A/N: Okay, here's chapter two! You finally learn the girls name, but unfortunately there is still no Cloud and Zack, whom I'm sure everyone has figured out are the other two experiments. They will show up next chapter though.

Also, the girls number whih the scientists use to identify her is completely made up and may not be even close to how they do it. I don't actually remember from the game, and I couldn't find how Zack and Clouds were done. I would also like to apologize for the timeline of events, which will become more clear next chapter, because they may be skewed just a little bit.

Now then, I would like to thank my guest reviewer zek for their review and I hope they are able to get this chapter and will continue to enjoy reading it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7, Crisis Core, Dirge of Cerberus, Before Crisis, or Advent Children. They are the property of Square Co., Ltd. and their constituents. This was made for entertainment and does not receive any profits.

Chapter 2: The Talk

Tessa,

I'm alone. I don't know where they took me, but where I am is dark and small and it smells funny. I'm really scared, because they hurt me. They poked me with a bunch of needles. Sometimes it's to take blood and sometimes the needles have something in them. I always feel sick after they inject me. I wish you were here…

Orvar had no idea why he was doing this. He really should just leave well enough alone. But for whatever reason, he felt like he had to see the little girl, who had one week previously stopped being a little girl and started being Specimen 20378. He was a Turk, he really shouldn't have been feeling sympathy for her or at least he should be staying away so as not to make things worse. But he simply couldn't. And he was sure it was going to come back to bite him in the ass.

He came to a stop before the thick metal door that led to the cells made especially for human specimens. He was debating with himself whether he truly did wish to do this, as there was still time to back out, when the door suddenly opened and a tall man wearing a white coat came out, almost smashing into him. If it hadn't been for his Turk trained reflexes, Orvar would have been wearing the grayish-white porridge on the tray in his hands. When the scientist saw who it was that he had nearly collided with his eyes widened fractionally and he began to apologize profusely.

"Sorry! I am so sorry! I didn't even see you! Please forgive me!" the man pleaded.

Orvar felt like rolling his eyes. It was ridiculous how much these scientist, and really anyone who wasn't a SOLDIER, treated the Turks. They acted like they would go on a murderous rampage. Some SOLDIERs were treated the same way, but generally speaking they were regarded with respect and admiration. The Turks on the other hand tended to be regarded with fear and suspicion. He supposed he couldn't really blame them, though. It wasn't their fault that the Turks were usually the ones who did all the dirty work for the company.

"It's fine," he snapped and felt just a little pleasure at the way the man's jaw snapped shut. "Just leave me and go about your business."

The man nodded frantically and was just about to leave when he spotted the tray in the Turk's hands. "Is that for the specimen?" he asked and Orvar couldn't help the clench of his jaw. "I can take it, sir," he offered and even began reaching for the tray, but Orvar lifted it away from him and shot the man a glare.

"I said leave me be and go about your business," he said darkly striking some fear into the scientist before walking through the door and allowing it to close behind him.

Once inside it wasn't hard to find the right cell. There weren't that many cells for human experiments and only one of them was currently being occupied. He walked to stand before it and stared at the girl curled up in the corner. After a week she was a complete mess. Her hair was greasy and in severe disarray. Her body was clean, but covered in bruises and small nicks. Her once pure white dress was spattered with blood stains and dirt. When she noticed his presence she looked up to him. He was startled by how haunted her eyes were. The look was only made worse by the black shadows under her eyes case by a lack of good sleep.

"You're new," she spoke and though her voice was soft and rough from screaming it raw, it carried easily in the empty stone chamber.

"Not really," he told her nonchalantly. "I just have a different job than the people you see."

"You're not wearing white," she pointed out.

"I'm not a scientist. I'm a Turk." He wondered how she would react to that news.

"I like you better than them," she said.

"Really?" He asked in surprise.

The girl nodded. "You don't hurt me."

"Maybe not, but I'm responsible for keeping you here and keeping them safe. Does that not bother you?"

The way she stared at him was unsettling and when she spoke, her words startled him. "Does it bother you?"

There was silence following the question. The girl looked simply curious, as if she didn't understand what she had asked or what it could insinuate. Orvar, on the other hand, was paler than before. It was unnerving, the kind of insight that children could have sometimes, but the most unnerving thing, was that he didn't have an answer for her. It was this realization that told him that he couldn't do this again. He shouldn't have come to see her and he would not be doing it again.

"I brought your dinner," he said brusquely as he pushed the meal under the bars towards her. He needed to get out of there.

The girl merely looked at him and blinked. He couldn't stand to look into her deep blue eyes and was about to turn when she spoke. "What's your name?"

It was a simple question and yet Orvar felt like, if he answered, he would be hitting the nail into his coffin. So he stayed silent. When he didn't answer, she turned from him and began to dig a little at her food. Orvar didn't let himself relax and took her moment of distraction to leave. Before he could actually leave the room, though, she spoke again.

"They call me Specimen 20378." Her soft voice stopped him in his tracks and for some reason, he found himself incapable of moving. One hand on the door, he couldn't escape her next words. "But that's not really my name. It's Freyja."

The second she had finished speaking, Orvar was gone. He would definitely not be doing this again.

A/N: Okay, that it. I hope it was enjoyable and didn't seem forced or anything. They're my characters, but that doesn't mean that they won't sound forced. Anyway, the next chapter will be up next week on Sunday. See you then!