A/N: Okay, this one took forever to type but I can't say I like it. And since my Internet is about dead, I'll just say thanks for the review kbandy. =) I feel special.


His eyes were closed and he held the red materia loosely in his hand as he concentrated on summoning it. Bahamut sat behind him like a spynx and waited for the moment its brother would arrive. As Carson's energy level rose, the familiar red light shot out of the red sphere and hit the middle of the lake.

The light began to bounce off imaginary mirrors, forming the outline of a beast, even bigger then Bahamut and once the outline was finished the colours seemed to leek in from the red lines until a large red dragon hovered over the lake.

It's stomach was yellow, and the rest of its scales shone like rubies, and it spread its large black and red wings and hovered over to land near Bahamut, tail swishing lazily and long claws leaving deep cuts in the grounds.

The two dragons seemed to regard each other for a moment before the red one leapt onto the black one and sank its fangs in its younger brothers neck. Bahamut gave a cry. A terrible sound and Carson felt his heart shatter as his large friend suffered.

Red guy pushed Bahamut over and flared its wings out to show its size and put one claw on the smooth red scales and it's tail wrapped around itself before it lowered its head and snorted black smoke clouds in Bahamut's face.

Then whatever was wrong seemed to be resolved and Red backed off and sat down like a cat, tail wrapped around it's self and wings folded on its back and Bahamut sat up and cleaned dirt off of its red stomach scales.

Bahamut, are you okay? Carson asked, nervously walking up to the dragon and putting a hand on one of the black scales.

Do I look all right? Bahamut snapped, caging him between his shiny claws.

Carson put his hands on the claws and stared out of them like the people in prison do. He looked up and seemed to contemplate this for a while and nodded his head and he was sure he saw the dragon roll his eyes at him.

Why did your brother attack you? Carson asked as Bahamut removed his claw.

You don't have any brothers, do you? Bahamut chuckled.

No, but I have a sister... or two.

Eh... females, even worse.

They aren't that bad.

Only a human would say that.

Carson smiled and walked to the lakes edge and dipped his jacket in it, before returning to Bahamut's side and scraping away the dirt on its stomach and some blood on its neck, as the dragon seemed to heal itself half-heartedly.

Red stood and walked over to Carson and put its head on the ground in front of him to get a better look at the human. It turned its head to the side as it stared, and then picked him up in a claw and put him in between its wing joints.

Um... What is he doing? Carson questioned.

He says he likes you, Bahamut replied, looking at his older brother carefully.

And does he have a name?

Neo Bahamut. Neo if that is to confusing for you.

"Hello Neo," Carson said softly, scratching the crease between two of the ruby coloured scales gently.

The dragon bowed its head in acceptance and turned its gaze to its brother and they seemed to be having a conversation he couldn't quite understand. But both would occasionally look at him and he would stare blankly back.

XOXOXOX

"How's the OSS coming along?" Weir asked a few days later, looking at Rodney half-heartedly.

"Finished it this morning, and was helping put some supplies in baskets," Rodney replied, gesturing at the crops behind him, "They said they would wait for the rest to finish growing before we were to take them."

"Makes plenty of sense," Elizabeth thought, "And any news of the Wraith?"

"They apparently haven't been to the Lupus-Cruor planet for a long time," McKay shrugged.

"I see," Weir frowned, "I wonder what happened to them."

"Maybe it's like 'Steve' said, maybe they have gathered forces and are looking for us," Rodney shook his head sadly, "I can think of no other excuse."

"I guess we pray Carson comes soon then," Elizabeth sighed, and Rodney nodded.

XOXOXOX

He looked into the mirror and saw the reflection of a boy he never knew. Nothing was the same between them at all. The hair, eyes, skin... all of those belonged to him but they weren't his anymore.

And a sudden anger surged through him as he slammed his fist down upon the mirror and yet it didn't crack. It still stood in one peace, showing the reflection of the male he wasn't back to him.

He slid his fingers behind the edge of the mirror and tugged gently. And with a soft 'pop' it was off the wall and in his hands. Behind the mirror stood a small black sphere waiting for someone to take it.

It seemed to call out to him, urging him to use its power. But it was as if it only spoke his name. Everyone else avoided this lavatory, saying there was something evil about it. But what could possibly be so evil about a mirror, sanitizer and toilet?

No one was quite sure, but they claimed to feel an evil energy in it, that no machine could detect. And so they avoided it. Well, except for those few ancients immune to its call, so one little boy in it was no big mystery.

And behind the mirror was a hollow shelf, as if made just for hiding the sphere behind. No one else had noticed it, no one else cared that the mirrors could be removed. No one else cared but him.

He knew the sphere would be safe, and yet he never could quite stand the bathroom. Because whenever he went to it he saw him in the mirror, glaring back at him through dark eyes, as if daring him to test him.

And he couldn't break the mirror. No matter how hard he tired, he was never able to break the mirror. And he tired everything he could think of save blowing it up with a gun or getting a jumper to zap it.

Silently, he grabbed the sphere and put in into his pocket, replaced the mirror and stared at his reflection again. They said mirrors told the truth, but they didn't. There was no way a mirror could tell the truth.

Because he didn't have long hair or dark eyes and scratches from getting into fights, he was a sweet child, an innocent child. But the mirror lied to him, ever since he met her the mirror has been lying to him.

And he couldn't force himself to change because he wouldn't let him. His body and mind were for him to control now, until he got the summoning right. Which had to be soon, so he could cut his hair and join the others in a game of tag.

But would they let him, after what he had done to him? The same bitter thoughts ran through his head as he stared at the reflection in the mirror, cursing its very existence once more.

XOXOXOX

Aerith lay down on her bed, arms folded behind her head and brown hair out of its ponytail. Her eyes were half closed, and she was muttering words softly under her breath that even she couldn't hear.

The splash of the waves below kept her awake, and the window was open to let in the ocean breeze and the nightly sounds. Not that there was much to hear. They were to far from land to hear the birds, and other beasts.

And staying in Neo Midgar was almost as bad as being in the cell was. It didn't matter, she was still in prison no matter how metaphorically it was. Cetra weren't meant to be stuck in the ocean, it was too hard to talk to the Planet.

She needed to get to dry land soon or she was going to snap, she couldn't remember being gone for so long. Not even the boar to Costa Del Sol because that was only a few hours...

Maybe she would talk to Weir about it, maybe she would let her step through the 'Gate to one of the other planets they already went to for half an hour or so. It could happen, and anyways she needed to replenish her energy.

She rolled out of her bed and walked to the windowsill and looked outside half heartedly, before sitting on it and watching the gentle rippling effect that the water had, similar to that of the Stargate.

The Stargate... it was amazing how everything seemed to revolve around that little stone ring. Okay, so it wasn't little but still... A whole civilization that revolved around that single Stargate.

Kind of creepy and yet impressive at the same time.

But she had problems with being part of that civilization, no matter how small her part was. There was something eerie that she was uncomfortable with about being so dependent on the Stargate.

Or maybe she was just simply drained from being so far from land. It would be nice for Bahamut to attack, send them through the gate to a planet they knew was safe. It all seemed nice and good.

Except the fact that a few people might be hurt in the process.

But one must be ready for such events, she thought grimly as she turned back to her bed to get some sleep.

XOXOXOX

McKay rubbed his temple, watching one of the doctors take care of a young child and he sighed, and remembered that Beckett wasn't here to take care of his wounds in the middle of the night anymore.

And Aerith, the only doctor he felt remotely comfortable with apparently went to bed half an hour ago. The female with the child smiled, kissed the top of his head and shooed him away before turning to McKay.

"What's yer problem?" She asked, cocking a thin red eyebrow.

"Aren't you one of the-?"

"Yes, but that isn't important," The woman smiled faintly, "What's wrong with ye?"

"Oh, Just a burn that I got earlier," McKay shrugged.

The woman giggled and nodded before going to get some cream to put on it. He was slightly startled that she had a really soft touch and the way her bangs never fell in her face... he wondered if the woman had some sort of gel for that.

"There," She smiled stepping away looking at him.

"Um, yeah thanks," McKay said standing.

She nodded and looked out a window and he saw her face sadden. It didn't surprise him to see the woman's reaction. A lot of the female's had taken quite a likening to the doctor, and he had heard news of a teen saying that they fed him to the Wraith as a sacrifice and another, this one a girl, burst into tears denying it.

It was the one that liked to stalk Beckett, and play with stuff in McKay's lab. She had some sort of strange name, Mems or something like that. He couldn't really say he liked her though.

Not that he liked a lot of children.

Most were simply too loud and annoying to him and had to know exactly what was going on. He remembered having problems with his nephew... and he shivered in memory.

He chuckled lightly and shook his head. He was in a whole another galaxy and he didn't really miss the annoying little child.

When he got back to his lab he continued to tamper with the little palm pilot looking thing that had burned him earlier.


A/N: XD Sorry if it was slow, I suddenly got writer's block. Oh, and updates will be slow as I start school Monday. ::cries::