A/N: Okay, yet another chapter in this crappy story. is down at the moment and I wish it wasn't... Grr... Oh well... Nothing to rant about right now...
Noticed I didn't do this earlier . I do not own FFVII or SGA. I don't see why I bother to put that because you all know that I don't and its not like I'm doing this for money...
Chapter Three: Everything you need to know has already been said.
Voices echoed around him, soft tapping of feet, the whir of machines, The Rustle of fabrics... All the sounds mixed and blended into one. A soft and angelic voice.
But he could not hear the words that they spoke to him. It was in one ear and out the other, not bothering to let him register what was being said.
And he was standing alone in a field of flowers, but something wasn't right... It was almost as if everything he saw was fake.
He stood on a large chunk of earth, with the field of flowers on it. The sky, the ground... hell, everything else was a beautiful mixture of blue and green.
And the moon hung up above the field, along with the sun and the planet. They would slowly revolve around each other, as if the chunk of land didn't exist.
And stars...
The stars were so crisp and clear.
The kind of star that you could only find in the country back home, away from people and buildings. When all there were was the trees and animals all around you.
Back home...
But he wasn't home anymore. He wasn't sure where he was. But he felt like he belonged here.
Alone in the field of flowers, watching as the years went by up on the planet.
He lay down on his back in the middle of the field and closed his tired eyes.
He felt safe here... no one could hurt him here.
'Or is that just what you want to think?' a voice asked him.
"I don't know anymore. Nothing seems to make since..."
'Or maybe, you just aren't listening well enough.'
"Do you think so?"
'I do more then think my child. Now is not your time to be here, there are others you must see before you can return.'
"I don't get it."
'Everything was in my words child, listening carefully. I will send you home now but first...'
One of the stars directly above him seemed to fall from the sky and landed among the flowers. Intrigued, he walked to where it was and picked up the small red sphere. He stared at it with wide eyes and then it seemed to explode and everything was red.
"Are you okay?" a voice questioned him.
"Yes... I think I am..." he breathed.
"Do you know where you are?"
"No..."
"Do you know what happened?"
"No..."
"Do you know who you are?"
"I am the Chosen One..."
"This isn't good... you, go fetch Weir. I'm not getting this at all."
"Everything you need to know has been spoken..." he said softly.
"Eh? Can you open your eyes sir?"
He slowly opened one eye and saw a woman standing over him in a white coat over the Atlantis uniform. He was lying on a cot with a thin blanket pulled over him. He was clutching something in the palm of his hand.
He stared at the ceiling as people passed around him, going on with their daily business.
The soft voices, tapping feet, humming of machines and rustle of clothes were no longer a single sound. They were all their own sounds. Each was completely different and having nothing to do with the others.
Someone stood over him, but he couldn't make out whom they were. Two more people were there, and someone clutched his free hand tightly, whispering soft words under her breath.
And he felt better.
It was almost as if her whisperings were healing all the pains and aches in his body, and making him whole again. And it was a warm feeling, and not at all unwanted.
And when she stopped, he felt better then he had in many, many years. Not since childhood.
'Back when you could get by with skinned knees.'
"I remember..." he murmured, still staring blankly at the ceiling.
"I beg your pardon?" a woman asked.
'Back when you didn't know what pain was.'
"When I was a kid..."
A faint smile spread over his lips and he closed his eyes once more, drifting into unconsciousness.
"Will he be okay?"
"The doctor will be fine soon."
"How soon?"
"Its only a matter of time. No one is sure really. He seemed to go through a miraculous leap in recovery when you came when I called."
"Any idea what that was?"
"It was my magic," a new voice said.
"Pardon Aerith?"
They were sitting in the conference room once more, Shepard, Aerith, Weir, Ford, Teyla, McKay and a nurse woman. They all turned to face the dark haired Cetra, waiting for an explanation.
"I have the ability to cast healing spells because of something called Materia," Aerith said slowly, "which is the other form Mako energy can take. Each Materia has its own separate use and element. The one I used on Carson earlier was a healing one."
"Can anyone use these Materia?" Weir asked.
"Anyone who knows how," was the simple reply.
"Do you know what happened to him?" Weir asked the nurse.
"Well, all we know is that he was found passed out in one of the lavatories."
"That doesn't sound good," Weir said rubbing her eyes.
"Did he say anything before you called us?" Sheppard asked.
"Only something that he remembered... When he was a kid and everything that I wanted to be explained had already been said. It was almost as if he was talking to someone no one else could see."
"I know what happened to him," Aerith said sighing. Once again, everyone turned to look at her and she cleared her throat and continued, "He has spoken to the Planet. I know how silly that sounds, but listen up. All those with the Cetra gene- I think you called it ATA- are connected to the planet more so then others.
"Sometimes, if the gene is strong enough, they are able to talk to the planet. But to them it is simply a voice in their head. Most would probably end up in mental homes in this day and age."
Aerith sighed and buried her face in her hands, and Teyla rubbed the woman's back quietly as she sat lost in thought. The others seemed to think about this, and Sheppard seemed to stare at her with blank disbelief.
"All those voices I heard as a child..." Sheppard said slowly, "Were of the Planets?"
"I believe so," Aerith nodded, "But sometimes... If the gene is very strong... some are able to enter a dream world created by the Planet for those faithful to it when they need to recover from deadly incidents. One such incident happened to a male named Cloud Strife."
"You've mentioned that name earlier, who is he?" Teyla asked.
"The leader of the rag-tag group AVALANCHE that was out to save the world from Meteor," Aerith sighed.
"Something tells me there is more then that," Weir said quietly.
Aerith didn't respond, and buried her face in her hands again, the bangs poking through her pale fingers whenever they could.
"Will Beckett be okay in this dream world?" McKay asked.
"As long as no one tries to take great quantities of Mako, he will be just fine," Aerith said, her voice muffled, "He can wake up anytime."
"Okay then, Meeting? Dismissed."
Everyone stood and left the room, going to whatever they had been doing before the meeting had started. Aerith stood in the hall and watched as many people passed by, none stopping to say hello, all to busy being wrapped up in their own worlds.
Sighing sadly, Aerith walked down one hall full of the self-absorbed people. The world had indeed turned out worse then she could have wished.
It was almost as if she turned her mind off, her eyes were dazed over as she walked through the empty halls.
Doors and halls branched off in every direction, slowly the all became more deserted as she entered a part of the city not many dared to enter.
It was unexplored land, and therefore viewed as a threat, she thought bitterly. They were more of a threat to each other then the city was to them. Only not one of them would dare admit it.
"Hey you can't go back there!"
The words seemed to bounce of her and she had no reaction what so ever as she continued to walk through the city.
The one who had spoken, stared at her confused, wondering what had happened to the Cetra. His gaze followed her until she was out of sight.
But she didn't stop, she kept going, turning and twisting, taking paths most would have chosen to ignore.
And this continued until she was in an area full of flowers. They grew and bloomed in every colour, and a small house stood next to the entrance of the garden.
She stopped and stared at the plants, wondering how they could have grown at all in the city. In fact they shouldn't be here at all.
None of this should be...
And she shook her head, holding back the tears as she entered the room that was there. A table and chairs sat in the middle of it, on a rug over a tiled floor.
She didn't stop here, and continued on through the room and up the stairs that were there. She pushed open the nearest of two doors and saw a bed and desk there, with a vase and flowers in it.
She left the door wide open and sat down on the bed, and put her head in her hands and cried silently.
She didn't recognize the others presence until the floor creaked under him but she chose to ignore him.
He entered the room and looked around, before sitting on the bed as far away from her as he could with out looking distrustful.
"What is this place?" he asked in a soft voice.
A/N: Sadly... there is still nothing to rant over... ::cries:: only that my hands are sore and I'm going to stop writing tonight. I'll put another chapter or two up tomorrow.
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