Disclaimer: I am only going to do this once for the whole story because I'm tired of always writing it. I DO NOT own Final Fantasy VII, Advent Children, or any of Square Enix's characters. I do however own my OC's...Hence the 'oc'.

A/N: This chapter has been EDITED

Prologue

I remember that day very clearly...The day I awoke...The day I was born. It sounds weird, I know, but I can never remember anything before that day. It makes me wonder...

I don't even remember waking up – I just...opened my eyes. Everything looked blurry. Of course, that was probably because of the water.

I was in some sort of tank. There was what looked like IV needles in my arms. I had a breathing mask covering my mouth and nose. I didn't know why I was in there, but I didn't like it.

I took a deep breath with the mask still on my face, then I ripped it off and slammed my right shoulder and the side of my head against the side of the tank. The glass broke and I gasped for air, enjoying it more than what I was getting from the mask.

I broke the rest of the glass with my elbow, and yanked out the needles from my arms and one from the back of my neck. That was the only one that hurt.

I realized that I didn't have any cloths on! I had just my undergarments on, which made the cold air seem even cooler. I looked around the room I was in...It was empty, except for my tank and a desk with a small computer monitor on it.

There was also a chair with a lab coat hanging on it. I stumbled over to it, and put the coat on. When I pulled my left arm through the coat's sleeve, I noticed a thin, metal band on my wrist. There was something engraved on it. I looked at the writing and it read, 'J.E-S.C-I.E'. (Pronounced Jessie).

I glanced at the computer screen. I guessed that it was to watch me in the tank, seeing as it looked like one of those heart monitor things. It also had stats on my breathing and what looked like information on the drugs that must've been given to me through the IVs. Apparently, I woke up because the drugs keeping me asleep had run out.

The top of the screen had the same name that was on the band on my wrist. I looked at it, not liking it. It made me feel like a pet with its name tag. I tried to take in off, but when I pulled at it a sharp pain ran up my arm and I hissed at the feeling. It wasn't until I examined the band a little closer that I realized why it hurt. It looked like it had been welded into my skin!

I growled a little, but let it go. Looking around again, I noticed a door on the other side of the room. I walked over to it. It was locked, but taking a step back, I slammed against it like I did with the tank. It took a few tries, but the door wasn't too heavy, or thick. Only a few minutes later did I manage to bust through the damn thing.

I walked in and looked around. I was in some sort of lab, with much more equipment than the one behind the door I'd just rammed my way through. There wasn't much time to sight-see and examine the machinery and booked strewn around the place, because at that moment my eyes found themselves in sight of the room's other occupant.

It was a man, wearing a sort of black uniform, with spikey, sable hair. He was lying face down on the floor, surrounded by broken glass. It looked like he had just escaped, like me. There was even a tank like mine, with its walls shattered as well, behind him.

I heard footsteps coming from outside another door, and I hid behind the one I had come out of before. Another man came out, this one wearing a lab coat like the one I took. Thinking fast, I picked up an old pole that was lying nearby on instinct, as he walked over to the man on the floor.

When he got closer, the dark haired man stood up. He pushed the scientist back toward my hiding spot. I stepped out as the lab-coat reached me, and hit him as hard as I could with the pole. The one with the dark hair was surprised to see me, but he shook it off. "Thanks," He muttered, and at that moment I noticed he had blue eyes.

They had a strange glow to them that some people might have found frightening; I, however, found them fascinating. I blinked as my thoughts were shifted once again to our surroundings, and I watched as he moved to the containment tank next to the one he had come out of. It looked like there was another man it there. This one had blond hair, but it was just as spikey like the first guy's – only a bit shorter. I couldn't help but notice the blonde guy was kind of cute, but I immediately shook that ridiculous thought away.

While the one with dark hair looked for a way to free his friend, I looked around some more. "We have to hurry," I called softly to him, my mind drifting far away as I looked around more, "Someone will be here soon."

He didn't respond, but I knew he heard. I looked at one of the computer screens, and found an already open file. It had pictures of the guy and his friend, and it had all kinds if information on them. His name was Zack Fair, and his friend was Cloud Strife. It said that Zack had been a part of SOLDIER, and Cloud was an infantryman.

I glanced back at them; Zack had found some sort of switch and was pulling Cloud out of the tank without the need of breaking it – good, the less noise the better. It looked like poor Cloud was half-dead, and looked back to the file to try and find out what had happened to these guys. Turns out, Cloud had suffered a bad reaction to something called Mako. Zack was apparently tough enough to handle the dosage, but Cloud got poisoned...It made me sick to my stomach thinking about it.

When I turned around again, Zack was already dragging Cloud to the exit door. I ran over and opened it for him. He thanked me and kept walking, and I followed closely behind still gripping my pole. As we looked for a way out of the building, Zack held on to Cloud while I helped grab him from the other side with my free arm. Things got eerily quiet as we exited what I found to be a mansion, but I didn't mind. I was trying to sort a few things out in my head.

Things like: what was going on here? Who am I? Why was I in there? How did I suddenly wake up after who-knew-how-long? Those, and about another hundred questions, were all spinning in my head. I didn't even think I knew my name! If I had a name… I thought bitterly

It frightened me how, for some strange reason, I knew about Mako, and how it was used for creating energy. I knew what SOLDIER was. I knew, somehow, that something called ShinRa had put me in that tank and I hated them for it. But I didn't know how or why. I felt like an amnesia patient, and information from my past was slowly coming back. But there was no info about me other than what had just transpired since opening my eyes.

Zack took us to a small inn, in some town I was too distracted to remember the name of. He left me to take care of Cloud while he went to go get something. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but I didn't really care. I just sat down on one of the beds in the room, watching Cloud sleep on the other. He started to twitch in his sleep, showing that he was still alive. For that I was grateful.

The door opened, and Zack came in with a bag in his hand. "Here," He gave it to me, "It was all I could find. I hope they fit..." I gave the bag a confused look, cocking my head to the side as I examined the plastic it was made out of, before taking it with a nod as thanks.

The bag was filled with a few articles of cloths; A black tank-top with thin straps, tan shorts that would reach my mid-thighs, black sneakers and a pair of ankle-cut socks. I figured since I was already in my undergarments, I'd just get dressed there in front of him. Zack didn't seem to mind, and Cloud was unresponsive – shocker – but the former did generously avert his eyes. The cloths surprisingly fit me – he did well in guessing my size. "Thanks...For everything..." I mumbled akwarly, not knowing much about communicating with people, before walking towards the door.

"Huh..?W-wait!" He called.

I looked back at him, still unsure about what to expect from both these people, and myself. He had a hand outstretched, but pulled it back when I glanced curiously at him. "Yes..?" I said, tilting my head again.

Zack looked at his feet for a minute, then looked up and asked, "What's your name..? I-I'm Zack..." He added when I didn't speak. I said nothing about already knowing his name. In fact, I didn't talk at all.

I looked down, thinking,"Jescie..." I finally answered, looking back up, "C-call me…Jescie..." (1)

He nodded silently, and neither one of us made to speak again. Without another word, I left...

A/N-

: Just pointing out that the name is pronounced as you would Jessie, it simply has different spelling

EDIT: I had never actually played the original FFVII game before I began writing this so long ago. So it wasn't until I went and watched cutscenes on Youtube that I found out there was already a character named Jesse in the game. I just wanted to point out that my OC in no way related to that character, it was just a coincidence. It happens to be a very common name!