Disclaimer: *in a dull voice* same as always…

Yay! You guys got it! I was a little worried that I didn't have enough description in them. I knew who they were because I was writing it… but I wanted to make sure that you guys were able to catch it. 0.o not that you guy are dumb, just my sometimes poor writing skills. …I guess that it was kind of obvious…. Hmmmmm Sorry for the LATE update… I had a little trouble writing this one… :(

The trip to the doctors was uneventful. Angeal made small talk when the silence got too great, but other than that, nothing happened. Sephiroth pulled the car to the back, parked and got out. Zack took in the back of the clinic, shrugged and got out as well. He wasn't going to question his general for his reasoning to choose to come in through the back door. He assumed that it had something to do with Midgar's hero going to a 'regular' clinic. Sephiroth knocked on the door. They only waited for a minute for the door to open.

"Ah, the doctor's drug dealer," A young, petite girl giggled when she saw Sephiroth.

"Good afternoon to you too, Tezay," Sephiroth said as he swept by her, the others following close behind.

"You're a drug dealer?!" Zack said.

"Don't you know that he is a man with many faces." Tezay exaggerated, eyeing Angeal and Zack. "Oh, you brought body guards with you."

"Were not—" Zack tried to correct the nurse.

"Aw he's cute!" Tezay said eyeing Zack more carefully.

"No." Sephiroth's face looked natural, but his eyes said nothing but mischief. "Sorry, that one isn't a bodyguard, he is a watch pup. He is still in training and not for sale."

"Ah," Tezay snapped her fingers then brought her hands to her mouth as she giggled.

"Hey wait a minute!" Zack said. "What do you mean 'watch pup'?"

Angeal chuckled as they walked into an examination room. Zack caught sight of the room and froze. Every fiber in his body was telling him to run. Then the flashbacks hit. They weren't much of anything, like pictures in a photo album. However emotions assaulted Zack, each one came was a stab of pain. Fear. Sadness. Hopelessness. Anger. Pain. Regret.

"Zack," Angeal's voice sounded worried. "Are you okay?"

Zack's eye locked onto the examine table. It was a simple metal frame with a bed on top. Zack saw flashes of someone with blonde hair, screaming. He saw flashes of a man in a white lab coat standing over him with a knife. Zack's eyes dotted around the room, with each piece of equipment a terrible picture followed. His head exploded in pain. He fell to his knees grabbing it. He heard a wheezy cackle, a sound that he knew he hated. The emotions kept invading him, flooding all of his senses. He heard Angeal's calming voice, a part of him screamed that it was just another illusion. He could not be real.

I need to get out of here! Zack shoot to his feet, bolting the same way that they had come. He was running for an exit. He opened the door and walked into the employ parking lot. The pain automatically subsided, but the adrenaline was still present. He looked up toward the sky to calm himself, but it brought no sense of peace. He started to pace, swinging his hands in front of him, balling them into fist in a futile attempt to release his tension.

"Zack," Angeal came out of the clinic.

"I'm sorry Angeal." Zack said as he continued his pacing.

"What happened?" Angeal walked over to him and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know." Zack pushed away from Angeal and continued to pace. A part of him was still screaming that Angeal cloud not be there.

"What were you thinking about?" Angeal asked softly, trying to calm Zack's nerves.

"The la—" Zack stopped and gripped his head. He shook the thought out of his mind. "I'm going for a walk."

Zack didn't wait for Angeal respond. He took off at full speed, running away from the clinic as fast as he could. He internally sighed as the tension started to slowly release. He got to the train in time to see it leave, but that didn't stop him. He bolted onto the train tracks and continued if escape. Was it stupid? Yeah, probably, but he need to go. He needed to run. Running felt free. Leaving a situation felt liberating. Sure, it didn't solve it, but just knowing that he could push it off made it okay. He ran on the tracks for a steady pace until a support beam in between the two rails snapped under his weight.

Perfect! Why does this always happen. I guess I deserve it though for running on them to begin with. Zack turned mid-air, without thinking, to avoid three beams. He smiled triumphantly when he avoided them. But, his good mood was stamped out. He cursed slightly when he saw the metal pipe coming fast to his face. Too fast to avoid.

"Hey mister," A small voice brought Zack to his senses.

Zack sat up and looked around. The first thing he noticed was that everything was in shambles. Buildings were falling apart. Piles of junk laid in every corner. The next thing was that the ground was littered with everything he could think of: torn paper, clothes, half-eaten food, and empty boxes. He looked up and saw the plate seeming to float in thin air. He shuddered at how… what was the word… broken, no … disgusting? That wasn't it either. Suffocating, that was it. Everything around him seemed to suffocate him. He must be in the slums. He looked down at the boy.

"How long was I out?" Zack asked checking his head for blood. He winced slightly as his hand found a knot where the pipe must have hit.

"How should I know?" The boy said. "I saw you fall. I came over to see if you left anything good behind."

Zack shook his head as he leaned back and jumped up to stand on his feet. As soon as he got to his feet, his world spun. He reached out to grab something, but with nothing near him fell down on his rear.

"Mister, are you going to die after all?" The boy asked.

"No…I think I have a concussion." Zack mumbled. His eyes shut tight so he didn't have to see a spinning world. He reached for his pocket, for his phone to find it missing. "Ah man. Angeal is going to kill me!"

"For getting injured?" The boy asked curious.

"Well that too," Zack said finally opening his eyes to find a still world. "I forgot my phone."

"Your phone," The boy inquired.

"Yah… I can't…contact my… mentor…" Zack felt his concisions leaving him again. &*#! I guess I have used too much energy… Dang it I hate being sick.

"Hey mister?"

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Mamoru jumped down from the train tracks. He knelt down to look at the sleeping SOLDIER. Fair's breathing was steady. His face still looked pail after the two weeks of being sick. He had a knot starting to form, but other than that, he looked unharmed. Mamoru pulled out his phone and pressed the speed dial. Veld picked up immediately.

"Mamoru," Veld's deep voice was soft.

"Target found." The redheaded Turk stated softly, in order to not to wake up the sleeping SOLDIER. "Sleeping steadily… may have a head injury. There is a slight bump on his temple."

"Understood," Veld said as he hung up the phone.

"He's over here." A boy's small voice caused Mamoru to look up to see the Ancient with a boy.

"You're…" The girl in a white dress never finished the sentence.

"Yes I am. How are you doing?" The Turk asked slipping a phone into his pocket.

"I am fine thank you." The Ancient smiled.

"He's got a pretty ugly bump, can you help?"

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Angeal was not storming. He was briskly walking. Why had the Turks found Zack? Are they following him? What has he done this time to deserve the tailing? Angeal knew very well what a board Zack can get himself into, so what was it this time? Angeal turned the corner and saw his student on the ground with a redheaded Turk sitting next to him holding an icepack to his temple. The Turk looked like Reno, Rude, and Tseng all mixed together. He had bright red hair that was slicked back into a ponytail with a set of think sunglasses hiding his eyes. His suit was pristine, a weird choice for a Turk. Each Turk took the opportunity to make there uniform fit their personalities as much as they were allowed. The redhead looked at Angeal, nodded, and stood up.

"All yours," the low, depressed voice informed the First. The Turk handed the icepack to Angeal.

"I apologies on behalf of my student for causing you trouble." Angeal said.

"Humph," The Turk started to walk away only to pause and look back at Angeal. "What was he running away from?"

Angeal studied the Turk. He had meant no harm in the words, just a simple question. "He wasn't running away. He was just out for a stroll."

"People who are out for a stroll usually don't run on the train tracks." The Turk informed.

"He ran on the… never mind." Angeal studied him again. The Turk's body langue and his voice held no malicious intent. "I'm not sure. He didn't tell me."

"Hm," the Turk turned around and left.

Who was that? Angeal looked down at his sleeping student. I will have to think about it later. Angeal knelt down to take a better look at Zack's temple. An ugly bump had formed, the colors seemed to be slinking their way out. Angeal sighed.

"Zack," Angeal shook his student's shoulder.

I just had a lot of trouble writing this. I wanted to portray the idea that Zack was still weary of examination rooms. I think that if he knew why he was scared that he could handle it better. Now that he does know that he is scared of them, he will be able to handle going into them. This was just an initial reaction, the Oh-My-Gosh-what's-going-on one. Sorry if this was a little OC…

What do you guys think of Mamoru? I hope that you guys enjoyed late chapter! ^.^