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Hey guys. Sorry for the relative long wait! I started a new job on Monday so life was a bit busy falling into a new routine. I was also having writer's block. I wasn't sure which direction to take. Thankfully, I figured it out though! XD I tried to make it longer for you guys. Sorry for the wait!

Zack looked around the room. It was plain with the table that he was sitting at and two chairs on the other side. His hands were free, which said that the Turks had more trust in him than the Director did. He looked up at the door when it opened. Cissnei and Tseng walked in, Tseng was holding a folder and Cissnei a tray. Zack grinned at his luck.

"Hiya! How's it going with you two?" Zack asked as they settled down, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "So how's work going for you?"

Cissnei put the tray down that held a sandwich and a bottle of water. Then she stapled her hands together on top of the table. "Here, you are probably hungry by now."

"Thanks Cissnei!" Zack grabbed the food and took a big bite.

"How do you know that name?" Tseng inquired as his eyes narrowed and his posture straight.

"She told me," Zack replied after drinking some of the water. Zack started to feel happy to be able to talk to his friends again, but he pushed the feeling aside to concentrate.

Tseng looked at Cissnei for conformation. She just shook her head.

"So, I suppose that this means that Lazard didn't believe me." Zack observed in between bites and gulps. He stopped suddenly as his tongue detected an unfamiliar taste. How could he have let his guard down? He threw the sandwich on the tray. "Man! Not cool. What did you slip in the food?!"

"Sodium pentothal," Tseng stated.

"Truth Serum?" Zack wondered, bewildered. "I thought that it didn't really work."

"Would we use it if it didn't?" Cissnei proposed as she leaned forward and placed her chin on her hands.

"Hmm, I guess not." Zack shrugged. He would have told them the truth about everything anyways. Zack felt the better part of him slipping as the drug took effect.

Tseng could not understand why Fair was so calm about the whole process. In fact, he seemed to seep energy out of every pore. If he could, Tseng was sure that Zack would be jumping off the walls. "What is your name and rank?"

"Zackary Fair, 1st Class SOLDIER born in Gongaga," Zack stated as he, strangely, took another bite of his sandwich waiting for the next question.

"Where are you now?" Cissnei interjected.

"Don't know. I could be anywhere in Gaia, knowing you guys. However, I am probably still in the Shinra building in Midgar so Lazard can get his answers. You know, I don't know why he doesn't believe me. Do you believe me?"

"How old are you?" Tseng moved straight into the next question. He hadn't moved an inch.

"Well that one is a tough question to answer. Can you age when you are dead?" Zack pondered.

Tseng stared at him. "Dead?"

"Yep, Shinra put a couple of bullets in me to make sure. Here, I think I have a scar hiding," Zack said as he pushed his bangs off his forehead and fingering around. He made a triumphant noise as he found what he was looking for. "Here it is!"

Cissnei leaned in to look. "He's right; this is definitely a bullet scar."

Zack grinned at her comment. He finished off his food and his water. Zack must have noticed the weird looks that the Turks gave him. "You know this isn't the strangest thing I've done yet! I mean, why should I have finished the meal that was laced with bad stuff? The answer is simple: I can't waste good food and I don't know when I will eat again. However, sometimes I don't want to eat more of certain foods. Like a little village in the middle of nowhere served this brown gunk. Just looking at the stuff I knew I shouldn't have eaten it bu—"

"Thank you Fair. Next question," Tseng interjected stopping the rambling pup. "Who told you about Director Lazard's family?"

"He did. Well, sort of. I don't know if you guys would count it as him. He kinda made himself an Angeal Copy, by injected himself with Angeal's DNA. Though I am pretty sure the whole turning into an Angeal Copy thing was by accident. Hmm…I don't remember why, I think he wanted to gain more power to seek revenge on his father. Along with Genesis, he was dying at the time from degradation. He also told me some other information that is classified to you!" Zack declared pointing at Tseng. He shook his head to try to clear it, and then sat up straight, getting serious. "That was after I defeated Genesis. That wasn't fun."

Tseng couldn't believe what he was hearing. Zack looked like he honestly believed what he was saying. "What is your favorite color?"

"Pink!" Zack blurted. Then he turned beet red and waved his hands around. "I mean white is my favorite. I like pink when my girlfriend wears it. It makes her green eyes stand out even more. Then I also like yellow because it reminds me of my best friend. I hate the color green though. It reminds me of the time spent in the lab."

Tseng saw an emotion underneath Zack's now stormy eyes when he said the word 'lab.' Tseng sat forward, he knew from experience that it was a deeper emotion than hatred. "Labs?"

"I don't want to talk about it. It brings back horrible memories that the cursed man Hojo caused," Zack answered venomously. Then a smile covered his face. "I will talk about your man and, well, woman and getting drunk. All Turks should have to go to AAA!"

"AAA?" Cissnei asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Alcoholic Anonymous Association," Zack conformed, nodding. "Well I am pretty sure that is what it stands for. Anyways, Reno and Rude have a nasty habit of passing out from being drunk. I mean I wouldn't complain so much if it wasn't all of the time, but it is. Then I had to watch as Tifa and Barret threw them out of the bar. I mean it was kinda a funny sight. I was always bummed though because I couldn't help."

"Why couldn't you help?" Cissnei asked.

"Because I was dead. Duh! Oh yeah, you asked me how old I am. I am supposed to be 16 right now, but I could also be 30. However, I was 23 years old when I died." Zack whistled. "That in itself is a doozy!"

Tseng could only stare at Zack. "I want to talk about the 'labs.'"

Zack's eyes grew dark and he stared at Tseng. Tseng failed to stop the shiver that ran down his spine. That look was a perfect replica of Sephiroth's. It radiated nothing but power.

"I will not tell you if you don't have the courtesy of believing anything I have told you so far. My time spent in that pit is nothing I am willing to share with strangers in a friend's body," Zack stated in a low, deadly tone. He stood up and started passing.

/ / / / / /

Lazard looked out at the starry night. Would this be the last time? The leak of information about his family could cost him his life. It has been close to 8 hours since Zack confronted him with the bizarre idea of being from the future. Guilt ran through Lazard at the thought of Zack being correct. If Zack was right, then Lazard would end up becoming like his father. He shuddered at the thought of that. A knock at the door drew him away from his thoughts. "Come in."

Lazard restrained from sighing as Angeal walked into the room. What was he going to tell him? What should he tell him? For all he knew Angeal was the one who told Zack about the classified information.

"Sir, do you know where Zack is? You were the last one with him. Normally I wouldn't be too concerned, but he was running a fever yesterday," Angeal said as he stopped in front of the desk, close enough to talk but far enough away so he couldn't read any papers.

Lazard racked his brain for an answer. He didn't want to give the respectable man a lie, but he wasn't going to tell him the truth either. Just when he was going to use a lame excuse, his phone rang. He held up a finger to Angeal as he answered. "Lazard speaking."

"He is telling the truth. I don't know how, but it is the truth," Tseng said softly, making sure that no one but Lazard could hear.

"How?" Lazard asked as he turned to look out the window. He wanted to make sure that Angeal wouldn't put the pieces together.

"He has multiple scars from blades and bullets that weren't there last week. His X-Rays show bone growth. The biggest information that you should know is that he has more mako energy running through his veins then Sephiroth," Tseng stated. "The last thing is that he knows a lot more than he should."

"Like what?" Lazard asked, worried about his own well-being.

"Everything from you, to the Turks, and back to Hojo's experiments." Tseng sounded a little worried.

"What's the status?" Lazard inquired turning to face Angeal.

"He is back in his cell. Another peculiar thing, he's not fighting us like we thought he would. Instead he is lying still," Tseng sounded distracted.

"I will be there in ten minutes." Lazard didn't wait for a response and flipped his phone shut. "Angeal, your student went ahead of you to Wutai this afternoon. He volunteered to get everyone settled and ready to go when you got there."

"Why wasn't I informed of this sooner?" Angeal stubbornly asked.

"I thought I sent word to you before Fair left," Lazard lied through his teeth as he gathered his stuff to go home. "I have one more urgent matter of the day to attend to. Genesis, Sephiroth, and you will be leaving in two days, on schedule. That is if Genesis has recovered from this afternoon's training incident."

"He is doing a lot better and should be on his feet tomorrow," Angeal responded.

"Good," Lazard stated as he followed Angeal to the door.

Angeal opened the door to let Lazard go out first. "I will be ready in two days then."

Lazard watched Angeal walk down the hall to his office. Angeal disappeared inside where a light was still on. Lazard then turned the opposite way, to the elevator.

/ / / / / / /

Lazard sighed as Hollander and he were escorted to Fair's detainment cell. It hadn't taken much to convince Hollander to come along.

"Sir," Tseng greeted as he met up with them. "Is this really necessary?"

"I will not kill Fair over something like this," Lazard informed Tseng as they stopped at the door.

"But isn't it the same idea?" Tseng petitioned as the door opened to relieve a bored Zack doing squats.

"Fair, you cannot have the information that you have and still live," Lazard announced.

"So, just like that, you're going to kill me?" Zack responded, searching for the answer in his face. While he stood up straight from doing squats, preparing to pull out the bustard sword and fight for his life.

What are your thoughts? What do you think is going to happen next? Let me know. I wonder if anyone will guess it. I will post the most interesting suggestions that I get! XD Hoped you guys enjoyed! XD

Edited: 4/15/2013