A/N: I really don't know where the idea for this story came from. I saw a picture from Final Fantasy and thought 'I want to make something really amazing from this' and went with it. I have not played the game; I've only watched two movies in an attempt to prepare myself for writing this, alongside reading up on the characters I wanted to ship. This takes place IN AND ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF MIDGAR (only I think I made up the country side where the main female character lives, if there is something else there than please excuse me. That would make this story AU then). I have kept a good majority of the original material (like Sephiroth's childhood, the genetic testing, etc.), with the exception of how things in Final Fantasy played out, this story DOES NOT take place during or after any of the movies or games so please keep an open mind to the plot I've laid down. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT, DO NOT READ IT. I cannot stress this enough.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Final Fantasy.

Derailed

Chapter 1

"I'll control the world with fear. It takes too much to do it like my old man. A little fear will control the minds of the common people. There's no reason to waste money on them." – Rufus Shinra

The fall air was crisp, almost cool, against one's skin. Not too hot, not too cool, the weather was just right for almost anything during this time of year. Calm and genuine, the changing seasons tended to drown out all of the real problems that seemed to face the many Midgar citizens in their day to day life. Midgar was just one of those cities, large and vastly populated. But not so much so that crime ran amuck and the government didn't know how to keep their people in check. No. Midgar was unlike any other city known to man. Being the home of the Shrina Electric Power Company Headquaters, Midgar had the disciple and sense enough to not get out of line. And those whom were foolish enough to do so were easily shot down in order to keep the peace.

With that aside, Midgar wasn't too bad of a place to live.

Having spent her entire life there, Amaye couldn't find too many things wrong with it. Sure Shin-ra ripped people off from time to time, her family being one of them, but other than that they did no wrong in her eyes. They provided for the city and found a new way to make their lives easier.

Amaye was one of the many delusional people that inhabited the city. Blinded by her own personal reasons, Shinra could do no wrong.

These were all lovely thoughts to have… nothing in life was that perfect.

Nothing in life was that good.

Everything came with a price in some form or another.

The sudden blaring of the sirens in the city could be heard from miles around in every direction, all along the rolling country side. Something was seriously wrong in the city for the sirens to be used. Particular high alert situations such as this always left Amaye Frost on pens and needles. One being she lived a good half hour away from any civilization in the middle of nowhere, alone, with her ill son. If anything was to occur, it would be a couple of days before anyonewould notice that something was wrong. The only protection she had from the vast woods that surrounded her home and unwanted intruders was an electric fence made from the Shrina Electric Power Company itself.

Their way of compensating for all the hell they'd put the Frost family through over the years.

But as the mother drew closer to her home, exhausted after a long day's work, she noticed something odd. There was a large object lying haphazardly on her front porch. Now it didn't come to a shock at first, her son had a tendency of wondering about before his sickness got the best of him. The six year old suffered from a mild case of Neurofibromatosis, an autosomal dominant genetic disorder that affected the little boy during some of his daily activities. Amaye rarely allowed her son out of the house in fears that his condition would worsen, not that he understood his mother's precautious just yet. So for a brief moment nothing seemed too out of the ordinary.

But this large mass, covered in black, was far too big to be her son.

Amaye was cautious as she parked and got out of her truck, slowly approaching her home. She quietly thanked the heavens that her son wasn't alone and was still in his sitter's care. The sound of her boots against the wood blocked out the erratic noise of the sirens above and her racing heart. The eeriness of the entire situation left the small hairs on her body on edge.

"Hello?" Amaye called. "A-are you alright?" She could make out the outline of the person lying on their side, their breathing shallow. How they managed to get over the ten foot fence amazed her. "Are you hurt?" She asked as she knelt down beside them.

Fine silver tresses shifted as the person rolled onto their back with a soft groan, eyes slowly opening. They were an odd, almost pure emerald in color, and cat like. Amaye gasped, moving away from the strange man. His eyes locked with hers for only a second, stealing a glimpse of her soul it seemed, before they closed.

Amaye found herself crossed on what she should do and what was morally right. By bringing the man into her home, she could very well be putting herself as well as her son in danger. Or she could go against her better judgment, despite the obvious dangers, and tend to what was wrong with him (whatever that was). Putting any and all risks aside, Amaye took a hold of his arms and proceeded to drag him inside and away from the elements.

The downstairs was dark with the exceptions of a couple of lamps and the soft chatter from the television, the air still thick from the spices that had been used in the preparation of dinner. Using whatever energy she could spare, the woman dragged the man over to the couch where she left him.

"Amaye?" It was the babysitter.

"Oh, hey Amber." Amaye gave a peaceful smile.

Amber Paige had been a close friend of Amaye's since the two were in grade school, and was the only surviving member the older woman considered family. "How was work?" She asked. Amber was short in build, unlike her counterpart, with aqua hair cut short and fashioned in a halo around her round face.

"It was fine," Replied Amaye. "How was Valor?"

Amber smiled, "He was great, just as lively as ever. Had his medications and did his studies." She noticed the stranger on the couch, eyeing him closely before turning back to Amaye. "Who is this?" She asked curiously. Neither woman had seen anyone like him before, and Amber seemed far more intrigued than Amaye at the moment.

"I don't know… I found him out on the porch. Did you hear him knock?"

Amber shook her head and watched as Amaye went about gathering her first aid supplies for whenever he woke. Amber's brows knitted together as she contemplated her next move.

"Should I stay over? Are you going to be alright here alone with this guy?" She wasn't too keen on the idea of leaving the mother and child alone with the complete stranger. Especially one that managed to get over a ten foot electrical fence.

"Well right now he's not doing much of anything so I'm sure we'll be alright."

The creases in Amber's forehead deepened at her friend's words and seemingly lack of caring. "Maybe I should take Valor with me to be on the safe side."

"Ambie, we're fine. Go home, get some rest, relax. If anything happens, I'll tell you." Amaye replied calmly, giving her friend a confident smile of reassurance.

Amber sighed in defeat, knowing very well that once the other woman got her mind set on something there was no changing it.

"Alright… fine… but if anything-"

"Noting will happen."

Amber gathered her things quietly, tossing her friend one last worried glance before giving her parting words and taking her leave. Once alone, Amaye gave her attention back briefly to the unconscious man on her sofa. His head of silver rested amongst the few pillows, his shallow breathing now even as tiny droplets of perspiration covered his brow. His body was clothed in a black, spandex-leather jumpsuit with a metal plate, MI-SH-29913007, on his chest. Beneath the material she could see the defined muscular details that were underneath. Amaye placed a damp cloth on the man's brow before retreating up the stairs to check on her son.

The little boy was fast asleep, tucked neatly in his sheets. Unlike his mother, the child's head was covered in dark honey curls that complemented his cerulean blue eyes. She motioned over to his bedside, brushing his hair back from his forehead for a kiss. Her son stirred for a moment but otherwise didn't wake.

Amaye retreated back downstairs shortly after visiting her son, and changing out of her work clothes to find that the man had awoken, and now stood fully alert in the living room.

"Shinra Breaking News: Experiment MI-SH-29913007 has escaped. He was last seen resisting arrest after he fled the main science lab. Experiment is dressed in the standardized black Shinra garbs. Several individuals were injured in his escape, he is presumed armed and extremely dangerous. It is advised that if spotted, call authorities immediately. DO NOT APPROACH HIM."