Summary: Laura was just your average woman, until a freak accident involving her television set, the Advent Children dvd, and lightning strike transported her to Gaia. And that's only the beginning of the story!

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own FFVII or Advent Children. Just a single copy of the movie. Now put the pitchforks and torches away.

Queen's Quornor: More problems with figuring out how the hell to get this fic to the point where I want it to be. So, this is two years after the last chapter. There is going to be one more year-jump sequence coming up next, but the second part of the plot shall begin after that. I've got it all mapped out after that point, but bear with me until I get to that point. It shouldn't be too long, I promise! Yeah, I know there are immunosupressent drugs that can help in this situation, but I'm being mean to Laura here for a reason. Just trust me on that. There is a reason why Livia is alive and the others aren't, but I'll get to that later. And... I must confess that I am a review whore. So, reviews please!!!

Shouldn't Be Alive

Livia proved to be an intelligent, loving child. She adored her father, following him around constantly as he tinkered with his custom-made Harley and practiced his swordplay every evening. Laura had to admit that she was a little jealous of Kadaj's relationship with their daughter, but she didn't complain. Livia was a delight, and there would be more children as soon as they stopped using protection again. Surely one of them would be her kid as much as Livia was Kadaj's.

Except...

There weren't any more kids.

It made no sense. Livia had been concieved (as far as Laura could tell) on the night she had lost her virginity to Kadaj. Extreme fertility seemed to run in her family, and she and Kadaj were having sex every night as soon as their daughter had gone to bed. So why wasn't she getting pregnant?

She decided to find out, and set up an appointment with her OB/Gyn.

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Laura was sitting on the couch reading, Evanescence playing on the stereo. Kadaj was due home in a few hours, and Livia was at a kiddie day camp in Central Park. She had three hours of uninterrupted peace in front of her. Sighing happily as she relaxed into the cushions, she reached for her glass of wine and turned the page.

The phone rang.

Glaring at the noisy intrusion, she perversely decided to stay where she was and let the answering machine pick it up. Kitchen's so far away, and I'm so comfortable... Unless it's an emergency, I'm not getting up.

The machine clicked on after the fourth ring. "This is the Cavern of Clan Kerrington. If you are trying to reach Laura, the Resident Matriarch, her mate Ken, or their baby, Livia, please leave a message after the hoot." A sound much akin to a gibbon howling erupted from the answering machine, making Laura snicker. The monkeys at the zoo had been so obliging that day.

"Hello Laura. This is your OB and gynocologist, Dr. Harris. I was going to tell you this in person, but I'm going to be out of town for a few days and so I decided the phone was better than keeping you hanging. I have the results back from your tests, and I'm afraid it's bad news..."

Laura was in the kitchen with the phone to her ear before her book finished falling to the floor. "Hello, doctor? This is Laura."

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod... Why can't I get pregnant?

"Laura, this is not going to be easy to hear. But the results are indisputable." The doctor's voice hjad taken on the solemn, slightly-sad-but-totally-professional tone any patient dreaded to hear. Laura felt her pulse racing, and swallowed hard.

"What were the results?"

"I honestly have no idea how you could have concieved and carried your daughter to full term. By all medical rights, she shouldn't be alive."

What?

Quit stalling! Why can't I get pregnant? Tell me!

"You see, Laura... Your uterus..." There was a sigh on the other line. "Well, to put it simply, you have a genetic condition which causes your immune system to attack any fertilized eggs that come into your uterus. You can't get pregnant because your own body is killing the babies before they become fetuses.

Laura fell back against the wall, her boneless legs sliding out from under her so she slid limply to the floor, shocked. It can't be... No. No! "Are you sure?" she whispered.

"Absolutely."

"Isn't there a drug or something I can take?"

"There is a drug, but it's still in the experimental stage and it's extremely expensive. I'm so sorry, Laura. I know how badly you wanted more children."

Want... But can't have.

Laura thanked the doctor with a wooden voice and switched off the phone, then curled up as the tears began to fall.

By the time Kadaj got home, Laura had moved to the bedroom and buried herself beneath the blankets, unable to stop the tears. From her nest, she heard him calling her name but found herself unable to voice a reply. Instead she just burrowed deeper into the mattress and curled tighter around her treacherous womb.

Why me? Why?

"Laura?" She heard the bedroom door open, and the soft creak of footsteps across the floor. Something made the bed dip down behind her, and she didn't resist as the blankets were gently peeled away from her upper body. "Laura, what's wrong?"

His concern made her feel twice as miserable, and more tears leaked from the corners of her swollen blue eyes. He wants more kids as much as I do... And I can't give them to him!

Kadaj slipped his arms around her and pulled her up from the sheet, settling her on his lap against his shoulder. Stroking her dark brown hair away from her eyes, he tried to get her to talk to him. "Laura, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"You can't help me with this," she choked out. "Not even God can help me with this."

"Could you at least tell me what's made you so upset? You don't cry this easily."

He's your husband. He has a right to know... Even if he leaves you for it.

"Kadaj, I..." She fisted her hand tightly in his shirt, thankful on a subconscious level that he did not have a hairy chest. Otherwise, he would have thrown her off him with a yell right then. "Don't leave me. Please don't leave me."

"Laura, I promised I wouldn't leave you. Never again." He hugged her softly, and kissed her brow. "I married you, didn't I?"

But you won't stay with me when you hear what I have to tell you. What man would?

"Yes, you did."

"So what did you have to tell me?"

"Well..." Now or never. And he definately has to know. "You remember how I went to see Dr. Harris for some tests a few days ago, right?"

Kadaj nodded, still stroking her hair.

"I...got the test back today."

"And what were the results?"

Deep breath. Now... Go! "Umm...Imnotcapableofhavinganymorebabies," she mumbled.

"What?" The hand on her hair stilled. "Say it again."

"Icanthaveanybabies."

"Slower."

She hid her face against his neck, terrified that she was about to lose him again. "I can't have anymore babies. The doctor said there's no possible way I could ever carry another child. I can concieve, but the moment it enters my uterus my immune system attacks and kills it. That's why I haven't been able to get pregnant. My body kills our children before their life can even begin."

She felt him go stiff and still beneath her. "So Livia is all we'll ever have?"

"Yes."

Laura didn't know what she was expecting. For him to dump her off his lap, curse her, and storm out of her life, never to be seen again. For him to take Livia and abandon her on the streets. For him to leave her for a prettier, younger woman with larger breasts and a definate possibility of giving him children.

Instead, his grip became more gentle, and he relaxed, pulling her more tightly against him. This tiny gesture spoke volumes to Laura's beleagured mind.

She lifted her head and gave him an amazed look. "You...aren't going to leave?"

Kadaj shook his head. "I came to Earth for you. I married you. I won't leave you again." He hugged her again. "Yes, I wanted a big family. But we do have Livia. And if worse comes to worse, we can always adopt or something. But I'm not leaving."

He's staying... Even though I can't give him the family he wanted...

His reassurance made her feel better, but she still felt incomplete, like half a woman. And so the tears came again, soaking into his shirt as he rested his head against her own in shared sorrow for the children they had already lost...

And the ones they would never have.