Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or 300, though the Spartans are cool.

A/N This idea came a long time ago during mid-July of this year, I was watching 300 with my mom the previous week, and she, Bjanik and I got to talking. We changed, "this is Sparta" to "this is Shin-Ra". For the second appearance as guest, give a Spartan harrumph to General Sephiroth.

Hojo looked around the lab making sure his needle was squirting properly; he smirked at the person strapped down to the table. "Well, well, well, it would seem I have you all to myself today. I don't think you'll just get an injection today."

The man on the table shifted slightly, Zack Fair looked around at the door hopefully, and Sephiroth had been present at every single lab visit since he'd made First Class It was not in Sephiroth's nature to leave that sort of thing without some sort of notice. "What did you have in mind?" Zack muttered turning his head to look at Hojo.

"Nothing too deadly, just a simple few additional tests to make sure you are a, worthy experiment." The scientist replied walking over to another table and checking the sharpness of his scalpel. When he was done making sure all of his equipment was working he pushed the cart over to the table with Zack on it. "Now try not to scream too much, I wouldn't want that, unique specimen to find you here with me."

Zack's mako glowing blue eyes narrowed as he glared at the back of Hojo's head. He was ready for what Hojo had to offer, and he was ready to fight tooth and nail to get out of the lab. At that moment the door flew open, Sephiroth stormed inside shoving Hojo away from Zack, "I don't care if you use me for some damn pincushion. I don't care about what you do to me, but if it is one of my men, that is a different matter."

Hojo stumbled back near the full sized windows of this particular lab, "what do you think you are doing?!"

"I am defending the honor of me, my men, and this Company." He replied as he side stepped the table.

"Company? The last time I checked this was my laboratory, I am the one giving orders here!" Hojo snapped back. "You should choose your words more carefully lest I relieve you of that sharp tongue during your next appointment."

Sephiroth glanced back at Zack with a slightly softened expression before returning with a violent loathing filled glare at Hojo. "Oh I've chosen my words carefully," he muttered dangerously summoning the Masamune and pointing the tip at Hojo's forehead.

"This is madness!" Hojo screeched in a pitch that made a banshee sound like a soloist at a concert.

Sephiroth looked back at Zack and cocked one eyebrow, Zack nodded at his commander, having read all the signs his General was giving off. Sephiroth nodded back before replacing his look of curiosity with a look of absolute hatred for Hojo. "Madness?" He queried closing the gap of seven feet between him and Hojo in an instant, "this is Shin-Ra!"

He picked up one leg, leather clad knee brushing his chest, and slammed his foot as hard as he could into Hojo's chest. The scientist flew out through the window, down sixty five stories, hitting the pavement with a faint squelching noise. It came as a real surprise to everyone returning or leaving Shin-Ra for lunch to say the least.

Sephiroth smirked for a moment at the empty window pane before walking to the table and releasing Zack. "Are you alright?"

The SOLDIER nodded, "yeah now that you showed up."

There was an awkward pause as they looked at each other, when Zack's stomach growled. "'Scuse me, I guess in all the tension I forgot I was hungry."

Sephiroth shook his head, "come on, let's get lunch. My treat," he sighed striding to the door.

Zack's eyes lit up as he ran over to Sephiroth, "aww Seph you're the best!"