As much as I loved Advent Children, I've always felt that there could have been a lot more put into in in terms of depth of story and so on (I understand it was short cause it was a movie and all, but still.) This will have a lot of stuff from the movie in it, but it will be vastly longer and different too. I will try to keep the theories on jenova, SHM and so on faithful to the game.

So, to the point. This is Remix.

Two years after Meteor, and the world is plagued by Geo-stigma. Three silver haired Remanants roam the the land, and they appear to be searching for something. Remanants from Shinra's past also resurface, including old enemies and allies. The reclusive Cloud Strife must come to terms with both his guilt and his team mates if they are to save the world again.

Rewire: First Connection

He hated waiting.

He was an impatient man by nature, and while he could normally amuse himself at the expense of others, Reno Anderson could find little to entertain himself in the interior of the MH-53 Shinra helicopter he was currently piloting.

'Come oon…'

He tapped his fingers impatiently against his seat, trying not groan out loud at the mass of thick cloud that seemed to cling around the 'chopper.

He hated flying in fog.

'Tseng, sir, look at this!'

The sound of his junior colleague crackled on the radio in his earpiece.

A slight pause.

'Found it.' Tseng's flat voice stated.

'Ugh…it's gross…'

Reno rolled his eyes skyward at his junior's remark. Turk or no, Elena could be such a pre-teen girl at times.

There was sounds of scuffling, and movement. Reno shrugged in his jacket.

'Hey…I think…wha-'

'Yo, hurry it up down there already, I'm getting old here!'

'Reno, bring her down.'

Strictly business with Tseng, not so much as a hair out of place. Reno guessed that's why he was leader. He grinned at that, and tugged at the hand held controls. Things would be very different if he were in charge-

Gunfire cut through his radio and his thoughts.

'What the-'

The sounds of battle intensified as Reno cursed under his breath. He swung the heavy aircraft down through the fog and into the gaping jaws of the Northern Crater.

A stifled gasp of pain hissed in his ear. Reno gritted his teeth and pushed the helicopter headlong into the clearing mist.

'Ts-Tseng…'

Elena's strangled voice could be heard as she gasped for air. His heart was hammering away at his chest.

'…Sir!'

More gunfire, and heavy, running footfalls.

'Who is that? Elena!' Tseng called.

Reno brought the 'chopper down low, letting it hover a few feet above the ground. The heavy fog seamed to swarm around him. He could only make out brief figures fading in and out, and short flashes of light. He had little time to study them; he was too busy trying to keep the helicopter balanced.

'I'm down here, get the hell on already! Shit!' Reno swore as a bullet shot through a windscreen panel to embed itself in his seat.

'Elena, go!' Tseng roared before a fierce spurt of gunfire echoed throughout the crater.

Palms sweaty, Reno precariously edged the aircraft closer to the ground.

'Get on, damn it!' he shouted in frustration.

Something, someone grabbed a hold of the landing skids and heaved themselves into the back cabin. Reno felt the machine drop with the extra weight as he struggled with the rotor controls to compensate.

The helicopter jerked up awkwardly and Reno heard the thump of a fallen body on his intercom.

'Hey-'

'G-go!' Elena's voice crackled in his ear, before another round of gunfire spewed forth.

After a split second of indecision, he complied. He was a Turk, after all.

He had a mission to complete.

I wonder…

I wonder about you, as I wait, as I think. About you.

I'm not afraid for you, you know. I only wonder how long it will be until I see you again. Which could be never.

I know your angry and upset, and that you almost hate yourself at the moment. Heck, you probably do, but that's ok. We all hate ourselves sometimes, but sometimes we love ourselves too.

That's your problem now, isn't it? You don't want to love yourself again. You don't want to love anything at the moment, and in turn, you don't want anyone to love you.

But it will never be that way. I know it, and maybe even you know it too, Cloud. Maybe you were just pretending to be oblivious, like I pretended I didn't feel that way about you.

It doesn't have to be like this always, you know.

Because there will always be a place waiting for you here.

I admit, it does get lonely sometimes, and melancholy often. It's hard to keep a smile on your face when a child is wasting away in front of you. But we try.

Sometimes I wish that you would make up your mind. Sometimes I wish it had ended happily ever after, but we both know that doesn't happen in reality.

Fairy tales are just that, tales. Stories for children. Like the ones I tell Marlene and Denzel. Except that those stories involve people who lived and died, people who laughed and got angry, people who did stupid things, and figured things out, people who, in reality, didn't always come out the other end with a smile on their faces.

People like us.

Life can be so cruel. It walks hand in hand with death after all. You know that better then anyone, or at least, you think you do.

Because we've all seen how close those two anomalies are. And everyone but you has learnt to accept it.

But I guess I can't blame you. I know I don't. You're lost, after all. Afraid.

You also don't understand that sometimes, its ok to be those things. You hate the thought of being weak, of being powerless. Because that's what it was like when she died.

And you still blame yourself.

You fear your doubt and distrust, and won't accept its reverses, hope and faith.

But you won't admit to it, your fear and your regret. You can't live like this forever, because it's tearing you apart. You're not even here and I know this.

You're a mess, Cloud Strife.

But I forgive you, even if you do not want it from me.

Do you stare at the stars, Cloud? I do, I still find them beautiful, even after all these years. I still feel that same wonder, and sometimes, I can even forget how sad I feel. I wonder if you find the time to look at them, and if you wonder too, if I or Barret or Yuffie or Cid or any of the others are looking at them too.

It is all the same sky, after all.

Sometimes, that thought comforts me. Sometimes it reminds me how far away we all are from one another.

What am I doing here, Cloud? Why am I waiting for you?

Ah, that's right, I'm waiting for you to come home.

And the possibility that, just maybe, you might have forgiven yourself. Might have accepted the fact that the doubt and the loss and the regret will always be with you, but that it's possible to also embrace the hope and the faith.

Because that's what people like us are; a little bit of dark and a little bit of light.

So I'm waiting here, and hoping, for the possibility that you may one-day realize these things and that when you do, you'll come back.

Who knows, one day you might.

'Lifestream, the stream of life that flows around our planet. It is the origin of the planet and every life that lives on it.'

'In the past, a company called Shinra found a way to take Lifestream and use it as an energy source. Because of that, we were able to live a happy life. However, there were many people who believed that it drained the life out of the planet.'

'These people were known as Avalanche.'

'Shinra tried to subdue anyone and anything that stood in their way with force. Shinra had elite guards called Soldier, who were used to destroy Avalanche.'

'Among them was an excellent Soldier named Sephiroth. But, when he found out he was created out of a dreadful experiment, he began to hold an undying grudge against Shinra.'

'And, before anyone could notice, he began to hold a grudge against everything.'

'Then, the worst thing came falling from space. Due to his overflowing hatred, Sephiroth attempted to destroy the world.'

'Shinra, and those who opposed Shinra, united together in order to destroy Sephiroth.'

'There were many battles, and many losses, and someone we cared for died.'

'And then one day, the planet itself stopped all the battles. Using lifestream as its weapon, it swallowed everything made of sadness, ambition and conflict.'

'But, it seems the planet was angrier then we all expected.'

She looks down upon the resting boy she has been speaking too. His gray eyes are heavy lidded, and she gets the feeling that he is in a different world of his own altogether.

'Geo-stigma…'

Her gaze drops to her hands, neatly clasped in front of her. She feels very old and terribly tired. She murmurs her next word quietly.

'Please…'

He moves, unexpectadly, as if her soft plea has brought him back to life. She hears the false bravado in his voice, though she'll pretend not to.

'…hey Marlene,' Raising a hand, he tentatively touches his bandaged forehead'…how does it look?'

'…' She can't speak, can't lie for him. She can only give off a small, cheery smile as she continues her prayer silently in her head.

'Please don't take Denzel away from me.'

Two years.

They all thought that everything would have been better in two years, that they could finally put the past to rest.

They were all wrong.

Authors note: I know this first chapter is very similare to the movie, but I'm trying to ease my story line in slowly so that it is belivable and not to 'wacky.'

The middle fragment is Marlene talking and Tifa thinking. Sorry if its a little confusing. Tifa's thoughts is from one of my one shots which I decided to delete and dump in here. Hope you like.

Please Review if you liked this and are interested to see it continue.

renote-I have recently edited over all of these chapters, mostly to fix up lttle mistake. This one is the only one that has undergone any major changes, so hopefully now it makes more sense.