A/N- Sorry I haven't updated in, oh say, forever. I haven't had any inspiration. I guess I got some when I saw Revenge of the Sith, but my mind's been formulating a StarWars/StarGate crossover, not this one. It's hard to believe I neglected my baby for so long...

Chapter Thirteen- To solve the mystery...


"You've been out for two days now," Aerith explained to Carson, leading him through the halls to a special section.

The one they had sat up for extreme emergency cases.

Aerith opened the door and walked inside, and Carson looked around the small room. The only sound that could be heard was the gentle beeping of the machines and the breathing of two dragons in human form.

Neo Bahamut sat in a chair close to the foot of his brother's bed, arms folded and using them as a pillow as he slept. Somehow his ruby robes had managed to go through the whole ordeal without so much as a ripped seam, but his pale arms showed where they had been burnt.

Bahamut lay on the bed, most of his skin burnt, and the blanket pulled down as to not brush up against the damaged skin. His torso was carefully wrapped up with a clean bandage, covering his mysterious blade wound.

"Bahamut," Carson said softly, looking at his chart carefully. "He's not getting better?"

"He's been in a coma ever since you brought him out of the fire," Aerith nodded. "Eris flipped, and accused us of murdering you."

"She's such an idiot," Carson smiled good naturedly, but his expression saddened as he looked at Bahamut.

"The two of you were close?" she asked sadly.

"I spent over a month with him, as a partner, and as a friend," Carson nodded, "aye, he's short tempered and foul but he's one of the smartest people- dragon-I've ever met. (Given the fact I've only met a couple of dragons.)"

The two stood in silence for a moment, and Carson brushed the dark hair from his friend's pale face. It was good to know the dragon was alive, but... he was crushed by the news of his friend's injuries.

"There is a way," Aerith said softly, "Maybe... you healed yourself..."

"I don't know," Carson sighed, "I'm not sure how I did that."

That didn't stop the male from clutching the dragon's burned hand and concentrating all his energy on healing him. He felt his hands glow, as the energy slowly weaved itself from him to his dragon companion, erasing the burns from his flesh as it went.

It was slow work, and the patch of flesh that was being cured at the moment let off a soft green glow until it finally faded, leaving Carson breathing heavily. The only sign that Bahamut noticed was the slight twitching of his hand.

Carson lowered his head and felt someone grab his left arm weakly. He turned to see Neo looking up at him, a sad look in his eyes, and shaking his head 'no'. Aerith watched them, before grabbing Carson's arm and leading him from the room to a place where he could rest.

XOXOXOX

"My readings don't lie," the female wraith said, eyes narrowed. "I spent much time working on these. This planet is definitely the place."

"I don't see why to believe that," the younger looking male wraith said.

"It is possible, Kana has never failed to gather information," the older male spoke.

Kana, the female, nodded her head, and held her records close to her chest. It was pointless trying to explain something to these two dunderheads, but it was better then letting the info go to waste.

"You said one other knows. Will we meet him?" the older asked.

"He is busy," Kana replied.

"Oh, really?" the younger said sarcastically.

"He's off on a planet scouting mission," Kana said. "The question is, once he returns, to we tell the big boss, or keep this amongst ourselves."

"I say, we crush the planet before they know what happened," the younger smirked.

"Obviously, that is what we are going to do," the older glared.

"Let's just wait to find out what my friend has learned," Kana grinned, "in the meantime, I have some more info for you..."

XOXOXOX

"Ma'am?" a young Athosian called after Dr. Weir, "Ma'am!"

"What is it- erm, Crys?" Dr. Weir asked, slowing down to walk beside the young female. Or male. One couldn't tell by looking at him... or her.

"We are worried," Crys said, "Everyone's talking about a ghost being on base."

"A ghost?"

"Or at least... it's evil," the younger nodded.

"What do you mean by 'evil'?"

Weir wasn't sure if she believed the younger person, but the worry and fear Crys had was genuine. There was no making up the ghost.

"It's presence... No one's seen it, but we can feel it. And Brother says it's what attacked Jintoh-"

"What?" Weir turned to look at Crys who smiled.

"Brother thinks the phantom is the reason for the fire, and the power surges, too."

"What's your brother's name?"

"Um... I just call him brother, but his real name is..."

Crys frowned, looking up at the ceiling for a moment.

"You don't know your brothers name?"

"Well, we were kicked out of the village when we were little, and our parents died... so there was no one to call him by his name..."

Weir stared at Crys, who shoved his (or her?) hands into their pockets, looking down gloomily.

"Can you bring him to me to talk, later?"

"I'll try," Crys shrugged, "When and where?"

"After lunch in the conference room would be fine."

"So I guess, I'll see you then, ma'am."

"I guess so."

Weir smiled at Crys who waved goodbye and took off in the direction of where 'Brother' was most likely to be.

"The city's people are weird, all right..."

Startled, Weir turned around to see John leaning up against the wall. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. He pushed off the wall and walked next to Weir.

"So, where are you going?" John asked.

"I was on my way to go to the infirmary," Weir said, casting a glance at John, "This Bahamut might be the only one with any idea on the attacker."

"Besides 'Brother'?" John asked, almost sarcastically.

"Yes."

"Come to think of it, I don't remember seeing Crys when she came through the gate. Well, I think Crys is a she. She looks like one."

"Crys looked more like a boy to me."

"With the exception of the braid?"

Weir shrugged.

"I've never seen her with anyone, either way. Except Eris."

"Beckett's stalker?"

Weir gave John a look, and he held his hands up.

"She's always following him around, and she flipped when everyone thought Beckett died."

"I know, but stalker is rather..."

"We're here, Elizabeth."

XOXOXOX

"You're worried." John stated, looking at his commanding officer.

"Yes, this is a... different situation," Weir nodded. "The only one who might now is currently in a coma, half covered in wounds."

"Jintoh might now," John said.

"And he's been unconscious for how long?"

"Point taken. At least the fire was put out."

Weir smiled.

"It wouldn't have been if the off world team wasn't late. I reckon they got a bit of a startle."

"Just a little..."

The door slid open to reveal Crys, dragging his older brother by the arm. He hissed and unwillingly plopped down into the chair, arms folded. John and Elizabeth shared a look of concern.

"Thank you for come-"

"I wouldn't be here if I had a choice." The male stated flatly.

"You let your little sister drag you around?" John asked, hiding his smile.

"Crys is wise, I trust her judgment." He snorted. "It does not mean I like it though."

John shared a look with Weir, as if to say point one for him. Crys sat down next to her brother, leaning forward on the table. Her brother glared.

"Crys tells us you think you know what the 'ghost' is that's been causing power outages and set fire to our jumper bay," Weir said, leaning forward on the table.

"Who, not what," he said.

"Who is it?" John asked, and as an after thought, "Who are you?"

"My name is Zack."

"And who is the 'ghost'?" John asked.

"The one that's going to save us all," Zack said, smiling a sadistic smile.

"And how is he going to save us?" Weir asked.

"He's going to kill the planet, and everyone on it," Zack chuckled. "We will all join the life stream-"

"Life stream? How do you know about the life stream?" John asked.

"He told me," Zack smiled.

"Who told you?"

"The great Sephiroth did, of course."


A/N- this is shorter then normal, but, I think it's not that bad. We meet Crys and Zack, both who will play an important part in the story. But not in the way you might think... Interesting, ney?

And about Zack- If you have ever played Final Fantasy VII, you will know the name Zack. And I'd like to tell you, this is one in the same. Well, the reincarnation, really. As the former friend and partner of Sephiroth, his part will be especially important.

Remember that.

-Cailean