Two weeks later

*******Hojo POV*******

/ Still no sign of it. I shall find her. How could I have overlooked the fact that I have a tracking device installed in to her nervous system? /

Loading up the computer I opened the Shin-Ra tracking data base. Typing in her code it took all of seconds for her little red dot to flash on the screen telling me her location. "Ah Nibelheim. This is useful."

*******Lucrecias POV*******

/ I hope she is okay /

I sat in my own lab working on some black mass that Grimoire Valentine discovered when Hojo walked in. "Lucrecia we are leaving for Nibelheim now. Pack essentials and get to the helipad." Then he just left head down in thought a smirk at his lips. I was surprised to say the least. I didn't have a lot to pack so I was done fairly quickly just as I reached the door of my apartment there was a knock.

/ who on earth could that be? /

Opening the door my heart stopped. There stood his son.

"Doctor Crescent? I've been assigned to your protection."

"No why would the send his son?" I turned my face away in thought.

"Excuse me?"

"Just call me Lucrecia."

"I'm Vincent Valentine."

"I know." I pulled my suitcase to pass him but it got caught on the door frame. I struggled and sighed exasperated. He reached to help and his hand brushed against mine. I yelped and met his eyes. "Let me help." Such a polite and handsome young man. He led the way to the helipad and I followed a few steps behind. On the roof the brisk wind from the rotor blades enveloped us. He placed my luggage into the cargo hold and helped me on to the helicopter. He smiled such a sincere smile and I could not help but blush. Hojo tsked and Vincents' soft face turned to one with stone like qualities. He gracefully slipped into the seat next to the pilot and strapped in.

"Hojo why have we left early?" he smiled. But it was not a happy smile more of a sadistic smirk. "Ah there is something of great import I located. And now we can be more productive. You should rest we will be rather busy once we land."

With that I settled into a dreamless sleep the kind that drains you rather than regenerates your enthusiasm.

"We're about to land. Please prepare yourselves." The pilots' voice crackled through the headphones rousing me from my sleep. The helicopter began its descent. We landed carefully and the doors were soon open. Vincent stood in front of me his hair blowing in the wind generated by the rotor blades. His suit fluttered about him showing his lithe yet muscular build. He really was quite handsome... He also looked a lot like his father. He held his hand out to accept mine. I smiled. Hojo scoffed. I was just about to take his hand and step out when it came in a flash Vincent shouted "What the-!" he reached for his gun with his already out-stretched hand and it grabbed his hand. Crying.

*******Hana's POV*******

I heard a chopper overhead. Not many people own choppers so I thought it was a good chance it was going to be a Shin-Ra transport vehicle. I peered through my cover in the bushes just outside the town but with a good view of the plains that span out beneath the town. The sleek black chopper had the logo happily painted on the side. I waited until it touched down.

/ who is it? Are they looking for me? /

The cockpit passenger door flung open and Vincent! Hopped to the floor giving a quick sweep of the area before opening the back revealing Lucrecia!

/ They're here! /

I sprinted from my cover with inhuman speed. I ducked under his awaiting arm and threw my arms around him tears threatening to overflow. I thought I couldn't cry anymore I had cried so much in the past few weeks. I hadn't eaten either but I hadn't lost weight. So thanks to Hojo I couldn't die of starvation.

As Vincent reached for his gun I grasped his hand with a pleading squeeze. I looked up to him through my tears and lashes. "Vin" was all I could manage. "Hana?" I felt his arms wrap around me and one finger curled under my chin tilting my head up to meet his gaze. I must admit I did look a little different, hell a lot different. I had cut my hair short, really short. I had also stolen clothes from washing lines in gardens. I was now wearing denim short shorts. And a brown tank top. I had no shoes though. My tears hadn't fallen yet but at the angle Vincent was holding my face they rolled out of my eyes, along the side of my face getting lost behind my ears.

"I couldn't ... He was ... Why?" Vincent just moved my face left to right and up and down observing my physical and mental condition. He knew what I was. A monster.

"Let's get you all cleaned up at the mansion. Okay?" I mumbled in agreement afraid to speak in fear my voice would fail me. He held me his arm around my waist and my arm over his shoulder he was practically carrying me. My energy now gone.