Summary: Over twenty years ago, a secret genetic experiment ended with mixed results, or so the scientists in charge had thought at the time. Years later, two of ShinRa's finest uncover the truth and discover a connection neither one had been aware of. As they learn the truth about their origins, will they be able to accept who they are, and how they came into existence?
Setting: Crisis Core
Usual disclaimer: Don't own Final Fantasy, Square Enix does. this is written for fun, not profit.
Rating: T for now, there will be some language in later chapters, may be changed to M later on if needed.
Somewhere in the depths of the ShinRa mansion, some twenty or so years ago...
"We are close to perfection, my dear colleague, so very close," the scientist murmured, as he ran the ultrasound probe over the pregnant abdomen of the patient, who lay on the gurney, barely conscious. "She's lost a lot of blood, but the danger is now past, the transfusion has brought her back from the brink."
"Good," the other scientist said gruffly. "We need to get the samples out of her as soon as possible, and send them off for testing and analysis."
The first scientist shook his head, frowning, as he studied the dappled gray image of the ultrasound on the montior. "No, it is too soon, far too soon," he argued. "She's only at thirty-two weeks of gestation, to deliver now, could mean losing everything. You are far too reckless for your own good, exercising some patience would do you well."
The other scientist scowled at the first. "The president is expecting results, it's not just my ass on the line, yours will be too, if this project doesn't come to fruition."
The first scientist scoffed. "It matters little to me about the president's deadlines. Science does not always hold to human timetables. You're a scientist, you know this as well as I." He moved the probe again, lips curling up in a smile as he heard the unmistakable sound of a fetal heartbeat.
"You see, life has found a way, as I told you it would," he told the other scientist. "And to think, you wanted to abort this project just a few weeks ago."
"Well, when the mother started hemmorhaging, it seemed clear to me that the pregnancy would not survive - "
"Ah, but it did survive, didn't it," the scientist interrupted. "Give her a few more weeks to gestate, and I will deliver them myself. You will see that I am right."
The second scientist peered at the monitor and frowned. "I don't like the lack of progress displayed by B," he said, pointing at the screen. "See? It's much smaller than it should be at this stage. A is better developed, and stronger looking."
"We won't know until they're out," the first scientist argued. "And, we can always up the Mako supplement you know, that may help."
"Mako is what nearly killed the mother in the first place," the other argued. "I don't think this is the right approach - not if you want to keep her alive until the birth, anyway."
"Who said anything about supplementing the mother?" the first said with a smirk, holding up a syringe filled with a glowing, phosphorescent liquid. "Intrauterine injection will be just fine," he added. "Hold this," he instructed, handing the ultrasound probe to his colleague. "Now, guide me to B, please, I need to get this into his left thigh." The infant kicked and squirmed in utero as the needle entered the tiny thigh muscle.
"Brat won't stay still," the other scientist muttered irritably, trying to keep the probe steady over the mother's abdomen, undulating from the baby's kicks.
"There!" the first scientist remarked, depressing the plunger of the syringe. "I added a mild sedative as well, so that the fetus would not react to the adrenaline rush one would usually get after a Mako injection. He should settle down and go to sleep very soon." Sure enough, the baby's movements slowed, and the scientists could see the infant curling up again, even sucking on his tiny thumb.
"A few more weeks, and we shall see the fruits of our labor," the first scientist said reassuringly. "It will be fine, I tell you. The president will be well pleased, and he shall see that it was worth the wait."
The other scientist shrugged his shoulders, still looking dubious. "I hope you're right," he grumbled.