A/N: my first Fanfic, and it's a chapter series. anyways, I made a story about 'Jenova' recreated. enjoy~! R&R

Disclaimer: I do not own anything FF they all belong to SquareEnix

She woke in a lake. No, not really a lake at all. just a small…pool in what looked like the ruins of an old church. She stood and felt a cool breeze. How had she gotten there? Was this how all humans arrived? She honestly couldn't remember. The only thing she knew was a name…no, two names, Jenova and Stelleen. She wrapped her arms around her bare chest. She was completely naked. 'Why was this not the first thing to register?' she pondered for a moment before growing alert at the sound of a creaking door. She dove under water when it became obvious someone was entering the room. She swam to the edge to become more hidden, for the water was so clear, so pure, it didn't offer up much coverage. She waited a moment before breaking the surface to check and see if she was alone again.

"Why are you hiding? You smell… deadly. And there's no hiding that, no matter how pure the water you just happen to be in." a voice called to her surprise. She sighed. No point hiding now. She stood and looked over to see a boy of about 17 sitting on one of the benches that hadn't been ruined; his legs crossed his hand placed thoughtfully over his lips, his eyes starring. His eyes were what really kept her attention, they were…dead.

"A mere girl of about 16 can be considered deadly now a days?" he asked more to himself than to the girl.

"You're not much but a year older yourself. If I'm assuming correctly."

"You aren't. try adding 13 years to that 17."

"Oh, so maybe I should call you pops?"

"No, my name's Elliot. And speaking of names. What's yours?" he asked crossing his arms.

"Name?" she asked genuinely confused. That word had so many possible answers.

"What do people call you?" Elliot asked exasperated.

"Um, I don't know. I only remember two names."

"And what are those."

"Jenova…" Elliot cringed "and Stelleen."

"Well, I assume your name would be Stelleen, since no one nowadays names their children Jenova due to its history."

"History?" Stelleen asked now curious. She wanted to know its history.

"Maybe I'll tell you some other time, for now, let's get you some clothes." He said shrugging off his jacket as he stood. He handed it to her as she climbed out of the pool. She shrugged the jacket on and immediately felt comfortable and safe. Maybe he didn't ensure the same feeling of safety as Sephiroth…Sephiroth? Who was he? Whatever, she'd worry about that later. And maybe pops wasn't so bad.