A/N: .....err, yeah. So yay. My third fanfic. *waves little flag in celebration* I have been high off of cold and flu medicine *cough cough, sees lungs on floor*(ooo that can't be good... ) for the past couple of days which lead to me having some strange dreams. This is one of them. Has nothing to do with the series. It just so happened that Lelouch and C.C. were the stars of my dream. So enjoy.

Disclaimer: Really? If I owned Code Geass I would not be sitting at my computer writing fanfiction. C'mon.

Lelouch Lamperouge, head doctor at Sarhara Advanced Medical Treatment Facility, walked down the all but bustling hallways towards the G4 wing. The G4 wing, also known as the intensive care unit, was where patients of the most critical condition were sent, and also where you would most likely find Dr. Lamperouge. He had spent most of his five years working at Sarhara in this very wing.

Now how had he gotten to be the head doctor of a very well renowned hospital if he had worked there a mere five years? That is what most of the patients asked themselves when they became aware of his position. However, all of the nurses and doctors knew this and did not question the judgment of the board for promoting him to such heights in such an unheard of period of time. The patients that he worked with directly always died. He was never able to keep them alive, but that was because they were already too far gone. So then why had he been promoted if he was not even able to keep his patients alive? What he did was almost as good as if he had been able to save their lives.

The few people who knew Dr. Lamperouge very well (i.e. patients and close colleagues) knew the exact reasoning for his many promotions. Some would say he had mystical powers, others would say he had a gift, and others yet would say that he had been touched by the hand of god. And then there were the few that would say it was a hoax or mere hypnotism. Any of these things could have been true.

All that was for sure was that there was something special about him. He had some form of "gift," as some would say, where he was able to help his patients deal with their pain better than any drug ever could or would. He was able to take them away from reality, the pain of everyday life, and replace it with something beautiful. He would weave magical illusions for people who he himself deemed as worthy. He would hide them away from whatever it was that was causing them such pain and misery. He himself knew not the limitations or the extent of this power, but he used it to his greatest potential to help the people that he could.

And that is what had led him to the three patients he was about to meet. He glanced at the chart he was holding as he continued to walk through the almost barren hallways. The three patients had been in a motor vehicle accident and were almost completely immobilized and ultimately unable to communicate with the outside world. He continued to brief himself before arrival. They had extensive burns covering the whole of their bodies, however they had all but disappeared, replaced by a pale grey skin covering the entirety of their bodies.

'Strange,' he thought to himself, although this was far from the strangest thing he had seen.

They were completely bald and their eyes had changed to a completely white color, although as far as it could be told, their eyesight was completely intact, in fact it was perfect. Their bodies had contorted and their bones had somehow reacted to the accident, resulting in a growth of body length. Each of the patients was now an approximate 8.7 feet in length and at an estimated 117 lbs. Their insides were completely shredded by the force of the impact, except somehow, they had managed to stay alive without the extra help of Life-Support. They were unhealthily underweight, yet no matter how hard the other doctors tried, the patients had yet to gain a single ounce of weight since they had been airlifted to the hospital twelve days ago. The only difference between the three patients was that one of them was female and the other two were male. Well that and their names. Maryelc Lucotta, Zander Gheretto, and Samiel Dhroyen.

He looked up from the clipboard. The increasing abnormality of the case was what finally got Dr. Lamperouge appointed to it. He had already been observing the progression of the three patients prior to his appointment and he had been happy to take it since he had not had a single case in about a month. Of course he would not be working this case by himself. He had his own personal nurse, C.C., walking along side him towards the G4 wing.

One could say that she had "powers" of her own. What her powers were exactly was unknown, well at least by everyone besides herself. What was known for sure was that she could see into people's minds and was able to communicate with the farthest gone of people. This was unbeknownst to anyone besides himself and C.C., however. She was already strange as it was, with her lengthy green hair and her air of silence. She would never talk to anyone. Not a single person in the hospital had ever heard her voice. Well, besides Lelouch. Except they only spoke through their minds. He had no idea when the last time it was that she spoke out loud to another person. He didn't think that she even knew this. Lelouch also had no idea why she did not speak out loud. She was a very fiery, opinionated young woman. In the conversations that they held through the connection of their minds, she brought up points that he never would have thought about otherwise. Whenever they had an argument, no matter how much support he had to back himself up, she would always win. Always. She was also known for always having the last word or say in things. Well, at least known by him.

She was an abnormal woman. Besides the fact that she never spoke, there was also the fact that no one knew her exact age or where she had come from. No one knew Dr. Lamperouge's exact age either, but they did not question him. She had beautifully exotic looks and long, lime green hair that flowed down her back in a water fall-like manner. She looked to be about twenty years of age, but that was just an average guess by some of the other doctors and nurses around the hospital.

Her arrival at the hospital was even stranger than her appearance. One day she had just appeared at Lelouch's side in midnight black scrubs, her hair tied securely back into a ponytail, a clipboard in her delicate pale hands, and a look that said she belonged here and here only. Her sudden appearance brought many questions, but not any that ever reached Dr. Lamperouge's ears. There were no questions asked by Lelouch, which meant no questions asked by anyone else because no one ever questioned Dr. Lamperouge's judgment.

Lelouch handed the clipboard containing the files and charts on their new patients to C.C. for her to review. He wanted her to be well knowledgeable of the new patients before they arrived because he trusted her analysis of situations over that of anyone else's.

She read it quickly and then handed it back to him for him to review once more. "This is strange. I have a bad feeling about this case. There is something wrong and I don't like it," she told him silently.

"I have an inkling that you are correct. I was given the same impression while reading it. Why do you think that is though? Their initial conditions were not brought on by anything that was out of the ordinary. I mean,it was just a car crash, right? However, it is what has developed over the past few days that has brought them to our attention. I don't believe that I have ever heard of anything like this, but so far this is far from the strangest cases that we have received. What is your opinion on the matter? Maybe…" Lelouch paused, trying to think of what to say next.

"We cannot know entirely what is wrong with them until we have time to examine them ourselves. I have a hunch that what we find will not be to our liking however," she ended that statement with a note of pessimism. Lelouch knew that that was his cue to stop questioning her because she had nothing further to say.

They finally reached the G4 wing and he walked ahead of C.C. to hold the door open for her. She didn't even take one step inside before she was on her knees with an expression of absolute pain contorting her delicate features. She lifted her hands to cover her ears and tucked her chin to her chest, as if trying to block out some horrendous sound. This would not have been strange had the hallway not been as silent as death.

Lelouch quickly let go of the door and knelt beside her, grabbing her wrists. "What is it? What are you hearing? C.C. tell me!" he yelled silently to her, knowing that she would probably not respond to his questions.

On the very rare occasion that she would, she opened her mind to him, letting him hear exactly what it was that she was hearing.

In less than a second, a high-pitched, ear piercing scream filled his mind. "HHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" It sounded feminine, but at that volume, Lelouch was loath to tell. He let go of C.C.'s wrists and futilely covered his own ears against the sound, immediately regretting his decision to ask C.C. what it was that she was hearing.

A/N: No that is not my whole dream, in case you were wondering. And yes, I know it was a really short chapter. I really like reviews letting me know what you peoples think. They help to let me know if I should even bother to continue writing. If I get enough reviews (approx. a lot) then I will update asap with the next chapter. XD

~Andraiyel