Disclaimer: Ownership pending. Um..not really. Don't own in any way, shape, or form

Pairings: Genesis/Yazoo, Rude/Loz, Rufus/Kadaj

Warnings: Blood, violence, language

AN1: I am no longer apologizing for the length of time between chapters. I've update four different stories this month, including this one, so I feel I am doing well.

AN2: I am terrible at coming up with original names, so I borrowed the name of Man-Nova from demonology. Morax is the name of the president of hell.

AN3: The foursome was received a lot better than I had anticipated. So, I thank everyone who read it, and a double thank you to all who reviewed, through I am pretty sure I wrote personal thank you's to everyone.

AN4: I have no beta for this chapter, so I am sorry for the typo's and grammar mistakes one may find.

Last note: We are now back to the present time line.

"Genesis, it's...." Yazoo had to fight to keep his voice tight, restrained, "a fucking wing." He had his arms around his fiancé's neck, as the auburn angle soared though a diamond laden night sky. "At what point in our relationship were you planning on telling me about your special... appendage?"

Yazoo had no idea exactly why he was upset, all he knew is that he was. In some way, by not being informed of Gen's wing, Yaz felt as if he had been lied to. And if there was anything the silver doll would not tolerate, it was lies.

The middle child had been woken from a deep sleep, at 3:30 in the morning, being told that Sephiroth's 'real' mother was in danger. He had seen the necessity of rushing to get to the destination where Genesis' dream was sending them, but when Gen pulled him onto the hotel suite's balcony and extended his wing...well, that was when something inside Yaz snapped. A bolt of pure rage shot through him. So now here he was, clinging to the object of his anger, hundreds of feet off the ground, letting Gen know just how he felt.

The one winged angel's sapphire eyes narrowed to slits. Were he not so troubled by recent events, namely being at Yazoo's side when Loz was brought back into his hospital room from the surgery that amputated his leg and the horrifying dream of Sephiroth's birth mother, he may not have snapped his response, "you're seeing it now aren't you?"

"Hn," the silver dove snorted his frustration. The sound could be heard even over the rushing wind that tangled both men's hair and chilled their skin. "You know, having a wing is the sort of thing you share on a first date. 'Hi, I'm Genesis. I like fine wines, evenings at the opera, high class soiree's, and reading the play 'Loveless.' Oh, and I also have a black, feathery wing, just like my hero, the great general Sephiroth."

Genesis, who as of recently had been doing a fairly decent job of keeping his temper in check, felt his anger raise to the surface and, as a warning, slightly loosened his grip around Yazoo's waist. Out of reflex, the middle remnant's grip tightened around Gen's neck.

Yazoo could be even more of a bitch than even Genesis at times. The red mage stared into his lover's face, "Cut with the sarcastic bullshit, Yazoo, or I will drop you." The couple had just entered the wispy moisture of a darkened cloud. "First off, I am nothing like Sephiroth, nor is he my hero," that was spat between clenched teeth. "Next, I wasn't keeping it a secret from you. It just never came up and I didn't think about it. And finally, if you will recall, we've never even had a first date."

To say that Yazoo was less than happy about being threatened to be dropped, would be an understatement. But even with the threat of free falling looming over him, the moon kissed boy didn't bite back his acidic words, "Oh, that's right, we didn't have a first date. We went straight from 'Hi I'm Genesis, to, you look like Sephiroth, let's fuck.'"

The rage that was rolling off of Genesis was tangible. His pink pouting lips became a straight line, and he became silent. The two of them hadn't been together long enough for Yazoo to attribute that silence as a precursor to the ex-SOLDIER doing something drastic.

The sound of gushing air was the only sound either man heard for the next twenty minutes or so, and then Genesis started his descent. The couple were gliding into the center of a small town garbed with what only could be described as 'adorable' Tudor styled homes. There was only one lamp burning in the village and the sign over the building with the light read, "Inn"

Genesis touched down with all the grace of a slick, marvelous feline that he so resembled. He removed his arms from Yazoo and stepped away from the young man.

Yazoo crossed his arms as he took in the quaint little village, noticing it had only one dirt road that everything seemed to surround. The remnant felt a sense of familiarity, like this place was somehow important, and but it also weighed heavily on his heart. "Where are we? Is this where Sephiroth's mother is?"

Genesis' tone was deadly cold, "No, my love." The way he said love held pure bitterness. "This was not our original destination. However, since you are on such a Sephiroth kick tonight, I thought you would like to visit. This place should have meaning for you. We're in Nibelheim."

'This was Nibelheim?' Yazoo thought as he looked around the tiny town. 'The place that his infamous father burned to the ground? Nii-san's hometown?' Why would Genesis bring him here? "I don't understand. Why would this place hold meaning for me?"

Genesis shrugged. "I figured that since we were making comparison's to Seph tonight," he said the shortened version of Sephiroth's name because he knew it would infuriate Yazoo, "you would like to see the place he went crazy. I mean, since you are a part of him and all."

Yazoo narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. "I've already explained to you that we were not part of Sephiroth so much as we are his chil..."

Genesis cut him off by holding up his red-gloved hand. "I also brought you here so I wouldn't throw you to the ground." The angel spread his wing. "I do so hope you remembered to charge your PHS."

The red warrior was back in the sky before Yazoo could even call out, "What?!"

The silver haired gun slinger watched the sky, to stunned to even move. Gen had just left him stranded in a strange place during the middle of the night. After the initial shock wore off, Yazoo started walking toward the inn, reminding himself to blow out Genesis' kneecaps the next time they met.

When her lashes had fluttered open she was almost positive she would behold a bluish-grey form with glowing yellow eyes and tattered red wings. In fact, in those first few waking moments, dream and reality had merged and she was once again faced with her past transgressions. Chaos hovered above her and she wanted to reach out to him. If she could but touch him, feel him, be close to him, then she would know without a doubt that Vincent was still alive.

Reality rushed in around her, forcing her senses into overdrive. She could feel every cell in her body, the crystal she was encased in felt like a thousand tiny pin-prick stabbing into her skin at the same time. She could smell the wet, stale air of the cave, could taste the moisture of the earth in the air. And she was staring into the emerald eyes of her greatest sin. The son she had dreamed of so often.

He looked different than he had in her dreams. In her mindscape, Sephiroth was tall, proud, beautiful, and deadly. When she dreamed of her son, he was strong, chiseled and pale with knee length silver hair and glowing cat-slitted jade eyes. He was wicked and insane.

The being before her was similar in the fact that he had the same glowing eyes and same hair color but that's where the similarities ended. The Sephiroth she was facing had skin as white and hard as marble. He was tall, yes, but delicate, androgynous. He didn't have the same sharp definition that her dream child had. This man's hair cascaded down his body like liquid silver and pooled around his feet. Gone was the black leather trench and white shoulder armor, in its place the man stood naked. And splayed from the left side of his back, larger than the one depicted in her dream, was a black angelic wing.

Cold fear swept through her when she realized this was not her son, not the man who burned Nibelheim to the ground, not the one who claimed Jenova as his mother. This was Jenova. Lucrecia mouthed the name, and the creature's ash white lips upturned in a hideous grin. That smile caused her heart to freeze and her blood to run cold. No, not Jenova, it– he– was like the Calamity, the same race, but he was not Jenova.

Lucrecia wanted, tried, to scream, but she had no voice. This thing's, the second coming's goal was not to merely kill her (she could have easily accepted death) but to send her head long into oblivion. There was nothing a creature with conscious thought feared more than the thought of no longer existing.

The thing was in her head, showing her the place of non-existence, making her forget to feel, paralyzing even her dread. Her mind started slipping away, giving into the thing. She began to forget who she was and here, in the eternal darkness, that was alright.

In the void in which Sephiroth's mother was lingering, she didn't see the bloody, fleshy cords breaking through the creatures back, parting his hair, sharping to hardened points at the tips. She couldn't hear the tentacles slithering against the ground of the cavern floor, the wet slurping sound they made as they undulated around him, parting down the middle so that an even number raised up on either side of him, and poised to strike her a killing blow.

The ropey flesh moved at an alarming speed, yet the mother of the greatest warrior Gaia had ever known stayed unaware. The crystal prism shattered. Brown eyes cleared of darkness, focused on the green orbs that meant her death.

There was a streak of silver and black, followed by a soft, hazy emerald mist. The dream son stood as a guardian, ethereal in his form, protecting his mother. The tentacles stopped their assault just millimeters away from piercing the woman's skin.

Lucrecia fell to the stone earth, limbs numb and aching from decades of disuse. Her shattered prison lay in thousands of fragments, scattered about her reflecting the light of the eerie green glow that she recognized as mist from the Lifestream. Her gaze turned upward. Above her stood two silver haired, one-winged angels. One was spiritual, ghostly, hauntingly beautiful. The other, material, menacing, frightening. Both regal, splendid and deadly.

Lucrecia was only barely able to make out the movement that came from behind the second Calamity before it's cat-like glowing green spheres went wide and the front of it's throat was split asunder by the pointy end of a glowing red blade. Blood sprayed over her causing her to squeeze eyes shut and turn her face away.

The dream son had dissipated as if he never was and the mother was left to finally look up at a silver-haired monster and a red-haired SOLDIER.

Rude had used this past week, while staying at Loz's bedside, to contemplate his feelings for the big silver haired warrior. And while he couldn't say he'd come to any definite conclusions, he was sure about one thing; he wanted to spend more time with the man and get to know him better.

They had already shared a kiss, no matter how fleeting, and the Turk was positive that was an experience he wanted to repeat. Only next time he wanted it to be more substantial.

"Cure..." Loz muttered in his morphine induced sleep.

The bald giant squeezed the hand he was already holding. "Hang in there buddy," Rude whispered softly. "You're gonna get well real soon." He wished he believed his own words. He could feel Loz's fever radiating through his palm and it frightened him. Even though the remnant's shattered leg, the source of the infection, had been removed from just below the knee, it didn't mean the infection would clear up right away. In fact, the doctors claimed it would take a few more days for the antibiotics that were being pumped intravenously through Loz's system to work their magic. Rude wondered if the man had a few more days left.

The Turk said a silent prayer to Gaia, 'Great Lady, I think I've finally found someone, please don't take him yet.'

Rude knew he had no right to ask the planet for anything, not after all the damage he had directly and indirectly caused, but at his point, he felt he had nowhere else to turn.

If anyone would have told him two weeks ago that he would be sitting in a hospital room praying for the recovery of the remnant that had once kicked his ass, Rude would have laughed in their face. But now...he didn't want Loz to die. He wanted the silver fighter to get well, and if that meant praying, so be it.

"Mother...cure..." the voice was cracked, horse from drugs and sleep. A sharp pain stabbed through the bald man. To think the remnant would be calling out to 'That Bitch' at such a time was enough to break his heart. It was best if Rude just attributed the calling for 'Mother' to the med's Loz was taking because he couldn't fathom how the oldest child of Sephiroth could be wanting Jenova to help him after all she had put he and his brothers through.

"G...inactive cells...dead..."

Something about what Loz had just said caused the hairless Turk to lift his head from it's position of rest against Loz's chest. A sharp memory washed over him. The term 'inactive cells' suddenly summoned to mind the image of Zack Fair, the SOLDIER who always seemed to have a smile on his lips and laughter in his eyes. Why he would think of the long dead SOLDIER he had no clue.

He was startled to find the silver brut's glowing emerald eyes open. He peered down into his hopefully-soon-to-be boyfriend's face, but the glazed look on Loz's features told Rude that the man didn't see him. Loz was looking through Rude, into a place the rest of us can't follow.

"Project...Gillian...cure"

"Holy fucking Gaia," the pierced Turk spat, then instantly muttered an apology to the offended planet. He now understood why he had thought of Zack Fair. It was all tied into 'The Crisis.' The series of events that lead to the death of all 1st Class SOLDIER operatives, (well that's what was believed at the time. Only Sephiroth hadn't died and neither had Genesis obviously), the death of it's director Lazard Deusericus, and the subsequent destruction of the village of Nibelheim.

It was all somehow related to Genesis Rhapsodos.

Rude gently released the unblinking man's hand, stood, and pulled his PHS out from his inner jacket pocket. He only had to press one button.

"Tseng," Rude spoke into the mouthpiece only a moment later. "The Crisis, Sir, do you remember it?"

"Is your line secure?" was the response the Turk leader gave. One of the many things Rude respected about his boss was that the man was always on top of his game.

"It is Sir."

"Then yes, I remember it. How could I ever forget?"

"Sir," Rude knew this was a sore subject for Tseng, but hopefully they wouldn't have to revisit too much of the past. "I have reason to believe," he flashed a glance to Loz who was still staring wide-eyed at him, mumbling the same phrases over and over again, "that Genesis Rhapsodos is the cure for whatever is wrong with..." Rude almost called Loz by name, but he had to remain professional when speaking with his boss, "the subject."

"And why do you say that?" came the question from the other line of the phone.

Rude remembered overhearing Kadaj tell Rufus once that Loz was psychic, and right now, the Turk was inclined to agree.

"Because he's awake right now, talking about project Gillian being the cure."

Tseng remained quiet for a bit before announcing, "alright, wait until morning, and then call Yazoo's room. Have him and Genesis meet us there at the hospital. I will inform Rufus as soon as he wakes up."

Though Rude was glad Tseng believed him, he had to wonder if waiting until tomorrow would be too late. He didn't hesitate to voice his concern.

"Rude, I do understand you are worried about the subject, we all are, for different reasons of course. However, it's 3 o'clock in the morning, nothing can be accomplished at this hour. Try to get some sleep and I will make sure everyone meets you at the hospital around 9."

"Very good Sir." And that would be the end of the discussion, though for the first time in a painstakingly long week, Rude felt a glimmer of hope.

"And Rude, do get some sleep. That's an order."

"Yes Sir."

Genesis was still fuming when he touched down at the opening of the cave. How dare that clone of Sephiroth compare him to the dead general, and then top it off by saying he hero worshiped the man. Gen really had almost dropped Yazoo when he said that.

He had given up his chance to stay with Sephiroth permanently just so he could be with Yaz, but to be fair, Yazoo didn't know that.

And that shit about his wing! Honestly he had had it for so long now that it was just another part of him, a part he took for granted. It wasn't like he was trying to hid it from his fiancé. Had he known that Yaz would trip like this, he would have shown it to him when the night they met in the desert. However, as Genesis had learned long ago, there is no changing the past.

The auburn angel was considering returning to Nibelheim to retrieve his lover (though he would not apologize, he did feel bad for leaving him stranded) when something that sounded like glass shattering issued forth from inside the cave. Drawing Rapier, Genesis rushed in without a second though.

The interior of the earthen structure was lit by a natural crystals infused heavily with Mako, giving the red mage perfect visibility. The cave, walls slick with shimmering moister, went in a few hundred feet before tapering off into a tunnel. The tunnel wasn't high enough for Genesis to walk perfectly upright, so he had to hunch his shoulders so as not to scrape his head. However, the natural hallway was wide enough to fit three of him standing side by side.

Genesis took the twists and turns of the rocky corridor as quickly as his feet would carry him, knowing all the while he was descending deeper into the planet. He made his way through without incident, sending a quick prayer to Gaia that the tunnel had been monster free.

The tunnel let out into an enormous cavern. In here was the light source, a free standing Mako well bubbling and crackling with blue-white energy. Crystals, some bigger than he was, all alight with Mako, jetted out of the walls, floor, and hung down from the stone ceiling. Also no more than 30 feet in front on him, back facing, was the bane of Gaia's existence.

The being stood naked in the form that Gen had seen at the Gold Saucer, once the frame of Loz had melted away. It's silver hair flowed like a waterfall down to the floor, it's body perfectly muscular, identifying it as male, and one wing, so much like his own, protruded from the left side of it' shoulder. However, what drew Genesis' attention was heavy cords of greyish-pink hunks of skin, veins clearly visible, shooting out from different points in the creatures back, undulating in jerky spasms. 'The fucker has tentacles' Genesis though, clearly disturbed.

Genesis then noticed the figure it was standing about, and though he couldn't clearly make out features, the waves of chestnut hair, shapely, long legs, and high-healed feet, lead Genesis to assume the person the creature was towering over was Sephiroth's mother.

The SOLDIER went into action. Syphoning the power of the Mako spring, his body acting as a conduit, Gen ran his gloved hand down the flat of his blade, and Rapier glowed with raw magic. The auburn fighter tensed his muscles and leveled the tip of his second true love with the back of the neck of the planet killer. With but one beat of his own wing, Genesis was launched forward, feet barely connecting with the ground in his rush toward his and Gaia's enemy.

The creature had no warning as the beloved sword struck true. The point slipped through cascading silver silk before ripping through flesh, chipping bone, cutting muscle, then finally, once again tasting skin, as the blade exited through the front of the beings neck.

Thick crimson-black life fluid covered the woman clad in white lying on the cold, rock-hard flooring. It was a grotesque contrast, scarlet ichor against virgin snow.

The creature made a gurgling noise as both of it's delicate hands went to the wound-causing object as if trying to dislodge it. Genesis yanked on the hilt of Rapier, and cutting through more skin, pulled his weapon free. The creature's head was left attached only by muscle and sinew.

The warrior continued his assault. Sword arm crossed his chest, blade high over his opposite shoulder, he brought Rapier down in a flashing diagonal arch, slicing the monsters wing, severing a tentacle, and opening more skin. If the being still had it's vocal cords intact, it would have scream at the searing pain, however, all it could do was make a strange strangled sound.

Genesis wasn't done yet. Following up his downward slash, he twisted his arm expertly, and swung his weapon upward, cutting again into the marble white body, in another diagonal slash, removing a second cord of veiny rope. The silver-haired alien now had a bloody 'X" carved into his back.

The creature, who's name, Morax, was only known to itself, fell to one knee due to damage and pain. He hadn't been expecting Gaia's crimson champion. He had believed the red-head dead, yet here he was, slicing him to ribbons.

The Second Calamity refused to be felled so easily. Taking two actions simultaneously, it forced it's body to mend all it's wounds, while willing its back tendrils raise, harden to points and thrust.

Genesis, still on the offensive, had to react quickly to the counter-strike. He half jumped, half flew backwards in an attempt to dodge the creatures tentacle attack. He avoided the majority of the spiked flesh, however, one managed to piece his left biceps, thankfully missing his sword arm, but it was enough. The warrior-wizard grunted in pain as his world inexplicitly started to darken slightly.

Morax understood that Gaia's champion was too strong to be defeated as he was. The inactive, dead sister cells kept his body well guarded. The creature had to break the fighter down another way before he could claim a victory.

The auburn one-winged angel suddenly felt trapped. The now healed being spun on him, yet the tentacle was still lodged deep in his muscle. As the monster faced him, their eyes met clashing. Glowing green orbs, reptilian in motivation, held the ex-SOLDIER captive.

The thing was in his mind, breaking down his capacity to make his own choices. Genesis was being invaded, raped, stripped of self, forced to submit to the will behind glacier emerald.

"Disarm yourself," the monster commanded.

Genesis tried to fight off the demand, and struggled to keep his fingers curled around Rapier. It was a futile battle. Soon his digits loosened and open opened. The shimmering red blade tumbled to the rocky floor.

Another tentacle flashed forward, the tip stopping at the hollow of Genesis' throat. The magus glared icy dagger when ordered to step forward.

Gen took a step and the appendage pierced him, he felt a trickle of blood ooze down the front of his neck. The thing beckoned with his hand. "Come closer."

The silver, world-destroyer was going to make the hero kill himself by being impaled on the fleshy cord, and Gen was powerless against it. There was nothing in the world the auburn angel hated more than feeling helpless. He mentally screamed at his feet to cease, to listen to him. His body refused to listen.

Genesis strode forward, and the gash in his throat opened wider, there was more blood. The angel felt his life's liquid flowing freely for the second time that week. He now had trouble breathing and he could taste the blood on his tongue.'Dear Gaia, NO! Don't let it end like this.' His brain formed the words easy enough, yet his lips made no sound. One more step would finish him off.

"Closer, dear boy," the next Jenova issued the final command.

As if an answer to Genesis' silent prayer, a figured that had been neglected behind the Calamity moved. In her hand she held a large glowing shard of her broken resting place. She never hesitated as she ducked under the tentacles and drove the sharp end of the crystal deep into the monster's side.

Having just been punctured by a piece of the life-stream made manifest, Morax howled out his pain. It was as if someone had poured liquid fire into his side and it was rapidly spreading into his gut.

The spell that held Genesis enthralled, fizzled and he regained his free will. He leapt of the stabbing instrument, and though weakened from his wound, he raised his right hand. Magic gathered around him.

During his first year as a SOLDIER Genesis had discovered he had the ability to use magic without the aid of materia, the stones just made it easier and was less of a drain on his own personal power.

He pushed the energy forth from his body and gurgled out a shouted "Hell Fire!"

A circle of red glowing magic appeared before him, laced with intricate patterns and symbols.

Stooping to retrieve Rapier, Genesis then made a mad dash toward the woman, who was thankfully running toward him. He scooped her up in one arm, and before Ifrit could make an appearance on this plane of reality, the pair was barreling through the tunnel, fleeing the heat and carnage that would soon arrive.

As soon as Gen tasted the cool nighttime surface air, his grip around Sephiroth's maternal mother tighten and the moment they exited the cave, he took to the sky.

"Yazzy," the baby whined into the phone, "do you know what time it is?"

"Hn." The middle child snorted.

"Okay, okay, its four, Yazzy"

"He left me." Yazoo's tone dripped with venom, "he flew away and fucking left me stranded in this goddess forsaken town."

Kadaj rubbed his eyes, "who did what,...where?"

"Genesis! He left me in Nibelheim."

"What are you talken bout Yazzy. You're dreaming. Go back to sleep and weave me awone." Kadaj had this annoying habit of reverting to baby talk when he was half asleep.

"Kadaj, listen to me," there was a pause, "you know what, never mind. Just fuck it Kadaj."

"Kay Yazzy. I love you too, nigh nigh."

Kadaj closed his phone and curled back up against his sleeping lover.