Run in Packs
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
39
Views:
1,184
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own anything from FFVII, and I make no money from this fiction.
Run
Title: Run in Packs~Run
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: The Pack implied
Rating: G
Warnings: Anthro
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: Written from prompt: A life lived in fear is a life half lived. (Strictly Ballroom)
A/N: Just a reminder that these drabbles are not posted in timeline order. Go to the chronologcal order post for a list of them in order. http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/97889.html
Hollander stared at the results with a completely dumbfounded and idiotic look. Hojo and he had spent hundreds of hours trying to reproduce their SOLDIERs. Nothing had taken within Genesis, and so far every experiment had met with failure or ‘mechanical rejection’ as Hojo referred to one incident. Cloud was out of their reach, always protected by the pack as he was. And now, without any meddling on their part, Genesis was pregnant.
Finally.
Hollander set the printouts on the counter with a heavy sigh. Since his prized subjects had been signed over to Hojo, Hollander had been beside himself watching that deranged psychopath mutilate not only his life’s work, but his son.
He just…couldn’t continue like this.
The scientist left the diagnostics room and walked slowly down the hall to the examination room Genesis was currently holed up in. He cracked the door open slowly so as not to startled the occupant and make him even more cranky than he already was. Genesis sat nude on the exam table, flimsy exam gown crumpled at his waist. His eyes were glazed in boredom and a resigned kind of devastation that Hollander hadn’t seen until the hybrid experiments began.
“Well,” Hollander said and then cleared his throat. Damn, this was hard. “I found out why you’ve been vomiting for the better part of the week.”
“Mako reaction?” Genesis asked. Although it sounded more of a statement than a question. It wouldn’t have been the first time.
“Not precisely.” Hollander sat himself on one of the high stools in the room and gestured for Genesis to redress. The redhead stripped himself of the hospital gown, unconcerned with his nudity.
As the wolf pulled on his pants, Hollander continued. “Have you been mating during heat periods?”
Genesis froze with his hands on his shirt. “What if I have?”
“You were fertile during your last one. You’re pregnant.”
Genesis’ heart dropped into the vicinity of the sewers. “I didn’t think I could be fertile without hormone treatments. I wasn’t made like Cloud.” The wolf’s hands trembled as he pulled the shirt over his head. “The heat cycles aren’t fertile. I can’t control myself, and I turn into a fucking slut that will sleep with anything with a dick. I have to,” his voice turn a little hysterical, “fucking drug myself to keep myself from throwing myself at everyone I see, but I’m not fertile. Not without treatments.”
“Nature outsmarted us all, it seems.”
The redhead almost started to hyperventilate. “Have you told Hojo?” His eyes were wild with near panic.
Hollander came to a decision that would probably cost him not only his job, but his life. “No. And I’m not going to tell him until it’s too late. Hojo won’t be back for three weeks, and he won’t want a report of your physicals and tests until then. You and the pack are going to leave. As soon as possible. And you are not going to come back until those pups are old enough to fend for themselves.” What Genesis carried within him was more than just the first generation of super-SOLDIERs. They might possibly be his grandchildren.
“We…run,” Genesis said softly. “We run like prey.”
“You run like a pack fleeing from a forest fire. There’s nothing you can do to stop it, and to stay is to kill everyone.”
Genesis regarded Hollander with a dubious look. “Why would you give us this time? Why would you let us go now after everything you’ve done to fuck us up?”
“Because a life lived in fear is a life half lived. I’m going to take whatever Hojo throws at me, be it death or worse. I’m tired of living in fear of that man.”
“Come with us,” Genesis said, surprising Hollander into almost falling off the stool he sat on.
“Why would you ask me that?” the scientist floundered.
Genesis looked just as serious as Hollander had ever seen him. “I’m going to need a doctor. My babies are going to need a doctor. You and that crackpot are the only two people in the world that understand how we are put together. If there is something wrong with my babies, you would be the one to fix it.”
Hollander breathed in deeply through his nose and let it out. “Fine. Just inform me of your plans.”
***********************
In the diagnostic room, a young intern glanced at the papers on the lab bench he was cleaning. The words on the paper caused his eyes to widen. Glancing around surreptitiously, he folded up the lab results and shoved them in the pocket of his lab coat.
He’d put a call into his superior as soon as possible. The Planet knew how slow Hollander was at getting around to making phone calls.
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: The Pack implied
Rating: G
Warnings: Anthro
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: Written from prompt: A life lived in fear is a life half lived. (Strictly Ballroom)
A/N: Just a reminder that these drabbles are not posted in timeline order. Go to the chronologcal order post for a list of them in order. http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/97889.html
Hollander stared at the results with a completely dumbfounded and idiotic look. Hojo and he had spent hundreds of hours trying to reproduce their SOLDIERs. Nothing had taken within Genesis, and so far every experiment had met with failure or ‘mechanical rejection’ as Hojo referred to one incident. Cloud was out of their reach, always protected by the pack as he was. And now, without any meddling on their part, Genesis was pregnant.
Finally.
Hollander set the printouts on the counter with a heavy sigh. Since his prized subjects had been signed over to Hojo, Hollander had been beside himself watching that deranged psychopath mutilate not only his life’s work, but his son.
He just…couldn’t continue like this.
The scientist left the diagnostics room and walked slowly down the hall to the examination room Genesis was currently holed up in. He cracked the door open slowly so as not to startled the occupant and make him even more cranky than he already was. Genesis sat nude on the exam table, flimsy exam gown crumpled at his waist. His eyes were glazed in boredom and a resigned kind of devastation that Hollander hadn’t seen until the hybrid experiments began.
“Well,” Hollander said and then cleared his throat. Damn, this was hard. “I found out why you’ve been vomiting for the better part of the week.”
“Mako reaction?” Genesis asked. Although it sounded more of a statement than a question. It wouldn’t have been the first time.
“Not precisely.” Hollander sat himself on one of the high stools in the room and gestured for Genesis to redress. The redhead stripped himself of the hospital gown, unconcerned with his nudity.
As the wolf pulled on his pants, Hollander continued. “Have you been mating during heat periods?”
Genesis froze with his hands on his shirt. “What if I have?”
“You were fertile during your last one. You’re pregnant.”
Genesis’ heart dropped into the vicinity of the sewers. “I didn’t think I could be fertile without hormone treatments. I wasn’t made like Cloud.” The wolf’s hands trembled as he pulled the shirt over his head. “The heat cycles aren’t fertile. I can’t control myself, and I turn into a fucking slut that will sleep with anything with a dick. I have to,” his voice turn a little hysterical, “fucking drug myself to keep myself from throwing myself at everyone I see, but I’m not fertile. Not without treatments.”
“Nature outsmarted us all, it seems.”
The redhead almost started to hyperventilate. “Have you told Hojo?” His eyes were wild with near panic.
Hollander came to a decision that would probably cost him not only his job, but his life. “No. And I’m not going to tell him until it’s too late. Hojo won’t be back for three weeks, and he won’t want a report of your physicals and tests until then. You and the pack are going to leave. As soon as possible. And you are not going to come back until those pups are old enough to fend for themselves.” What Genesis carried within him was more than just the first generation of super-SOLDIERs. They might possibly be his grandchildren.
“We…run,” Genesis said softly. “We run like prey.”
“You run like a pack fleeing from a forest fire. There’s nothing you can do to stop it, and to stay is to kill everyone.”
Genesis regarded Hollander with a dubious look. “Why would you give us this time? Why would you let us go now after everything you’ve done to fuck us up?”
“Because a life lived in fear is a life half lived. I’m going to take whatever Hojo throws at me, be it death or worse. I’m tired of living in fear of that man.”
“Come with us,” Genesis said, surprising Hollander into almost falling off the stool he sat on.
“Why would you ask me that?” the scientist floundered.
Genesis looked just as serious as Hollander had ever seen him. “I’m going to need a doctor. My babies are going to need a doctor. You and that crackpot are the only two people in the world that understand how we are put together. If there is something wrong with my babies, you would be the one to fix it.”
Hollander breathed in deeply through his nose and let it out. “Fine. Just inform me of your plans.”
***********************
In the diagnostic room, a young intern glanced at the papers on the lab bench he was cleaning. The words on the paper caused his eyes to widen. Glancing around surreptitiously, he folded up the lab results and shoved them in the pocket of his lab coat.
He’d put a call into his superior as soon as possible. The Planet knew how slow Hollander was at getting around to making phone calls.