A/N: FFVII, SGA crossover. I feel these two things have such a strong calling. And I really wanted to do something for Beckett since I'm a fan 8) but this is the results, and the prologue to my story.

Warning: Writing is NOT the top of my free time activates. That would be playing the game FFVII and drawing. So if you want to flame me for not updating, you have been warned.

Last Minute Note: This story is a repost, but I will not edit the A/Ns I through in. =/

Prologue

"Unauthorized off world activation, repeat, unauthorized off world activation. Closing Shield."

The silvery invisible shield closed down over the water like surface of the Stargate as a shorthaired woman sent a worried look to a man rubbing his hands together nervously. Now all they needed was for whoever was on the other side of the gate to become splat.

"Something has entered the worm hole!"

It was just a matter of moments now, before they heard it. The sickening squelch that would symbolize that the person was as good as dead.

"Holy Shit!"

And a woman walked right through the shield as if it wasn't there. Long brown hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of her head with a pink bow. Her eyes were closed and her pale skin glowed with an unearthly light. The tight pink, sleeveless dress she wore shifted over her skin like a second skin would and brown cow hide boots clunk on the ground as she walked over it.

Guns were pointed at the female, who carried a single rainbow coloured crystal rose in her hands as she walked half way across the room.

No one fired at the woman, maybe because the way her skin glowed gave her an angelic appearance.

And as she stopped before the steps she opened her green eyes and stared into the eyes of a male with a cocky look to his face.

Without a sound, she held the rose in front of her as if offering it to him. And the male, transfixed, took a few steps down the stairs and reached for the rose only to pull back quickly as the thorns prickled his skin.

The woman sighed deeply, and smiled sadly at him and shook her head as if to say no.

She then turned and looked at the rest of the room, her gaze shifting to each person standing with the guns pointing at her.

She opened her mouth but no sound came up and she closed it, and everyone dropped their guns to the ground, and a few of the weaker minded began to cry.

She continued to look for the on that called her here and walked up the stairs, in the direction of the first woman and man and stood before him, offering the rose to him.

Almost scared, he reached for it but found that it also cut his skin. Once again, the woman shook her head and sighed sadly.

Just as she turned to leave to go back through the gate, a cough caught her attention, echoing through the room. It had been the only sound besides her boots the whole time. It was as if the world had been silenced.

A male in a white coat over his uniform was staring at her, and she was sure he was the one to have coughed.

So she walked to him slowly, and offered him the rose. He touched it gently, before taking it from her and looking at it in the light from the ceiling.

And then the noise returned.