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Title: Revival of the Departed

Author: J’dee

Series: Final Fantasy VII

Rating: Mature – NC-17

Pairs: Sephiroth X Vincent

Story: Alive and well, Zack has returned… but he’s not alone. Hojo’s experiments on him have caused some schizophrenic side effects that even Zack doesn’t realise. Sephiroth and Jenova are alive and well… inside him, plotting their return and destruction of the planet. Will Cloud be able to kill Sephiroth again when he’s housed inside the body of his best friend and mentor who doesn’t even know what’s going on?

(Het/Yaoi/Non-Con)

Disclaimer: Make no money yadda yadda yadda, not my characters ect ect

Chapter Nine

Zack had been aware that Cloud’s friend had shot at him. His hand had moved instantly to cast one of the protective materia he had. Then when the impact had hit his hand he’d felt the sensation of being pulled back sucked down.

He’d landed in a void of white his hand moving to his head slowly as he sunk to his knees. The pain his body was feeling was more than just the impact of the bullet. It was something deeper. A transformation like when Hojo had held him chained up from the ceiling pulling the wings out of his back. It had hurt like a bitch, like he was having his spinal cord pulled out through an insertion in his shoulder blades. This was a similar pain like his body had been placed on a rack and stretched several inches.

His hand moved over his stomach slowly it was almost like he was ripped in half.

“Sephiroth…” Zack could feel the link to the former General’s mind as clear as if they were his own thoughts.

He felt the movements come as Sephiroth fought against the former Turk the two of them testing the waters of each other’s skills at first then moving in to something more hard-core. He felt the chill of the air around him as if the cold was smothering him. What the hell had Vincent been thinking, if he knew the truth why face Sephiroth one on one?

Zack had definitely been thrown for six when he saw Vincent the sleeping man inside the coffin from ShinRA manor in the Nibelheim trail.

His hand moved to his forehead he remained kneeling on the ground. He had to get stronger to fight Sephiroth’s control, looking up at the ceiling of the void, white was as far as the eye stretched.

“Angeal… he was your friend… tell me what do I do?” Zack asked both his hands moving to his face. There was no way he was strong enough to fight Sephiroth by himself. Not yet.

~*~*~*~

Tifa looked at Reno Cloud lying unconscious in one of the corner booths. She shook her head in disbelief. She had only just closed up for the night and begun cleaning when Reno had walked in Cloud over his shoulder.

“Sephiroth is inside of Zack? Why… why didn’t you guys say anything sooner?” She held up her hand to silence the red headed Turk. “Don’t bother. I’m annoyed that you let Zack believe he was okay.”

“We didn’t know… Tseng wouldn’t believe me yo.” Reno downed back the glass of alcohol in front of him.

Tifa sighed. “Reno… we would have.” She topped up the glass.

Reno downed that glass as fast as he had the last. “What ever happens yo Cloud can’t go back to the Church. If Vincent looses Sephiroth could probably manifest anytime.”

Tifa frowned. “Are you going to take him back to ShinRA after this?”

“Too many people yo. The president returns soon. It would be unwise.” Reno looked thoughtful for a moment.

Tifa looked at Reno as he ran a hand through his hair glancing back at Cloud. She knew as well as he did that Cloud would not be happy when he woke up.

“How can Zack fight this?” Tifa asked.

“Get laid more probably.” Reno stated obviously without thinking.

Tifa frowned now was not the time for Reno’s wit to kick in she hit him on the arm. “Be serious Reno!” She scolded.

“I am yo! Sephiroth gains power through sucking energy from people through sex since Cloud destroyed the Jenova tank.” Reno exclaimed.

Tifa blinked. “But you said Sephiroth stole yours, Tseng and Cloud’s…” She stopped looking over at Cloud. “Oh no he didn’t… did he?”

“That’s why Cloud spent most of the day asleep I doubt he’s got his full strength back to fight Sephiroth just yet.” Reno sighed.

Tifa moved out from behind the bar placing the bottle of alcohol next to Reno’s glass.

Reno watched the martial artist move up to the booth where Cloud lay unconscious and she slipped on to the seat pushing the hair from Cloud’s face.

“Will Cloud be able fight him?”

“While he’s inside of Zack we don’t think he could kill him.” Reno stated pouring himself another glass.

“You mean Zack has to…”

“Yeah sleep with someone of equal strength drain their power and go from there.”

Tifa looked up at Reno and he caught her reflection looking at him in the mirror behind the bar. “How did you work that out?”

“Cissnei… Zack had more energy after sleeping with her earlier today he lasted till two am before showing any signs of tiredness yo. Plus the fact that when he chased me cause of the photo he moved faster like he used to.”

Tifa walked up to Reno and looked at him. “Photo…”

Reno looked up at Tifa and flashed a grin as she glared at him. “It was calling out for it.”

Tifa slapped him over the back of the head. “RENO! HOW COULD YOU?!”

“Ow ow ow ow!” Reno held his head and Tifa pinched him on the ear twisting it round.

“Should I be glad you didn’t get a photo of Cloud and myself?” She glared.

Reno just grinned. “Probably… next time though.”

Tifa slapped him over the back of the head. “Help me move Cloud upstairs so he can rest and I might let you keep that bottle and have a bed for the night.”

~*~*~*~

Staring each other down Vincent looked at Sephiroth, the sound of the occasional creak of wood ready to give thanks to their earlier battle. Neither one moved for a long moment. Vincent had no choice the Masumune pinning his left side to the pillar. Sephiroth just stood there as if to torment him, before he shed his jacket slowly. It was then Vincent saw the clothes under the jacket Zack’s shirt and pants he looked at Sephiroth. If the silver haired man succeeded then those clothes would be his own not Zack and he cocked Death Penalty shooting the former general a glare.

“Playing hard to get?” Sephiroth smirked.

Vincent didn’t even grace Sephiroth with a reply. The man hadn’t won yet and Zack was still in there somewhere probably confused as hell as to what was going on but he was in there…

“I don’t play.” Vincent stated calmly.

“Are you really going to try to shoot me when you see the clothes I’m wearing?” Sephiroth taunted. “Would Cloud ever forgive you?”

“The question is… is he willing to forgive himself for what you did to him using Zack’s body?” Vincent glared.

“I was merely playing on emotions that Zack felt in the past with people he’s dealt with.” Sephiroth placed his hand over the barrel of Death Penalty leaning in close he pulled the weapon from Vincent’s hand with ease.

Vincent rarely relinquished Death Penalty to anyone, let alone the enemy, the truth was this was Cloud’s friend the man who helped mold him in to the fighter he was today. He hadn’t wanted to shoot at Zack but to draw Sephiroth in to the open he had no choice in the matter.

Sephiroth let Death Penalty drop to the ground and he kicked it across the floor where it skidded to a halt at the water’s edge. Placing his hand on the hilt of the Masumune he pushed it in deeper pinning the former Turk tightly in to the wall.

The immortal merely looked away, black hair falling over one of his eyes the other red avoiding his face.

“Can’t you look me in the face Vincent…?” Sephiroth asked.

“I am not part of Zack’s past.” Vincent stated.

Sephiroth smirked. “He crossed your path.”

“I’m hardly part of his past… why me?” Vincent challenged.

“The power of an immortal is too great to pass up.” Sephiroth pushed the blade in deeper feeling the friction of the blade cutting through bone making him grin.

The moonlight seemed to drift through the hole in the ceiling from above and Vincent glanced up at it as he tried to hold back any emotion of pain from crossing his features at the pressure of the sword piercing his left shoulder the blade grinding up against bone.

What he didn’t expect so soon was to have the other man’s mouth on his, his human hand grabbed and pinned to the wall by one of Sephiroth’s as the younger man claimed his mouth.

Pulling back he pulled at his wrist yanking it free shooting Sephiroth a glare. “Don’t test me Sephiroth.”

“Who said anything about testing? I’m taking.” Sephiroth smirked, his hand snaking to the duel belts wrapped round Vincent’s waist.

Vincent suppressed a growl as both his belts were pulled off. The former General’s left hand snaking in to the leather clad man’s pants. His free hand shot out ready to strike Sephiroth in the face but was caught with a right hand and twisted to pin back against the wall.

“Now now… any pain you inflict on me Zack will feel. You helped us connect after all.” Sephiroth taunted, his hand finding what he was searching for. The left hand slipped round Vincent’s length this time making the former Turk hiss with the contact.

“Stop.” It was a definite snarl from the vampire.

Lips brushed across smooth skin of Vincent’s jaw, as Sephiroth’s hand began to move along the hidden length.

Each moment seemed to pass slower. Eyes closing Vincent didn’t want to see the face that was little by little tempting him.

The son of the woman he loved was causing a long denied emotional reaction from within and that wasn’t a good thing. Not for himself and defiantly not for Zack.

Sephiroth grinned his hand quickening the pace causing the former Turk to jerk suddenly and gasp at the forming arousal.

“Stop that!”

“Your mouth says stop but your body is betraying you.” Sephiroth’s voice was smooth as his mouth moved over Vincent’s lips. The older man seemed to sway almost getting lost in the haze of the moment.

Slipping back from the former Turk he pulled Zack’s shirt off tossing the offending cloth to the side. He could hear Zack’s voice in the back of his head shouting at him to stop. Eventually he would deal to the former 1^st Class, but right not right now, there was something better trapped before him ready for him to drain the power from.

Crouching low he pulled leather clad pants down freeing the arousal he had caused in the immortal former Turk.

“Don’t-!” The former Turk began. He was cut off as Sephiroth’s mouth wrapped round the length slowly beginning to suck.

Vincent’s body jerked as he tried to pull away from the wall, the cape flittered behind him as if trying to decipher the real wish of its master. Sephiroth knew he was confused and conflicted as he sucked on the length and neither seemed to fight back. Linking his mind with the former SOLDIER he let the younger fighter sense and feel everything.

‘Damn you Sephiroth! Stop it! Not Vincent! Not like that!’

The voice was drowned out as he heard the former Turk’s voice hitch in his throat. Pulling back from the arousal he stood up his hand moving under the leather clad shirt letting his hands move across the scarred and experimented on flesh.

Lifting the leather up to gaze upon pale skin his mouth moved along the contours of Vincent’s abdomen. The older man shivered, his right hand clenching in to a fist his hand staying perfectly still as if thoughts of fighting back were in the back of his head. Zack’s well being was obviously in the former Turk’s mind.

Sephiroth’s hand moved to cup the coated arousal slipping under to stoke at the immortal’s entrance. The action caused a startled gasp from the raven haired man’s mouth.

“Zack… fight him…” Vincent breathed.

‘I’m trying! I’m trying!’

Sephiroth smirked. Cissnei was hardly one to give Zack strength to fight him to gain control and after tonight Zack would need more than the occasional one night thing to give him enough energy to fight for his body back.

“It will take more than your words to help him…” A finger nimbly pushed past Vincent’s entrance causing the former Turks body to jerk in reaction.

“Sephiroth…” The voice hissed out in a mixture of a tone of warning and voice confused by sudden forgotten emotions surfacing.

Slipping a second digit in to the older man’s heat he was greeted with a twitch of an arousal. Smirking at the former Turk pinned to the wall he took in the pale flesh that was exposed for his devouring lips.

Sephiroth’s mouth moved over the pale skin tasting the older man’s body as the third digit slipped in stretching past the tight ring of muscle making the ex-Turk hiss a breath outward. His free hand moving to the Masumune he twisted the blade round pulling it out swiftly letting Vincent fall to the ground his right hand moving to his shoulder.

Blood dripping to the ground Sephiroth flicked letting the blood fly off the pristine blade before he let the summoned weapon vanish. He had no need of it anymore.

Vincent’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt the body move over his. He had admitted he had lost his pride long ago when Hojo had taken Lucrecia from him. This was only a justification of his conflicted emotions when dealing with the son he could have possibly fathered. He was torn and tormented but for Cloud’s sake for the life of his friend he couldn’t fight without doing damage to the man who had cheated death. The man, whom like himself and Sephiroth had to endure test after test from Hojo.

Rolling over on to his stomach Vincent’s hand held on to his shoulder, letting the cape fall over his exposed body. Part of him wished at that moment Cloud had never raised him, the other part of him was embarrassed that he was being so compliant with the mass murderer.

“Remember to breath.” Sephiroth whispered from behind.

Vincent gasped feeling the arousal of the younger man and his eyes flew open and he tried to move a hand hooked round his waist the cape lifted up. The pressure came and his body jerked at the intrusion of the other man’s arousal as it entered his body.

His own emotions were getting harder and harder to not listen to. Cloud had awoken a curiosity at what it was like to live amongst people again. Reeve had talked him in to helping out with the WRO cause and Lucrecia had shown him what it was like to loose the one love that people spent their lives looking for.

Eyes shutting he felt Sephiroth’s chin rest on his shoulder the mouth so close to his ear. His clawed hand scratching along the wooden floor of the church as the older man pushed in to his body deeper.

Vincent felt his chest shoved to the ground hard. His right hand moved to his face. He had dealt with several moments in his extended life that were not to glorious. But this moment the moment of his body’s betrayal to the man Cloud considered his enemy, had to be the most humiliating feeling he had ever endured.

Trying to move he felt his body flanked as a strong chest pressed to his back, a hand slipped round his waist stroking his arousal.

“Shhhh don’t fight this.” Vincent felt the cool hand move over his shoulder turning his face to the side and his mouth was captured hungrily by the former General.

Hips bucked in to his while a tongues danced a lavish performance inside his mouth, while his hand toyed with bringing his arousal round to the point of no return.

Each sensation made him feel more than he wanted to. Each stroke made him swell to where he thought he would burst. Each play of a tongue over his made him feel like he was betraying Lucrecia’s memory. Each thrust inside his body made his body jerk unwillingly in an unknown reaction that he had yet to face.

“Sephiroth… stop… this…” Vincent breathed as the younger man finally freed his mouth.

“Would you rather Zack?” Sephiroth taunted.

Vincent tried to pull away. “NO! Don’t you-!”

He was slammed unceremoniously on to the ground as hips pushed the younger man deeper in to his body, his claw scratched at the ground in betrayal of the sensations that his body was tortured to.

He heard the dark chuckle as he felt the younger man pull from him. Vincent gasped trying to move but his body felt strangely weaker as he tried to stand to move towards Death Penalty, it was calling to him in a manor he wasn’t sure of. Chaos had chosen to stay dormant for this embarrassment. Vincent was glad for if the beast inside him rose to the surface. The power Sephiroth would gain from such a thing Zack would probably never gain the use of his body ever again.

He felt his body fail him as he hit the ground landing flat on his back. Sephiroth stood over him naked in his glory Vincent could see the dark energy just literary floating around Sephiroth like it was nothing more than steam.

Kneeling Sephiroth moved over him like an animal over a prey, his mouth stopping dangerously close to Vincent’s. Vincent’s right hand shot up hitting Sephiroth in the chest. Sephiroth’s hand caught his other hand grabbing the claw pulling the injured shoulder up making Vincent flinch in pain, give by lunchtime in the morning his wounds would have been healed. But that didn’t stop the pain he felt shoot through his arm at the moment and he gasped.

“Get off me…” He growled finding his voice. He could handle not seeing Sephiroth’s face as the man took him from behind but this was just low. The son of the woman he loved taking him. It was uncalled for. Trying to find a new strength to fight he was cut off as a mouth covered his again hungrily tongue diving in to his lips.

The pressure built up and he felt the sudden intrusion in to his entrance the heat slipping in to walls and he pulled back gasping as the silver haired man held him down hips thrusting against his urgently. He could feel his very strength being sucked from his body through the intrusion. His right hand was let go but all he could do was leave it on the former General’s shoulder. The younger man continued to ravish his body like a starved man given a last meal.

Pulling back Sephiroth looked in to crimson eyes dazed and confused as his hips moved rocking in to Vincent’s heat, he felt the pressure of that sweet spot that he had become so familiar with in his previous conquests. This one though this was the one that fought back against him the best. This was the challenge of the man who loved the woman who gave him his very life.

Raven hair pooled on the ground under the former Turk, Vincent’s back arched up betraying his earlier verbal protests. Sephiroth left his free hand move to the neglected arousal and he began to stroke the man’s length up and down the shaft making the vampire twitch his body shiver and jerk uncontrollably under him.

‘Sephiroth please no more.’ The voice of Zack seemed to beg him to stop.

Sephiroth felt the younger man inside his head almost crumbled in a sort of defeat. Tseng and Reno were good to keep this from his former raven haired colleague. But now that he knew the truth the man would forever lay witness to the numerous people he would claim along the way to mother’s true goal.

Vincent gasped his hips bucked up in to Sephiroth’s hand as he felt the swelling. Vincent was barely verbal in intimacy. But Vincent’s body betrayed him, telling Sephiroth that the vampire was so close to his climax. That it was nearly time to stop playing round and just take the strength mother required.

Stoking the vampire’s arousal till he felt hips shudder and the release was spilled over the man’s abdomen and Sephiroth’s hand. He smirked continuing his urgent thrusts in to Vincent’s body. It was a new kind of tight warmth that drew him in deeper and deeper with each thrust. The pressure was so great that the harder he thrust the older man’s friction snapped round his quelling need for release.

“You are just to perfect for a dead man.” Sephiroth chuckled as he felt his climax explode in to the older man.

Vincent’s hand moved to cover his face he couldn’t look in to mako green anymore he just couldn’t not when the eyes looked so much like Lucrecia’s. It was bad enough his body started to enjoy the several old emotions he had long since forgotten. But it was his old love’s son and that was the part that would haunt him for a long time.

He heard the deep breath’s slow down and the body slumped against his. Vincent blinked and looked down and his eyes widened the short spiky silver hair the slightly tanned body of the former SOLDIER lay over him. He wanted to move but he froze. For some reason Sephiroth had released his hold on the man, letting the former 1^st Class gain control back.

“Zack…” He touched the younger man’s shoulder lightly.

Zack was shivering everything he saw and felt was killing him inside and his arms felt like jelly as he pushed himself up and he blinked seeing crimson eyes look at him with concern. Zack froze when he felt a certain part of his anatomy inside the older man.

“Oh shit!” He jumped back so fast causing Vincent to flinch in pain at the fast removal. The ex-SOLDIER stumbled for a bit before he landed on the ground staring at Vincent.

The ex-Turk moved slow his left arm hung by his side like dead weight as he began to readjust his clothes.

Zack turned away and grabbed the closet item of clothing and pulled it to cover himself. He looked down at Sephiroth’s jacket over his lap his finger clawed at the fabric and he shuddered.

“I thought… once upon a time he was my friend…” Zack spoke softly. “I’m sorry Vincent… I tried… but he’s just…” Zack trailed off looking at the jacket.

“You are not to blame.” Vincent stated. “You merely need to get stronger.”

“But how! How can I fight Sephiroth? It would have to be inside my own head!” Zack stopped and blinked he reached over pulling his trousers over and grabbing the cellphone from his pocket.

“Zack…” Vincent looked at him.

“Tseng… Reno… Cloud I hurt them all. I shouldn’t have even been let out of that stupid tank.” Zack began flipping through the directory.

“But you were. Like Cloud released me from my coffin, he freed you.” Vincent stated.

Zack shook his head. “I’m not blaming Cloud… I could never…”

“Then what do you plan to do?” Vincent asked.

“I’m calling Tseng I knew he was hiding something from me now I know… but… I just want…” Zack sighed.

“The truth.” Vincent finished.

“…… yeah.” Zack sighed.

Vincent looked at the ex-SOLDIER, the younger man looked lost confused and probably tormented. “You’re the reason Cloud is still with us today. Don’t give up just yet.”

Zack looked up at him his hand moving over Sephiroth’s jacket.

“I won’t… I promised Cissnei I’d live.”

~*~*~*~

Cloud’s hand moved to his head the back of his neck hurt like anything then he recalled what had happened. What Vincent had told him then tried to awaken inside Zack.

“ZACK!” Cloud sat up hurriedly.

“Easy spiky I’m alright I’m here.” The voice seemed so calm, so much like Zack.

Cloud looked to Zack leaning up against the wall the former SOLDIER seemed lost in thought looking out the window. “Zack… what… where’s Vincent?”

“He said he had somewhere to be.” Zack replied casually.

Cloud took in that his friend and mentor looked fresh from a shower but his features betrayed that something was obviously bothering him.

“Zack are you alright?” Cloud asked carefully.

“I could be better but hey you know me… I’ll bounce back.” Zack smiled at him.

Cloud blinked. “What are you going to do now?”

“I have to see Tseng… but I thought I better wait till you’re awake. Reno’s going to take me there… and don’t hate him for that little stunt because trust me it was best you got out of there.” Zack remarked.

“What happened?”

“Um… yeah…” Zack motioned at the door. “I’ll just be… yeah…” He moved towards the door.

Cloud didn’t realize he’d moved but he had and had the older man pinned to the door. “Don’t… just tell me Zack.” Cloud’s head dropped. “Stop trying to protect me.”

Zack sighed. “I keep forgetting your twenty-odd now… way to make me feel old.” He chuckled to himself his hand slipping in to Cloud’s spiky hair.

“Tell me what did Sephiroth do to Vincent?” Cloud asked.

“What he did to you… just not as nice.” Zack looked out the window. “I need to see Tseng. I have to let him know I’m not impressed he kept this from me. But I also have to say I’m sorry for letting Sephiroth do to him what he did to Reno and yourself.”

Cloud let go of Zack. “Sephiroth…”

“Apparently likes to get around in my body…” Zack finished. “So not happening if that book worm gets laid more than me I’ll not be impressed.” He joked.

Cloud looked at Zack with flat eyes.

Zack just smiled at him. “I’m sorry Cloudy… for what he put you through.”

Cloud watched Zack slip past and walk down the hall descending down the steps.

Zack sighed once he was out of Cloud’s eye and earshot. “I’m really sorry… I don’t want to come between you and Tifa…” He whispered before entering the bar.

Tifa was serving some drinks up to some early afternoon customers, she looked up at Zack. “How are you feeling Zack?” She asked.

Zack smiled. “Tired but refreshed thanks for the use of your shower.” He patted Reno on the shoulder who was nursing a coffee in his hands. “When you’re ready red.”

“Is Cloud-?” Tifa stopped seeing Cloud walk down the stairs.

“I’m fine.” Cloud stated.

Zack couldn’t turn round to face the younger man he just felt awful inside. There was something inside that told him Cloud felt something for him and Sephiroth had used him to play on that to drain the younger man. Granted if things had turned out different he would have thanked Sephiroth for awakening the true feelings he felt. But in reality he was just complicating things by being around. Cloud and Tifa had a longer history and she really was a sweet girl. He wouldn’t come between that. Not now not ever.

Reno sculled the coffee back and stood up he glanced over at Cloud, the younger man wasn’t glaring at him like he expected, he was just looking at the back of his friend and mentor there was obvious confusion on his face.

Standing up he walked to the door. “C’mon then slick. Lets take you to see the boss yo.” With that the Turk walked out and he didn’t need to look behind to feel Zack follow him to the vehicle that waited outside Rude behind the wheel.

~*~*~*~

Tseng looked at Zack as he stood by the window looking out at the view of the city below. Reno had briefed him that Vincent had exposed Zack to the truth and in the process linked Zack up with Sephiroth’s thoughts and feelings. It complicated things in the long run. There was always the chance of Zack forming a sympathetic connection with his former friend. That was why Tseng hadn’t wanted the former SOLDIER to learn about his other mental guest.

“Tell me Tseng…” Zack spoke slowly. “What have I become exactly? I’m still myself right?”

Tseng sighed turning round in his seat to look at Zack. “As far as we can tell you are. Your emotions are still the same as they once were.”

“I couldn’t even beat Sephiroth last time in my physical body how can I fight him when he’s inside my head?” Zack placed a gloved hand up against the window looking out at the city below. “Couldn’t you just lock me up somewhere so I don’t hurt anyone else?”

Tseng stood up. “Reno… he reported something interesting.” He flipped his phone open finding the image Reno had sms’d him and turned it round to show Zack.

Zack blushed. “Oh c’mon how is that interesting…? And why do you still have it on your phone?!” He exclaimed.

“You probably didn’t notice how your strength returned after that moment did you?” Tseng stated.

Zack paused and his hand slid down from the glass.

“You caught Reno… given that he hasn’t been up to scratch since Sephiroth’s attack on him. He is still fast on his feet as much as he is in the mouth. You caught him.” Tseng pointed out.

“I did… didn’t I?” Zack looked thoughtful for a moment. “But then that means…”

“How Sephiroth gains his strength… you can gain it too in a similar fashion.”

“Soooooo you’re saying my cure to beating Sephiroth is get laid… a lot.” Zack laughed. “Sooo is Cissnei free anytime soon?”

Tseng slapped his forehead. “It means you have to find someone of equal strength maybe two, do what you have to then go up against Sephiroth.” He explained. “I have the lab working on something that hopefully will put both your mind and Sephiroth’s in the same dormant state for you to fight him.”

Zack looked at Tseng. “So find two super mako enhanced humans sleep with them then go up against Sephiroth. I don’t know any one like that.”

Tseng cleared his throat. “You know one… He escaped from our walls over three years ago.”

Zack’s eyes went wide. “You mean Cloud… you’re telling me to… after what Sephiroth did to him?!” He exclaimed. “No! No way! He’s already been emotionally messed over enough by ShinRA and Sephiroth both I won’t be a part of that list!”

Tseng sighed. “Then… you will just have to seek out Genesis.”

Zack let his hand drop to his side in shock. “What?”

“You heard me.” Tseng repeated.

“Couldn’t I just pick you know a group of little lays or something instead?” Zack asked.

“I would suggest Angeal if he was alive.” Tseng added.

“That’s not funny.” Zack growled.

Tseng looked at Zack his expression serious. “I’m not joking you need strength and a lot of it. Cloud, Genesis and Angeal’s power would be more than enough to face Sephiroth and win.”

Zack’s fist hit the window. “Well I’m not going to.”

“Don’t be a child! You have no right to be picky when lives are at stake here! I had to send Cissnei away to recover because of that little stunt!” Tseng snapped.

Zack stepped back. “Recover… I didn’t… hurt her did I?”

“No… you drained her of a lot of her energy. Currently your mother is taking care of her.” Tseng stated. “The others believe she is away on a mission but like Reno she had to receive time off for recovery. If Sephiroth or you attack anymore of our staff… I’m afraid the president might have to start reinstating ex-SOLDIER’s.”

~*~*~*~

Reno flashed a smile at Elena but had no time to pull the charm out of his ass before she walloped him over the head with the butt of the gun.

“How dare you send me such an image!” She exclaimed.

“Awwww c’mon yo… It was funny!”

“Not for poor Cissnei!” Elena scolded.

Rude just cleared his throat.

“So where is Cissnei?” Reno blinked.

“Away on a mission.” Rude replied in his standard short reply.

“Tseng sent her away not long after she got back.” Elena added.

Reno blinked. “So um whose taking her place?”

“Sylvia.” Rude replied.

Reno frowned. “Aww man that means…”

“When you get back Sylvie will be down on you like a ton of bricks.” Elena smirked.

The one thing Reno hated about Turks was female Turks when they banded together they were more lethal than anyone of Scarlett’s weapons had ever been. He swore that all of them at the same time PMS’d which was horrible for him or any man they came across apart from Rufus and Tseng. Reno swore once Sylvie had lashed out at Tseng, when it involved Quinn’s recovery from one of their missions of a monster sweep out on the outskirts of Edge.

Reno shuddered at the thought of one of Sylvie’s ear bashings he hated those Clover and him were normally on the other end of the female’s lectures.

Rude placed a hand on his shoulder and Reno blinked looking up at his partner.

“Are you alright though? Tseng said you were injured.”

“He seems to be the same.” Elena glared at him.

Reno looked away from Rude’s concerned glance he hated hiding things from his partner but all in all there wasn’t much else he could do until Tseng and Rufus gave the orders for the other Turks to be informed of Sephiroth’s return.

“Yeah just ya know.” Reno shrugged.

“So whatever happened to you, a cure materia can’t fix?” Elena looked at him and he caught those eyes staring at him as if measuring the truth of his words. He hated perceptive women at times unless it was bedroom involved.

“A cure, remedy, potion, you name it won’t work.” Reno replied and looked to the side at Tseng’s office door. Their boss was taking an awful long time in there talking to Zack. Then again the older man probably had a lot to say and the ex-SOLDIER probably had a lot of questions.

Elena sighed and lent back in her chair. Reno swirled round in his swivel office chair a few times. “I’ll be okay in a few days given Jenova doesn’t come after my ass again.”

“What’d you do to piss her off anyway?” Elena asked.

Reno shrugged. “Beats me.”

“He was probably himself that’s enough to piss anyone off.” Reno looked up as a report was dropped on to his desk. “Paper work for you to fill in now you have time.”

Reno looked up at the female Turk with flat eyes. “Gee thanks Sylvie you just love to rub it in that I can’t get a break even when I’m injured.”

She just scoffed and walked back to her desk sitting down. Reno saw her partner Quinn sitting at the desk next to her. The younger Turk just staring at Tseng’s door.

Elena followed his glance. “Quinn has been acting rather strange of late since you were given medical leave.”

“What’s not strange for him?” Reno sighed.

“He seems to want to meet Zack.” Rude stated.

Reno looked at Rude. He knew that probably wasn’t a good idea the Turk’s Jenova eye had the ability to pick out the stronger Jenova cells in a person. Zack’s secret wouldn’t be a secret if Quinn found out. Not that the younger Turk actually liked to gossip or make even a general conversation past a single statement that no one could really comment back to.

“That’s probably not a good thing.” Reno sighed.

“We all know about Zack’s Jenova cell’s Quinn seems to think Zack’s dosage is remarkably high to the point that it’s like two Jenova’s inside Zack.” Elena remarked.

Reno coughed. “No way he said that?”

“Not in so many words.” Rude replied. “But pretty much, he told Sylvie she thought for our safety and Tseng’s that we needed to know as well.”

“What did Tseng say?” Reno looked at Rude.

“Not to worry about him of course.” Elena replied with a sigh.

Reno looked at Quinn, a purple Jenova like eye caught his glance under a silver fringe and Reno blinked his own turquoise eyes unable to break the look.

‘How much could he have possibly picked up on?’ Reno thought to himself worriedly.

Quinn merely looked away as Sylvie spoke to him and he gave a one worded answer to which she smiled fondly at placing an older sister hand to his forehead ruffled his head and headed out of the office towards the kitchen obviously to make some drinks up.

“Reno…” Reno shook his head looking at Elena. “You were zoning out are you okay?”

Reno just smiled leaning back in his chair flinging his feet up on the desk. “Sure thing… So how about you get me a coffee?”

Elena huffed standing up her foot shooting out and knocking the back legs out from Reno’s chair letting him crash to the ground with a thud.

“I’m not a rookie anymore so stop treating me like your little office wench.” She stormed out of the office.

“Oooh yeah she wants me.” Reno grinned.

Rude just sighed shaking his head.

TBC
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