A/N: I wanted to give the coming back to life thing a try. I wrote this as a drabble on my instagram where i roleplay as Aerith but thought i would try it out here. If you guys have any ideas on how this can go after reading the notes at the bottom let me know! I'd love to hear them. If i end up writing more of it, maybe ill post it as a new story. Not sure of it yet since i am already working on another one.

For all the time travel fics in the FFVII verse, the brought back to life ones are rare. so here ya go.

Summary: Aerith Gainsborough decides to take matters into her own hands when Jenova and her children try to take over Gaia once more. This time, she would end it.

Pairings: Zack/Aerith ; Tifa/Cloud

"Honey, are you alright?"

The glass shattered. Colors began to mix together and produce an image she wasn't used to. A breath of fresh air entered her lungs; the brightness of the sun blinded her.

Her mind reeled, focusing on stark details.

She saw the ground, the sky, the woman and-and the world.

She felt herself numbly. It was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her shoulders. Her limbs twitched, her mind caught onto the fact she had limbs to twitch. Her head fell downwards, as if recognizing in order to see her head had to cooperate. Her fingers were numb, holding onto the material of a torn pink dress. It was dirty, stained with red across her abdomen.

She saw brown ringlets and her white bracelets. Her shoulders were bare; she was reminded of the cold as goosebumps broke across her skin.

"Honey?"

Her ears faintly picked up on the sounds around her. She could hear the quiet bustle of a town and the way the woman's foot dragged across the floor. She sucked in another breath, feeling a tremble spread across her body.

Her knees gave out. The older woman squawked and reached to grasp her.

Warmth. That was the first thing she registered in her slowly ticking mind. Everything else seemed faraway. She couldn't remember why but the jumble of feelings in her chests made it hurt. She felt sorrow, happiness, anger, and despair. It was a jumble of feelings and as the woman attempted to repeat her questions she felt it all snap.

She was crying.

She was aware of that much when the world suddenly blurred. She sobbed, not sure when the woman started to hug her and whisper soothing things. By the time her body was used to being she had a grip on reality.

She felt foreign to this world again. She felt like she was wrong. She wasn't used to being. She was used to a bubble of voices and thoughts and feelings. She didn't communicate through words. She melded her mind into others, picking them apart and helping them along the stream.

Oh, she remembered the foreign feeling of being the rain and being the ground.

She communicated; she led poor souls along in a stream. The lifestream.

The world clicked itself into focus the moment the word was thought. Oh, the lifestream. She buried her face into the ladies shoulder, feeling overwhelmed.
She had been the one guiding the lifestream for years now. She should have stayed with the other ancients. They had welcomed her with open arms but she had always been different.

She was human.

It was because of that she had been able to grip the lifestream in her fingers and help those she loved.

Oh, she was supposed to be dead. She wore a tattered pink dress that only served as a reminder for her gruesome death. She was crying out of the sudden flush of emotions. And now that she was feeling and holding and hurting-

She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do.

"Now then, come along." The woman whispered soothingly, rubbing circles on her back as she was finally led away.

She stumbled lightly. Everything felt foreign that it was difficult to walk. The woman didn't seem to mind as she helped her along slowly, whispering words of encouragement.

The world felt like a daze for her.

By the time it came into strict focus she was seated at a kitchen table with a cup of warm hot chocolate in her hands. The warmth was striking against her fingers. It had been such a long time since she felt something like this. She twisted her legs together, becoming as small as she could in her seat.

"I have a daughter. I wonder if some of her clothes will fit."

She turned towards the voice. The woman had smiled at her. She had dark hair that was pulled back with a bandanna. "Have you calmed down?"

She gave a shaky nod, bringing the cup to her lips. Tasting the sweet liquid she shut her eyes in contentment. Once she seemed settled the woman took a seat across from her.

"My name is Gina."

She paused, wondering if her name would be good to say. "I'm Aerith."

Gina smiled brightly, gesturing to her. "Now we're getting somewhere. Can you tell me what happened?"

She paused, choking on her words. She couldn't say that she had died. She put her cup down, looking down at her torso and touching the area. The blood was mostly dried and smeared into her outfit. But the single clean mark of masamune left it's scar. She could feel it just above her skin. Her hand clenched lightly over it. "It's an old wound. I'm sorry, but I'm not too sure myself."

Gina gave a nod, finally standing up. "Usually we are advised not to take in strangers but I'm willing to give you a shot. You look like you were attacked or something of that sort. We'll get you washed up and sent home. I'm sure you remember that much?"

Aerith paused. Home?

She thought of Elymra brushing her hair and letting her plant flowers everywhere. She was certain that home no longer existed. But was that really home?

She choked up. What about Cloud? Tifa, Barret, Yuffie, Vincent, Nanaki, Caitsith, Cid?!

She clasped her hands together. They were all alive, she knew that much but besides that she had no idea of their location. Before she had been able to sense them but now, now in the tight container of a body she couldn't.

"I don't think I have one." She whispered softly, memories beginning to spread across her mind. Small little things she remembered from her journey and even farther past that. Zack, Iflana, Hojo, Shinra.

But she was still missing a vital piece. One that would explain why she was here.

Gina reached out and placed a hand in between the table. "Don't worry. Every since Meteor all these strange events keep happening. You may have lost your home but you can always rebuild. It's a motto that stands for us."

Gina stood up, dusting her hands off. "First things first, a shower and a meal. Then I'll send you in the direction of the WRO and they'll be able to help you locate any family members. Does that sound good, Aerith?"

She was scared. Her hands were trembling. But her heart told her she had to continue to move forward. Everything would fall into place. She gave a nod, getting to her feet best she could.

"That sounds perfect."

Notes: This takes place after OG and AC. (Original game Advent children) Crisis core is a thing here as well. I am still not sure if i want to add Dirge of cerberus. Maybe I could even have DOC happen as Aerith returns? Okay, basically i was gonna add a lot of angst fluff of Tifa and Cloud seeing Aerith again. Zack would be returning and even Sephiroth. (Seph is a little different in a cute way but i won't say cause its perf.) and i was going to have Denzel meet Aerith and travel back and forth from the church and edge. i don't know. this was a flimsy idea when i made it. but it might become a thing if it's interesting. It would follow Aeriths POV and yeah, i know a lot of you have a Cloud bias lol thoughts?