Mission…

"Hey Quisty!" Selphie exclaimed as Quistis sat down next to her friends. "Come and sit over here!"

Will Instructor Trepe please report to the bridge…immediately. The intercom static blared. Quistis sighed and rolled her eyes. "Hey Squall, know what this is about?"

Squall paused to think, "Not that I can think of. Go find out." Then he turned back to Rinoa. Quistis rolled her eyes at the sight of those two so into each other. It made her sick, so she headed for the bridge.

The boots of Quistis echoed in the empty halls of the elaborately made Garden as she headed for the bridge. She saw Cid as she stepped out from the elevator. He had a stern, stressed out look on his face.

"Sir?" Quistis asked, worriedly. "What's the matter? What's wrong?" she came up to him as Cid gave a heavy, tired sigh.

"Oh Quistis, my dear…things seem to get more complicated everyday when you're my age.." Cid walked slowly to his desk and sat down, with seemingly great difficulty. Quistis sat on the leather seat in front of him with a concerned look on her face.

"You're being sent on a mission." Cid began.

"A mission, sir? I've been on missions before, hell, you know I helped save the world." Quistis sat confused as to why the older man was so tense.

"It's not that, young one. You're on a mission to…find Seifer Alamsy, to bring him back to Garden and have a proper trial. He will most likely be executed." The olden man explained with great pain.

"Alamsy, eh? About time we he gets what he deserves." Quistis said indifferently. "May I ask sir, why would you get so stressed out about him?"

"Sweet, innocent Quistis, you have much to learn. You see, Seifer is my…my son."

Quistis stared blankly in a daze of astonishment. "…Excuse me?"

"Yes you heard correctly. He is my baby boy."

"Does he know about this? Who's the mother? Matron?"

At this he sighed. "All in good time… and no he doesn't know and the mother is…not Edea, not your Matron."

She blinked her eyes in shock. Woah! It was a lot of information for her to take in all at once. "Then who is?"

"It doesn't matter now…she's dead."

"Oh god…" she looked down at her feet, not knowing what to say.

"You don't have to say anything, Quistis, my dear. You do what you must."

"If, I may ask, sir, why would you choose me to take this kind of assignment?" she asked in an unusually timid voice.

"Because, only you, dear Quistis, have the strength as well as the maturity for this. I trust you," replied the headmaster, in a sad voice.

She sat there a few moments longer taking in the information.

"Tomorrow at 600 hours, you will go to Timber, where he is in hiding, arrest him and escort him back to Balamb Garden."

Quistis sucked in a deep healing breath and arose to salute her superior. "Yes, sir!"

As she turned to leave, the headmaster called her once more. "Oh and Quistis! Good luck."

"Should I tell him the truth?"

"No, I should."

"Good luck to you too, sir." With that she stepped into the awaiting elevator.