Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII. If I did then Vincent would be mine and Hojo's head would be a trophy over my fireplace.

A/N It's an original! The sequence here may end up being a somewhat running joke. And let's give a warm welcome to the spiky redhead Turk, Reno! And sorry to all you Sephiroth, Zack, Cloud, Tifa, and mi amor Vincent fans. This is the Nibelheim incident.

Hojo smirked adjusting his glasses, a spiky blond boy, hardly older then sixteen; had just been brought before him. "Take him to the manor," he ordered the pair of scientists carrying the stretcher. The mad scientist walked up the narrow catwalk to the tank with Jenova's headless blue naked body in it. "Move it to the transport, we're taking it back to Midgar with us."

"Yes sir," they nodded preparing to move it out. Hojo made his way back down the catwalk for a small pool of blood on the side of the wall leading into the heart of the reactor.

Reno walked around the corner chewing on some sort of gum; he figured smoking in a reactor would get him blown halfway to the Lifestream. Sighing he pulled out a yo-yo and started walking the dog, it was a way to keep his wrists in good shape so he didn't get carpal tunnel syndrome from typing up damage reports. Flicking it up and down he started into rock the cradle before zipping it back up into his hand again.

That was when the Turk spotted Hojo, he smirked looking around suspiciously. No one was looking; no one was paying attention, no one would notice since everyone seemed to be running around like chocobos in mating season. Reno hated Hojo from the moment he'd met the scientist, the man was a class A freak, not to mention he had that funky chemical smell.

The Turk saw that Hojo was near the edge of the platform over the Lifestream, he smirked again getting an idea. He also took note of the headless Jenova, this was absolutely brilliant, he quickly strode over to the madman.

"Hey look it's Jenova's head!" Reno shouted in the man's ear pointing down into the heart of the reactor.

"Where?!" Hojo was on his feet leaning over the edge in an instant.

Reno shoved him over into the heart of the reactor watching him fall, "whoops my bad, guess it was your ugly mug." He pulled out his yo-yo walking away.

Tseng saw Reno walking away from the small puddle of blood where he'd seen Hojo only moments before. "Reno, where's Hojo?"

"Who's Hojo yo?" Reno asked casually, perfectly unconcerned. Tseng wasn't in a joking mood; this situation was serious enough as it is. "Oh that Hojo," Reno caught on, "he's down there." He pointed at the Lifestream.

Tseng walked over to the edge where Hojo had been examining the blood, "I don't see him. Reno did you push him?"

"No sir," Reno put on his best innocent face.

"Is he dead?" Tseng continued.

"I guess so," Reno shrugged.

"I want the report on my desk by Monday." The Turk Commander stood up and walked back into the room with the mako pods.

Reno rolled his eyes before blowing a bubble and playing with the yo-yo some more.