Disclaimers 'n' crap: Haihai peeps! First of all…I BEAT MGS 2! No, that's not a typo. I can't get MGS 3 because I don't have a PS2. So, in an ironic twist of fate (because 1. I want to put up some more Star Wars fics, that being my NORMAL OBSESSION. 2. I just said, I've never played MGS 3. And 3. We're learning about the Cold War in Social Studies class), here's the beginning of a ficcie about that gay Russian guy who doesn't give you a Time Paradox when you kill him in MGS 3: Ivan Raidenovich Raikov. Being the Raiden nut that I am (no, playing MGS 2 did NOT change my opinion about him OR Rosemary), I knew I HAD to write a fic about his parents. So, here 'tis. And, yes, this fic DOES tie in with The Crystal Journeys. THEY ALL DO. I only own Dr. Marilyn Flynn (you can probably guess who she gets knocked-up to be). Enjoy.

A/N: This is a revised chapter

He didn't know it, but he was unconscious. He didn't know it, but he had been badly wounded by the greatest warrior of the 20th century. He didn't know it, but he was a Russian in America. Consciousness slowly began to return to him. It felt, to him, a great effort just opening his light blue eyes, and then he closed them again. The room he was in was far too bright. He tried opening them again and the room swam in and out of focus. He had a large headache, and no memories.

Where am I? Who am I? he thought to himself. His body felt weak, but he was lying on something comfortable. I must be in bed or something, he thought Strange, I remember language and what a bed is, but I don't remember anything about meHe started to hear voices around him, then footsteps. Were people leaving or entering the room? He heard a door shut and someone walking towards him. Other than that, the room was silent. They must be alone. He turned and looked at the doctor.

"Ivan Raidenovich Raikov?" she said.

"Is…that my name?" said Raikov with what little energy he had.

"Hmm," said the doctor, smiling "So you do speak English…"

"What else would I be spe…" he froze. Memories were starting to come back to him, and all of them were of Russia. "I can speak Russian," he thought out loud.

"Can you remember anything else?" said the doctor.

"Russia…" said Raikov, feeling more of his strength returning "America…the Cold War…Cuban Missile Crisis…agggghhh…" His headache was getting worse. He clapped his hands to his head.

"Don't hurt yourself," said the doctor.

"What's your name?" said Raikov.

"Dr. Marilyn Flynn, M.D," said the doctor.

"How do you know mine?" said Raikov "What happened to me?" She's beautiful.

"You were at Groznyi Grad when you were attacked by a man now code-named Big Boss, but he was code-named Naked Snake when he got you," said Marilyn "Apparently he stole your uniform, stuffed you in a locker and left you for dead. When my medical unit heard about the scuffle up there, we were sent there and I found you. Being a spy for the US, I felt it would be best to bring you back here."

"And where is 'here'?" said Raikov.

"St. Vincent's Hospital, New York City," said Marilyn "Welcome to the Big Apple." She smiled. Raikov tried to smile too. He had heard about New York, about America. He didn't remember where he'd heard it though. He didn't remember anyone he used to know. He was in a strange place with few memories, he was weak, he didn't know what was going to happen to him, and his headache was getting worse. It was all so frustrating. He gripped his head tighter and furrowed his brow. He inadvertently grunted and suddenly broke into uncontrollable sobs. He buried his face in the pillow and held it close to him. He felt so alone. Just as she had when she brought Raikov to the States, Marilyn pitied the young man. She knelt down next to him and took him in her arms, gently stroking him.

I've made a friend already? thought Raikov as Marilyn ran her fingers through his pale-blonde hair in a calming motion. Well, at least I have someone in the US who already cares about me.

"Shhhhh," said Marilyn softly and kissed his forehead "I'll take you to see my commanding officer tomorrow and he'll explain everything to you. Don't worry, you're safe here. You're not in Russia anymore."

"I…f-feel…s-s-so alone," Raikov stammered through his tears.

"I'll take care of you," said Marilyn "You're in good hands. I promise." Within a few minutes, Raikov had cried himself to sleep. Marilyn sat by his bedside all night, holding one of his hands in hers, wondering if she could really be falling in love with someone from 'the other side of the curtain'.

Maybe I just wrote this because I watched "Moscow on the Hudson" earlier this week (there was a sex scene in that movie O.O). I honestly don't know whether or not I'll continue this fic, but if you want me to…