Author's note: So, here I am, all alone during spring break with takeaway pizza, a six pack (of beer, not abs unfortunately) and a laptop. My Beta is sick and running a fever, all of my friends have disappeared and my parents ran away somewhere on the other sides of the country from each other.

Then I pull out my notes and see this idea scribbled on a piece of loose paper. So I say, "Whatevs', not like I have anything better to do" and decide to type it up.

Credit where credit is due, this was originally inspired by SubZeroChimera's "It's raining WHAT!". Go check her out and try not to burst your spleen laughing. You have been warned.

Omega was eternal. A final WEAPON at the Creator's disposal, should every other failsafe prove to be faulty. It was also sentient, a trait only one other WEAPON could boast. They never got along very well with Chaos. He was lower ranked than Them, Their squire as the Ancients had called him. But if there was one thing They had learned in all of their billions and billions of eons of existence, it was that spending eternity alone was… lonely.

And awfully boring, but They weren't supposed to know what boredom was.

Privately, Omega considered Chaos lucky, to have been released from his crystal prison. He may be imprisoned in flesh now, but in flesh that allowed him to walk, to run and fly and see the world they were protecting. They knew nothing of envy, but They imagined this would feel similar.

It was exactly that loneliness and boredom that made Omega, when Chaos unexpectedly visited almost a thousand years after their last crisis, tuned into the Lifestream and listen to him.

"That idiotic bag of bones!" He hadn't even noticed his sibling's arrival; he was so busy sprouting foul language. "When he heals enough to regain his conscience I'm gonna shove him down right back to that basement! How dare he get drunk and try to fall off a cliff!? Why I ought to-"

"Chaos?" Omega finally asked. "Why do you use such crude words?"

"Oh, hey. Didn't see you there." Chaos grumbled but regained some of his politeness. "You know my Host, right? Well once every year he goes to kill his brain cells with this foul smelling poison and mope about his lost love. Except this time he tried to get himself killed by jumping down the cliffs outside my former prison. Don't worry, I'll return to him soon, when his spine and skull mend enough."

Omega listened tentatively. And considered carefully. "What is it like having a living prison?"

Chaos snorted. "Better than having an unmoving one, but that one's occupied. And by that wretched woman my Host is still moping about, no less. Even when her body is nothing but an empty husk she still manages to screw him over."

"Better?" Omega prompted when Chaos went off on a wrong tangent. "How?"

"Well, I get to stretch my wings pretty often. Go hunting sometimes, see the world change… Especially now it has recovered from that artificial leech from millennia ago. The amount of land covered with deserts has almost disappeared. Humans are quite few in number but other species are flourishing, so there's plenty of game around."

"That sounds wonderful." They would have sighed if they had a corporeal throat to do it with. "I suppose it makes sense; you have always been favored by our Creator."

Chaos turned to look at where his sibling's voice was coming from. Omega had never had a real body. Their job was to gather every piece of life on the current planet they were occupying, and then follow Chaos on their path through the Cosmos. Chaos would choose a planet and Omega would build the life anew on it. But once that was done Omega went back to sleep, never seeing what it was exactly They had created and nourished.

Perhaps it was a bit of his Host's sentimentality seeping in and mingling after over millennia of sharing the same body, but Chaos pitied Omega. They had been doing Their duty for so long and yet for absolutely no reward. At least Chaos was let out every once in a while, when their Creator felt the need to change something on the surface in order to tip the Scales of Balance back into equilibrium. Omega had never even had that.

Suddenly he had an idea. While Omega was different from him, they were similar enough that They should be able to share the body of a corporeal creature. And Chaos had just the right body in mind. He grinned and went swimming in one of infinite paths of the Lifestream.

"Follow me, I think I can do something about that." Something that Omega wouldn't name curiosity made Them follow Chaos. Eventually they came to Their younger sibling's former prison, which was, strangely enough, holding another empty prison, this one made of flesh.

"See that girl down there?" Chaos pointed. "Try to get into it. My own Host has healed enough for me to get back, so I better go now so I can wait for you outside. Don't take too long." And with that Chaos swam away.

Omega was conflicted. They wanted to experience what Chaos was offering, even if They risked the wrath of their Creator. So They gathered Their vast conscience and wrapped around Themselves, constricting and squeezing until they were tiny enough to fit into the foreign flesh. Then, slowly, drop by drop, They poured Themselves into this tiny prison that promised far more freedom than the one Creator gave them.

And suddenly, Omega had eyes. They snapped them open, and They had lungs, to breathe air with, and throat, to speak to the whole world with, and-

"Whoa, easy there, corporeality can pack a punch the first time you try it." They realized they were looking up into Their brother's face. And it wasn't just the blurry mass of colors and shapes like it were in the Lifestream, it was real and touchable. They confirmed that by reaching Their new hand to his face, feeling the contours and textures and shape. They smiled with Their mouth and Their eyes.

Suddenly Chaos' own hand gently pried Their hand from his face. "I know it's fascinating for you, but you doing that with the face you're wearing right now is doing a number on my Host's sanity, and there's not a lot of it in the first place."

They blinked. Chaos was not alone in his prison? "…not …alone?" Their voice shook, as They were unsure how to use it properly yet. But Chaos got what They were trying to convey.

"Yeah, there's my Host, which you don't have since the original owner of your body left almost a millennia ago. And there's three other demons. But I'm the boss, and they know it." Chaos grinned. Omega tried to imitate him but it felt stiff somehow. They still didn't have good control of it.

"Come on, can you walk? Just to warn you, you can't float in this shape, and balancing on only two legs can be a nightmare. Here, I'll help you up." Chaos wrapped one of Their arms around his shoulders and one of his arms around Their waist. He pulled Them to their feet and started walking. It took a few tries but eventually They managed to walk properly, only slightly leaning on Chaos as they did.

As They walked outside they suddenly felt sunshine, and saw the sky, and the rocks, and the waterfall and everything was so overwhelmingly lovely and wonderful and-

"Like it, don't you?" Chaos grinned in superiority when he saw utter amazement on Omega's borrowed face. Finally, for once he was the one in charge here instead of being the eternal servant. He really liked that feeling. "Come on, I'll show you around, we have a lot of ground to cover." He gently coaxed his Sibling to let him carry Them bridal style so he could fly them to the ground. Once there he set Them back on Their feet and hooked his arm around Their waist to support Them in Their walk.

The Planet had done a full spin on its axis by the time they returned to the crystal cave, at Omega's insistence. While the experience had been absolutely wonderful she (and it was she now, for this prison was once a she and Omega wished to honor it) had never been separated from the Lifestream for this long. So they returned to the cave, amongst the physical manifestation of the Lifestream where she could tap into it better.

But there, near the crystal pillar was something unfamiliar. Omega bent to pick it up. Ah, she knew what it was! A bottle, it was called nowadays, and with something etched onto its surface. Omega still wasn't very skilled at reading this new language as she was at speaking it, but she knew the individual letters. She could make out the word written.

"J." one finger followed the string of symbols. "A? What strange dots… E. G. E. R. M. A. S.T. E.R. Ah, Jaegermaster." Strange, she didn't know that word. But bottles were used to contain water and her throat had been feeling a little dry. What was the word? Parched? Yes, she was parched.

She brought the nearly full green bottle to her lips and drank all of its contents. It burned her throat strangely. Perhaps there was Lifestream mixed into it? If so, then it was even better she drank it all. She came to sit down against the pillar and closed her eyes, leaning out into the Lifestream but keeping a firm hold on her new prison. No, Chaos said she should call it a body.

And so Omega was in the Lifestream, but she felt almost as if she was swaying rather than floating in it. She couldn't control the way she flowed through it properly, when it should have been second nature. She fought against it but to no avail, the river of Life carrying her down paths she never traversed.

Finally she found herself stop inside the Chamber of Past Souls. She knew about it, of course, it was where the strings of the Lifestream each represented a soul that had shaped the history of Gaia. The thicker the strand, the more influence it had. Omega noticed a particularly thick one and, feeling what she now dared to call curiosity, she swam over to it and touched it. Instantly before her mind's eyes appeared a young man with rays of sun in his hair and the sky above reflected in his eyes.

Ah, she remembered that one. He was the one of the humans that had awoken her the first time, and had helped with the second. And he had erased the disease that had been plaguing her for almost two millennia. She lightly stroked it, feeling grateful for what this soul had done for her.

But then something unexpected happened. Something that should have been impossible without a corporeal form, but Omega remembered too late that she was still connected to her borrowed body. There was a sudden and strong constriction in the middle of her abdomen, behind her belly muscles, something so powerful it forced the air out of her lungs and made her entire ribcage fold in on itself and her entire body to give one powerful twitch.

Later she found out it was called a 'hiccup'.

But the string she had been touching at the time didn't know it was an accident. As Omega, she had the power, if not the right, to sever and connect the strings of fate and past to her liking. But it was forbidden because if even one string was broken far too many other strings that depended on it would unravel as well and the time required for the failsafes to right them was far too long.

The string felt the twitch of her body, and no matter how thick and sturdy it had been it broke like a hair that was tugged too harshly.

She could only watch in horror as one half of the string flailed for a few seconds and then disappeared, assimilated into the rest of the Life material. The other half of the string flailed as well and it had already started dispersing when it suddenly touched another, tiny string and wrapped its unraveling parts around it, managing to stay solid. But every single strand that depended on the other, and to Omega's horror, longer half of the string now flailed helplessly as well, and soon it created a shaking mess.

Omega did the only thing she could: she stopped it. Before every single strand tangled into a mess she couldn't fix she activated the first failsafe: every string was now frozen except the one that had broken. Now it had to grow yet again to its former size and endurance and travel an at least similar path to reconnect with the others. Which, considering it was a strand and it no longer had the path set out for it, was nearly impossible.

Suddenly she was yanked back into corporeality by her brother. He was looking at her with an emotion she managed to classify as fear. "Omega, what in the name of Our Creator have you done?!"

She clasped her hands in front of her mouth, brushing her lips with her thumbs in guilt. "Something very bad."

"Where?" Chaos sounded like someone was strangling him.

"In the Chamber of Past Souls."

Chaos froze. Then he let go of Omega's shoulders and sat down next to her in utter shock.

"Which strand?" Omega's only answer was silence, but Chaos knew his now-sister for longer than they had been on this planet. If an insignificant strand had been broken she wouldn't have activated the failsafe. For that to happen, there was only strand that could have been broken.

That of Gaia's Champion.

"We're doomed." He said simply. Omega couldn't help but agree.

They must have sat there in dumbstruck horror for at least an hour before Chaos resolutely got up and offered his hand to his sister. Omega took it and stood up with him, swaying from the effects of alcohol she had unwittingly drunk.

"We'll wait until you sober up. And then we're going back in there and you're going to fix this before the Creator notices! They have fourteen other creations like us, if They are mad enough They might just decide we're not worth keeping if They find out."

Omega paled. "But, how? I don't-"

"You just broke one strand, right? And if I remember the failsafe protocols correctly, the first level doesn't alert the Creator and stops the flow of other strings until the one broken reconnects again. We just have to make sure that it reconnects in as similar a path as the last time. Can you do that?"

Faced with certain destruction otherwise and Chaos' stern face, even Omega's drunken mind knew there was only one answer. "I can try."

"Good enough for now." Chaos sighed. "But you're not going back in there until there is not a drop of alcohol left in you!"

And what of the tiny strand the broken half attached itself to?

AN: Apparently I'm unable to write a non-time-travel story anymore. Sigh, I have a seriously one-track mind.