And I'm back! It's so noisy in the house right now I can barely think straight… Grand.

Disclaimer: I don't own Godzilla that I do not. Sigh

Godzilla carried this strange new one to the water where she could rest and heal. He formed a couch in the sand by scraping it up to form a headrest so that she'd be able to breathe. The water wasn't deep here, just up to halfway up his leg.

He could smell his parent and his parent's allies on the beach in their strange moving thing. A machine, his parent had called them. Now, back to the matter at hand. He lowered his head and sniffed at the feathered crest that lay sleek from the forehead to the base of her neck. The feather tips tickled his nose. She smelled nice though the scent was almost hidden by the mud, like green and growing things after a good rain.

Protect. Yes, it was his nature to protect. His parent, his territory, and… Something else. His instincts told him now to protect this strange new one as well. Godzilla was slightly confused, so he did what came naturally and went to his parent. When in doubt, go to Nick.

On shore Nick and his team had gathered all of the medical supplies they would need to help this new mutation, Siseir. Nick watched Godzilla make "her" comfortable and safe out in the water, then come back here to them and crouch directly in front of them, whining plaintively. The giant head kept glancing between Nick and the one in the water.

"Hey jefe, what's going on with him?" Randy asked.

"I honestly don't know Randy." Nick said, "I think he is curious about her."

"Can you convince him to carry us out to her?" Elsie stared at Godzilla, plainly wondering why he was so curious about this strange new mutation.

"I'll see. Godzilla!" Nick patted the muzzle when it lowered to the ground "Stay still." Nick proceeded to climb up to the top of Godzilla's nose and kneeled there. Slowly the rest of the team followed and Godzilla went cross-eyed staring at them.

"Whoa dude." Randy muttered, "Cool."

"Godzilla, take us to her. Take us to her." Nick said loudly, gesturing to Siseir. Godzilla grunted and stood up carefully.

"Ahh!" Randy and Craven fell over and began to cling to the scales beneath them. Nick, Monique, and Elsie just crouched down as Godzilla took slow steps back to the fallen one. Once they reached her Godzilla lowered his head to deposit them on hers.

The team went to work: Nick and Elsie taking samples of blood and feathers, Randy and Mendel making observations, and Monique pinpointing possible weak spots. All while they did that, Godzilla watched them carefully.

Later that day the team, with the exception of Monique, were in a pop-tent jury-rigged lab and testing the samples they had collected from Siseir.

"Hey jefe, I think you should take a look at this." Randy called. He was monitoring the night-camera feed from MiniNigel. The monitor showed That Godzilla had curled around Siseir and was preening her feathers.

"Well, that just confirms what the lab work was just telling me." Nick said.

"So is that blue one there really a she-zilla?" Randy asked.

"Yes, she is actually a she, and is of just about the same species as Godzilla."

Elsie looked up from her microscope and the feather there under, "Wait, I thought Godzilla is a-sexual. How can there be a distinct female or male of their species?"

"Well it is true that the first Godzilla had all those eggs on his own, but have you considered that our Godzilla is so different of DNA than his daddy?" Nick said.

Elsie blinked. "You mean, that's why we've been with our Godzilla for five years now and that's why he has never nested?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying Elsie. Monique!" Nick called. Their very own French Secret Service member melded out of the shadows outside less than a moment later.

"I was checking the perimeter."

"Monique, do you know how long the first Godzilla was alive for before he came to nest in New York?"

"Oui."

"How long?"

Monique sighed and went to the coffeemaker, snagging four packets of cream as she went. "The first Godzilla was first spotted as a hatchling three years before Philippe was sent to America to… handle the problem."

"Whoa chica! You're telling us your French government did nothing about a growing monster for three years?!" Randy sat up in his chair.

Monique glared at him, "We thought we had it contained. It only escaped because a freak storm caused an inopportune landslide. How do you say, a bad stroke of luck."

Elsie spoke up before Randy could think of a reply, "So if Godzilla would have followed in his mother's footprints, he would have nested two years ago."

Nick pointed to the monitor, "That's what I'm trying to tell you. Godzilla is male."

Monique stared at the monitor for a moment, "I believe it would be best if Siseir and Godzilla are separated as soon as possible. I will be calling Major Hicks." And stepped back outside.

"So that's it? We're going to let Frenchie walk?" Elsie yelped.

"We can do nothing until the man-eater is caught." Nick reminded her.

"But what about Godzilla?" Elsie looked at the monitor.

Okay, that's it for now. So I get to bend the reality a bit. Heh heh. Just wait.