Hey to all readers out there! I have a few minutes before I have to leave so I get to start this wonderfully lonely chapter. It is currently a cold temperature in the room where I'm typing, so any spelling mistakes are the result of having chilly/frozen fingers.

I do not own Godzilla. Makes you want to weep eh?

It had taken a full week to finish cleaning up the radioactive ash that was all Godzilla had left of the killer rat-wasp but now HEAT was back at headquarters, all safe. But everything was not exactly perfect. Mendel was complaining of a cold, Elsie wanted to study the Siseir feather more closely, but whenever she brought it out to study during the ride home they would suddenly have a giant lizard at the landing gear of the plane. Nick had finally had her vacuum seal the feather away.

Nick was beginning to get worried, and his pacing was getting the rest of HEAT antsy. Godzilla had not been sighted outside his lair in four days, and the fish they were continually bringing were beginning to pile up.

"Mendel." Nick finally called. The stout roboticist came running.

"What is it Nick?"

"I need to go to Godzilla's lair."

"What?!" Mendel automatically took out his mini-computer and began frantically typing, "The mini-sub could withstand the pressure, but I'm not sure if you'd have enough air to get down there and back."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take. If what you said about those readings was true, then I'll be able to actually speak with Godzilla and find out what is wrong." Nick was already heading for the supply closet.

"Nick, this is foolish to go risking yourself like this." Monique said.

"It is my choice Monique." Nick's tone brooked no further argument.

"Hey jefe, come and look at this." Randy called from the computer. They all walked over and read the e-mail on the screen:

To: HEAT

From: Major Hicks

HEAT. Your new addition to the containment facility on Monster Isle is causing some concern among the researchers. Send someone to assist.

"Yep, that sounds like Hicks alright." Randy chuckled.

"Who should we send?" Mendel asked.

Elsie was already at her bookcase and taking out all of her notes and observations on Godzilla, packing them in a box, "I'll go. Maybe she'll talk to me."

"You can drop Elsie and I off in the same run." Nick was being logical again.

"Alright, alright."

Nick checked the controls on the mini-sub, making sure for the final time that everything was in order, "Alright team, drop me."

"Good luck Nick." Elsie's voice came out of his headphones as he splashed down.

"Hopefully I won't need it." Nick pointed his sub's nose down and began his descent.

Seventy-five blinking lights in the sub, seventy-five blinking lights. Take one down; throw it around, seventy-four blinking lights in the sub… Nick had been able to think that song in different variations at least seven times in his long trip down. And he was only just now reaching the seabed.

Thank goodness there is only one cave in this general area big enough for Godzilla to fit. Nick had never been more glad for his foster son's immense size, well except for maybe that one time with sea rex. He piloted the mini-sub into the cave and followed its long passageway even further down, around a bend, and finally up.

The sub surfaced with the sound of rushing water, and Nick opened the top hatch to still, clean smelling air. Apparently Godzilla was so busy with whatever he was doing that he didn't notice Nick's arrival. Nick watched the very tip of Godzilla's tail moving from side to side next to a growing pile of rock and sand.

The big lizard was digging furiously down in one corner of his lair, making a new cave from the looks of it. Nick heard a sound he recognized as claw scraping against solid stone.

"Godzilla!" Nick yelled, but he was unheard over the sounds of digging. He pulled out his trusty air horn and gave it a good long push. There was a grunt from within the new cave and Godzilla backed out, turning to look square at Nick. He was breathing heavily and one of his hands was bleeding, assumingly from a sharp rock while digging.

"Godzilla, come here. Want a scratch?"

Godzilla crouched down and continued staring at his parent. Nick felt a tug on his mind, like the pull of the ocean currents in the sea. Curiosity flowed through, as well as sadness and confusion.

"Godzilla, what's wrong?"

The massive head lowered and nudged him. Lost.

"What? Who is lost?"

Siseir.

Nick absorbed this shock admirably well for a scientist. "Why have you never spoken before?" He was met with a sense of question, of not understanding.

"Why still?"

Didn't know I could. Parent never taught this.

"I didn't know you could. Who taught?"

Siseir.

Nick scratched Godzilla's jaw for a moment, thinking.

Parent?

"Yes?"

Why mate leave?

"Mate? You mean Siseir."

Assent.

Nick rubbed the bridge of his nose with a finger, "She was hurt, so the military took her away to the research facility to heal and be studied."

Words. More words he didn't understand. The military was not of Godzilla's world: they were humans with guns that often hurt him instead of the intruder to his territory.

Nick didn't realize how thin of ice he was about to tread on, "They took her away."

That flared up every protective instinct Godzilla possessed. Nick had to kneel under the maelstrom of anger. WHERE?

"Godzilla calm down."

Where?

So Nick resorted to old habits, "Godzilla! Back away! Back away!"

Godzilla relaxed and crouched down again. Help.

"Help with what?"

Getting Siseir back.

Nick had to stop and think about that. He couldn't answer here, he needed to talk to the rest of his team first. "Follow me and we'll see."

The trip back up was surprisingly smooth and short, with Godzilla pushing the sub the entire way. It seemed that now that he was getting some answers the giant lizard was contented enough to notice that he was hungry. Nick fondly watched his giant foster son gobble down every last fish they had set out over the past few days.

The cup of tea was warm in Nick's hands as he heard the HEAT Seeker arrive back from Monster Isle. Godzilla was curled around him, forming a huge circle on the concrete. In the center of this circle Nick sat at a table surrounded by three other chairs, his closest to Godzilla's looming head. Tacked on the table was a map of Monster isle and the various adaptations designed to keep the mutations in.

"Whoa jefe, what is the G-man doing out here?" Randy strode up slowly, keeping an eye on Godzilla.

"What is the meaning of this Dr. Tatopoulos?" Monique was half-crouched and ready to spring.

"Well guys," Nick leaned back in his chair, "Godzilla has asked for help from HEAT."

"Dr. Tatopoulos you really expect us to believe you in this?" Monique snapped.

"Go ahead and ask him yourself."

"Very well. Godzilla, do you really want our help?"

Yes.

"Wow." Mendel muttered, "I was right about those signals then!"

"Cool." Randy was suddenly all questions.

"Merde, he can communicate." Monique was not pleased. Communication argued for high intelligence

"Yes, and he wants our help to rescue Siseir." Nick said.

"Well that's easy enough. Get Elsie to persuade Siseir to go to this beach here," Randy pointed to a certain beach on the map, "I'll take down the security perimeter for thirty seconds, and Siseir can get free."

Monique was having an inner crisis, friends against orders. If she were to follow her orders she would have to keep Godzilla and Siseir forever separate, but that would hurt Godzilla and her charges that had become her friends.

"Godzilla." She said, and the eyes focused on her, massive head coming closer than ever before, "I will help you regain your mate, on one condition." She could feel her comrades' eyes on her back, and feel Godzilla's question, as strong as the tide. "I will help, if I get to name your firstborn daughter."

Monique then learned how Godzilla thanked people as the massive jaw gaped…

Slurp.

…And she was soaked with giant lizard slobber.

"…That was interesting." Monique muttered once she wiped the slime from her face. The rest of the present team was laughing their heads off while she tried to smooth spiked hair.

"C'mon y'all let's call Elsie!" Randy yelled and Godzilla roared in response.

A/N And this is done. The next chapter will be the POVs of Elsie and Siseir on the island. Also, Godzilla and Siseir use telepathy to speak with the humans and each other. Meaning they don't necessarily have to understand whatever language it seems they are "speaking".