katrina aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
icedark_elf
Beta:forgottenlover
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Claim: Zack Fair
Themeset/Prompt: Ten Set 04, 06-Change for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
story_arc
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1,152
Link to Archive Post: Interconnected
Change
Gods, she really hated this job. A lot.
Still, the NWO was paying her good money, but, still, she was going to have nightmares forever because of this job. Who knew this was what Shin-Ra had been up to? There had to be some human experimentation, but nothing on this scale. And given some of the other things she had seen popping up in the notes, she wondered what else was done to things that really hadn’t deserve it.
She had met the creature that came to visit Reeve from time to time. Red was a wonderful, interesting person to talk to, and it made her slightly sick what might have happened to him before. She was aware that he had been in Hojo’s labs at some point of time. Red XIII showed up in various notes she had seen, and she found it hard to imagine some of them. Those she hadn’t read, but had set aside, and given to Reeve himself, so that Red could decide what to do with them on his own.
Still, picking through these abandoned, forgotten labs, trying to figure out what Hojo and the other scientists had left behind when the world had gone mad, made her realize just how horrid people could be to each other at times.
“Dr. Solita, is everything all right in there?”
“Yes, Michaels. Thank you.”
Her own personal armed escort. It was sad that she needed one. But between the fact that some of the labs weren’t as abandoned as they could have been, and a large number of specimens that had escaped, it wasn’t safe to go alone, or even with a small group of assistants. They had an armed escort, people who were trained in monster hunting, and she was sure that one or two of them might even have been SOLDIERs. Not many of them were still around, but she figured it was because they didn’t want any trouble with people who stilled blamed Shin-Ra for everything. And SOLDIERs were so easy to identify, and Shin-Ra was so closely tied to them...well, she didn’t blame them for hiding out.
It was good to have people she could trust at her back, though, and she and her team did their best to quickly clear the systems.
It looked as if they were getting to the last rooms of this system, though, and she was happy for that. A hot meal and a place to stretch out were sounding pretty good right now, and she couldn’t wait to get done for the night.
Eyeing the door, which was blocked by a fallen filing cabinet, she looked around, and sighed. “Michaels, if you could, would you come assist me with this?”
She could have gotten the cabinet herself. Simple leverage. But more than once, when they had come across this same scene, it was because there was something dangerous behind the door that had been blocked. Usually a monster. Most of the time, the experiment was dead, but things had lived far longer than expected at times, and all it had taken was opening the door on one starving monster to teach them all a lesson.
So, after waiting for Michaels to join her, Solita moved the cabinet. The sounds of machinery behind the door were clear, and she waited for the man to nod before pushing open the door, ready to drop if there was something in there and clear the firing path.
It was the green glow of mako that met her eyes, and she sucked in a breath. Mako always seemed to lead to the worst things.
In the room was a tank. No monster, and so she let Michaels past, and then followed him. Was that a human? Oh, gods, it was.
Feeling her stomach twist, she felt sick. Gods, another victim. She wondered who it was, this poor soul who had been tortured and died for Hojo’s experiments.
Then the man’s eyes opened.
Shrieking slightly, feeling foolish even as she did it, but too startled to hold it in, she heard the man beside her suck in a breath.
“We need to call President Reeve.”
She nodded absently, already reaching for her phone to have the message sent along.
“Tell him we found First Class SOLDIER Zack Fair, former second in command to General Sephiroth.”
Well, hells.
She placed the call, wondering what was going to happen next.
///
He wasn’t sure what was going on. There was movement, and that wasn’t something he remembered seeing in a long time. Noise caught his attention, and he couldn’t help but open his eyes. That took a bit. He couldn’t remember how things connected, and was pretty sure he had twitched his fingers and maybe his toes before getting his eyes open. Stupid body parts, getting all confused.
But now he had it, and he looked out. For a moment, all he saw was green. That was all he ever saw, and then there was a strange sound, an odd feel.
Suddenly, the green was gone, and he found himself stretched out on cold floor, something draped over him. A jacket? Something, and he blinked fuzzily at it before looking at the moment. Doctors? Not? He wasn’t sure. The one looked familiar, and he wasn’t sure how he knew him.
“Sp-ke?” He could feel his throat ache. Hadn’t used it in forever. The woman on his other side, who was taking his vitals, paused.
“Who? What’s your name?”
“’m Zack. Where’s Spike?” Still rough, but he could feel his voice starting to smooth out.
“Spike?”
Damnit, why did they have to ask questions. Given the situation, he had figured they weren’t with Shin-Ra, and maybe were here to get him out. “Strife. Cloud Strife.”
A moment of quiet, and a faint cough.
“Hells,” muttered the woman. “You would have hard questions.”
“Cloud Strife is recovering from where he saved the world. Again.”
For a moment, Zack was sure he was being made fun of, then he realized that the man was being serious. He stared at him harder, and then his eyes widen. “You aren’ kidding....”
What the hell had he been missing?
The man shook his head. “You’ve missed a lot, sir. Trust me. We’ll get you updated as soon as we can. Why don’t you rest for now. It’ll be easier once you aren’t so mako-contaminated.”
He really wanted to know about this whole Spike saving the world thing, but his body decided that the man had the right idea and his eyes closed despite him not wanting to.
He would find out more. But a nap wouldn’t hurt. Just a little one.
Zack slept, even as the call came back from Reeve, and Michaels took a picture, confirming his identification.
Things were starting to change, and Zack was once again at the heart of them.
Title: Drive
Author: GW Katrina akaicedark_elf
Beta:forgottenlover
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Claim: Ifalna
Other characters/pairings: Gast, mentions of Hojo, Jenova and Sephiroth
Table/Theme Name & Number: Table IV, 06-Drive forover_look
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 417
Warnings: None
Summary: Gast is different from the others, she can see that in his eyes.
Drive
She still was not sure what she thought of humans. Ifalna was trapped here, in this lab, and unable to see how they were outside of this place.
Shin-Ra was a name she found she hated already, though she hid it as best she could. Calmly ignoring the scientists most of the time, she instead looked at the subjects. Most weren’t human, or even sentient, though a few did show a frightening degree of cunning that made her fear if they had ever gotten out.
Of all the doctors, though, Gast, the one who had first spoken to her, he was the one she feared the least. There was something in his eyes, especially the longer they spoke, that told her underneath it all, he was a good person. However, that drive to learn kept him from really reaching out.
He was the only one she spoke to. Hojo she ignored totally. Even though it was the man’s child who was running around, and she could sense the taint of the Calamity on him. When she could, she subtlety reached out and pulled as much from the boy as she could. It was easier than she had expected. Outside of herself, the child, Sephiroth, seemed to be Gast’s main project. She was unsure of what the man thought he was doing, but he spoke of recreating the Ancients, of bringing him back, and Ifalna suddenly understood what he thought he was doing.
“That thing you use. She is no Cetra. She is the Calamity from the Skies, and she will lead to your destruction.”
The moment she told him that, the man had started to pester her more and more. She saw the thirst for knowledge that he held.
It wasn’t hard to understand why he took her from the labs finally, and just when she didn’t want to leave. To leave Sephiroth was to leave the boy to influences that no one, man, woman, or child, and definitely not human, should ever be exposed to.
Still, he took her from the labs, and took them north. She wasn’t sure if he had done it with permission, as he seemed almost fearful, but they went north, and to a house filled with cameras. There, he talked to her. Finally really talked to her.
It was the urge to understand things that drove the man to being a scientist, and now Ifalna had to figure out some way to manipulate that and use it to her advantage.
Title: Talk
Author: GW Katrina akaicedark_elf
Beta:forgottenlover
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Series: Request fics, so no real series
Wordcount: 301
Rating: PG
Talk
“I don’t trust him.”
Gast sighed as he looked at the newest Turk who was taking his duty in the labs. Every Turk had to go through this, and Gast was getting very familiar with hearing the same things from them. “Professor Hojo is a good scientist.”
“And a poor human being.”
Red eyes glared at him, and Gast absently tried to place them in the shades of normal human color. Variant of brown, perhaps? Whatever it was, the red was slightly eerie, and he wondered how it would look if they were enhanced with Mako? With that blood color backlit by something, the only sign of someone standing there in the dark.
Heh, at this rate, he was going to give himself goosebumps. “I’m not interested in how human he is. I’m interested in what his mind can do.”
“He’s obsessed. Very obsessed. He keeps talking about how he’ll prove he’s the best scientist Shin-Ra has. You should not be turning your back on him.”
“I remember your father. He was a good man. I know that Lucrecia worked with him, and now she’s Hojo’s assistant. I certainly hope the ties that are there are not affecting your judgement.”
Those eyes narrowed. “Fine. If that is how you feel on the matter, Professor, I’ll leave it to you. I hope you remember this, though.”
Years later, as he laid drowning in his own blood, Gast couldn’t help thinking of the conversation, so long ago. He had asked for it, hadn’t he? Ignored the dangers and now his wife and baby girl were in the hands of the same man who had no compunction about testing on his own flesh and blood. Gods only knew what he would do to Gast’s family.
He wished he could say he was sorry.
Author: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfBeta:
forgottenloverFandom: Final Fantasy VII
Claim: Zack Fair
Themeset/Prompt: Ten Set 04, 06-Change for
story_arcRating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1,152
Link to Archive Post: Interconnected
Change
Gods, she really hated this job. A lot.
Still, the NWO was paying her good money, but, still, she was going to have nightmares forever because of this job. Who knew this was what Shin-Ra had been up to? There had to be some human experimentation, but nothing on this scale. And given some of the other things she had seen popping up in the notes, she wondered what else was done to things that really hadn’t deserve it.
She had met the creature that came to visit Reeve from time to time. Red was a wonderful, interesting person to talk to, and it made her slightly sick what might have happened to him before. She was aware that he had been in Hojo’s labs at some point of time. Red XIII showed up in various notes she had seen, and she found it hard to imagine some of them. Those she hadn’t read, but had set aside, and given to Reeve himself, so that Red could decide what to do with them on his own.
Still, picking through these abandoned, forgotten labs, trying to figure out what Hojo and the other scientists had left behind when the world had gone mad, made her realize just how horrid people could be to each other at times.
“Dr. Solita, is everything all right in there?”
“Yes, Michaels. Thank you.”
Her own personal armed escort. It was sad that she needed one. But between the fact that some of the labs weren’t as abandoned as they could have been, and a large number of specimens that had escaped, it wasn’t safe to go alone, or even with a small group of assistants. They had an armed escort, people who were trained in monster hunting, and she was sure that one or two of them might even have been SOLDIERs. Not many of them were still around, but she figured it was because they didn’t want any trouble with people who stilled blamed Shin-Ra for everything. And SOLDIERs were so easy to identify, and Shin-Ra was so closely tied to them...well, she didn’t blame them for hiding out.
It was good to have people she could trust at her back, though, and she and her team did their best to quickly clear the systems.
It looked as if they were getting to the last rooms of this system, though, and she was happy for that. A hot meal and a place to stretch out were sounding pretty good right now, and she couldn’t wait to get done for the night.
Eyeing the door, which was blocked by a fallen filing cabinet, she looked around, and sighed. “Michaels, if you could, would you come assist me with this?”
She could have gotten the cabinet herself. Simple leverage. But more than once, when they had come across this same scene, it was because there was something dangerous behind the door that had been blocked. Usually a monster. Most of the time, the experiment was dead, but things had lived far longer than expected at times, and all it had taken was opening the door on one starving monster to teach them all a lesson.
So, after waiting for Michaels to join her, Solita moved the cabinet. The sounds of machinery behind the door were clear, and she waited for the man to nod before pushing open the door, ready to drop if there was something in there and clear the firing path.
It was the green glow of mako that met her eyes, and she sucked in a breath. Mako always seemed to lead to the worst things.
In the room was a tank. No monster, and so she let Michaels past, and then followed him. Was that a human? Oh, gods, it was.
Feeling her stomach twist, she felt sick. Gods, another victim. She wondered who it was, this poor soul who had been tortured and died for Hojo’s experiments.
Then the man’s eyes opened.
Shrieking slightly, feeling foolish even as she did it, but too startled to hold it in, she heard the man beside her suck in a breath.
“We need to call President Reeve.”
She nodded absently, already reaching for her phone to have the message sent along.
“Tell him we found First Class SOLDIER Zack Fair, former second in command to General Sephiroth.”
Well, hells.
She placed the call, wondering what was going to happen next.
He wasn’t sure what was going on. There was movement, and that wasn’t something he remembered seeing in a long time. Noise caught his attention, and he couldn’t help but open his eyes. That took a bit. He couldn’t remember how things connected, and was pretty sure he had twitched his fingers and maybe his toes before getting his eyes open. Stupid body parts, getting all confused.
But now he had it, and he looked out. For a moment, all he saw was green. That was all he ever saw, and then there was a strange sound, an odd feel.
Suddenly, the green was gone, and he found himself stretched out on cold floor, something draped over him. A jacket? Something, and he blinked fuzzily at it before looking at the moment. Doctors? Not? He wasn’t sure. The one looked familiar, and he wasn’t sure how he knew him.
“Sp-ke?” He could feel his throat ache. Hadn’t used it in forever. The woman on his other side, who was taking his vitals, paused.
“Who? What’s your name?”
“’m Zack. Where’s Spike?” Still rough, but he could feel his voice starting to smooth out.
“Spike?”
Damnit, why did they have to ask questions. Given the situation, he had figured they weren’t with Shin-Ra, and maybe were here to get him out. “Strife. Cloud Strife.”
A moment of quiet, and a faint cough.
“Hells,” muttered the woman. “You would have hard questions.”
“Cloud Strife is recovering from where he saved the world. Again.”
For a moment, Zack was sure he was being made fun of, then he realized that the man was being serious. He stared at him harder, and then his eyes widen. “You aren’ kidding....”
What the hell had he been missing?
The man shook his head. “You’ve missed a lot, sir. Trust me. We’ll get you updated as soon as we can. Why don’t you rest for now. It’ll be easier once you aren’t so mako-contaminated.”
He really wanted to know about this whole Spike saving the world thing, but his body decided that the man had the right idea and his eyes closed despite him not wanting to.
He would find out more. But a nap wouldn’t hurt. Just a little one.
Zack slept, even as the call came back from Reeve, and Michaels took a picture, confirming his identification.
Things were starting to change, and Zack was once again at the heart of them.
Title: Drive
Author: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfBeta:
forgottenloverFandom: Final Fantasy VII
Claim: Ifalna
Other characters/pairings: Gast, mentions of Hojo, Jenova and Sephiroth
Table/Theme Name & Number: Table IV, 06-Drive for
over_lookRating: PG
Wordcount: 417
Warnings: None
Summary: Gast is different from the others, she can see that in his eyes.
Drive
She still was not sure what she thought of humans. Ifalna was trapped here, in this lab, and unable to see how they were outside of this place.
Shin-Ra was a name she found she hated already, though she hid it as best she could. Calmly ignoring the scientists most of the time, she instead looked at the subjects. Most weren’t human, or even sentient, though a few did show a frightening degree of cunning that made her fear if they had ever gotten out.
Of all the doctors, though, Gast, the one who had first spoken to her, he was the one she feared the least. There was something in his eyes, especially the longer they spoke, that told her underneath it all, he was a good person. However, that drive to learn kept him from really reaching out.
He was the only one she spoke to. Hojo she ignored totally. Even though it was the man’s child who was running around, and she could sense the taint of the Calamity on him. When she could, she subtlety reached out and pulled as much from the boy as she could. It was easier than she had expected. Outside of herself, the child, Sephiroth, seemed to be Gast’s main project. She was unsure of what the man thought he was doing, but he spoke of recreating the Ancients, of bringing him back, and Ifalna suddenly understood what he thought he was doing.
“That thing you use. She is no Cetra. She is the Calamity from the Skies, and she will lead to your destruction.”
The moment she told him that, the man had started to pester her more and more. She saw the thirst for knowledge that he held.
It wasn’t hard to understand why he took her from the labs finally, and just when she didn’t want to leave. To leave Sephiroth was to leave the boy to influences that no one, man, woman, or child, and definitely not human, should ever be exposed to.
Still, he took her from the labs, and took them north. She wasn’t sure if he had done it with permission, as he seemed almost fearful, but they went north, and to a house filled with cameras. There, he talked to her. Finally really talked to her.
It was the urge to understand things that drove the man to being a scientist, and now Ifalna had to figure out some way to manipulate that and use it to her advantage.
Title: Talk
Author: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfBeta:
forgottenloverFandom: Final Fantasy VII
Series: Request fics, so no real series
Wordcount: 301
Rating: PG
Talk
“I don’t trust him.”
Gast sighed as he looked at the newest Turk who was taking his duty in the labs. Every Turk had to go through this, and Gast was getting very familiar with hearing the same things from them. “Professor Hojo is a good scientist.”
“And a poor human being.”
Red eyes glared at him, and Gast absently tried to place them in the shades of normal human color. Variant of brown, perhaps? Whatever it was, the red was slightly eerie, and he wondered how it would look if they were enhanced with Mako? With that blood color backlit by something, the only sign of someone standing there in the dark.
Heh, at this rate, he was going to give himself goosebumps. “I’m not interested in how human he is. I’m interested in what his mind can do.”
“He’s obsessed. Very obsessed. He keeps talking about how he’ll prove he’s the best scientist Shin-Ra has. You should not be turning your back on him.”
“I remember your father. He was a good man. I know that Lucrecia worked with him, and now she’s Hojo’s assistant. I certainly hope the ties that are there are not affecting your judgement.”
Those eyes narrowed. “Fine. If that is how you feel on the matter, Professor, I’ll leave it to you. I hope you remember this, though.”
Years later, as he laid drowning in his own blood, Gast couldn’t help thinking of the conversation, so long ago. He had asked for it, hadn’t he? Ignored the dangers and now his wife and baby girl were in the hands of the same man who had no compunction about testing on his own flesh and blood. Gods only knew what he would do to Gast’s family.
He wished he could say he was sorry.