Disclaimer: As much as I like Bahamut, and would absolutely love to own him as a pet, I don't. Nor do I own Final Fantasy.

Title: Familial Ties

Summery: Terra has a talk with a strange boy

Terra sighed, watching the orphans playing. They considered her their mama, now that their parents were more of a memory then anything else. She now protected them, and raised them like her own. She hoped that she wasn't doing the original, the real parents a dis-justice by allowing the orphans to call her mama, but she could sense their need for a mother-figure, and to discourage them from thinking her their mama might make them stop thinking of her as a mother figure.

The fight against Phunbaba had been depressing, to learn that her fighting edge, he ability to tap into her Esper side, gone, just like that. If it hadn't been for her friends, she would have been killed, and then where would the orphans be? Truly alone, with no-one, since Sabin and Celes weren't going to stop their quest just to look after the orphans, not when they were so set on killing Kefka, hopefully making right all the wrongs in this world turned upside down.

Terra sensed someone watching her, had felt them for a while now, but had ignored it. She turned and looked behind her. Sitting on a fence, was a young boy, who was staring at her intently. At first, she dismissed him as one of the orphans, but upon closer examination, she realised that this wasn't one of the orphans that lived here. The boy's had light brown hair, almost blond, and wore a black tunic, with the sleeves torn off, and a pair of blue trousers, made of a fabric that Terra was unfamiliar with. Shrugging to herself, Terra turned back to towards where the orphans were, watching the youngest of them play tag.

"Your father was a great man."

Terra tensed, knowing that the boy was talking to her. She turned to face him again, eyes narrowed. The boy looked at her sadly.

"He didn't deserve his fate." The boy continued. "Nor did your mother."

"And what would you know of them?" Terra asked, voice strained.

The boy sighed sadly, before looking up at the sky.

"I was friends with Maduin towards the end of his life. He was a lucky man, marrying Madonna. I remember you, when you were newly born." The Boy grinned, softly, remembering something or other. "You peed on me."

Terra shook her head.

"Impossible. You have to be at least 4 years younger then me." She declared.

The boy's grin widened. "A hundred thousand years older then you roundabout. I stopped keeping track of how old I am after the first thousand."

The half Esper glared at the boy, getting tired of this joke.

"If Kefka send you to annoy me, tell him I'm not fighting him, or doing anything against him, I'm just looking after orphans."

"Why would Kefka send me? He'd sooner just obliterate you from his tower. Believe me, I am telling the truth. I have no reason to lie to you. Why would I lie to the girl that peed on me the first time I ever picked you up? That's not something people just up and say to people these days is it?"

The boy hopped off the fence and stepped right up to Terra, looking her in the eye.

"How many times do you dream about a world where your mother was the only human? Yeah, sure, there were humanoids, but as human as Shiva and Ramuh were, and as much as they all have human forms, they still weren't human."

"Every night." Terra whispered softly, eyes glazing over slightly at the memory of her home. "But how do you..."

"Tell me. Do you remember a great big dragon? Silvery blue? Happened to be considered the King of Dragons?"

"Vaguely. But my memories of the place faded from time."

"Well... at least you vaguely remember me." The boy grinned.

"You? You're..."

"My name is Bahamut. I was named your god-father, though because you were dragged through the blasted door, I couldn't do the god-fatherly thing to do. Just added up to my other failings in life."

Terra shook her head fiercely.

"You're lying!" She declared.

"I won't turn into my proper form, since I'd terrify the orphans, but I assure you, I'm not lying. Your parents called you Tina before they died, didn't they? And you loved playing with Carbuncle, but you had a habit of calling him 'cute wibble wabbit', much to his displeasure."

Bahamut laughed at the memory, shaking his head. Terra paused. A part of her wanted her not to believe this boy, believe that it was a sick joke, just his comments, rolling so easily off his tongue, were some of the few memories she had regained of her birthplace. She was inclined to believe him. Bahamut sighed again, looking at her.

"You remind me of both of your parents. You have your mothers beauty, and your fathers courageous spirit." He poked a finger at Terra's chest, where her heart was. "Remember that they'll always be with you, and that they love you very much."

Again, the boy paused, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a locket, and handing it to Terra.

"Your mother would have wanted you to have this. I can't remember a time that she ever took it off. The chain was broken in the fighting, so you'll have to replace it, but the actual locket is in perfect condition." He told her, looking uneasy.

Terra accepted the locket gingerly. Fingers trembling, she opened the locket and saw two pictures looking back at her. One was of the mother she could barely remember, the other was her father, looking proud, holding onto a baby. The artwork on the miniature portraits astounded her, making her feel that she was actually there, looking at her parents. She looked back at Bahamut, who was smiling softly at her.

"They would be proud you." He said, eyes downcast.

Terra paused for a moment, before grabbing the boy and softly kissing his forehead. Bahamut grinned, mouthing a small thank you, before fading out of existence.

"No, thank you." Terra corrected, looking at the images in the locket again.

-End

Not super, not one of my best, but I couldn't get the idea outta my head.