Summary: Laura was just your average woman, until a freak accident involving her television set, the Advent Children dvd, and lightning strike transported her to Gaia. And that's only the beginning of the story!

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own FFVII or Advent Children. Just a single copy of the movie. Now put the pitchforks and torches away.

Queen's Quornor: I'm sure some of you saw this coming. However, I think this is the best thing for the fic. I mean, how many times has Cloud come back from the dead? Give someone else a turn! I hope none of you get perverted ideas from the mention of 'left breast.' Kadaj, obviously, does not have breasts. Oh, and from the looks of it, we're nowhere near the end of the fic. There's still plenty more to come... Assuming I recieve reviews. I mean, isn't there something any of you would like to comment on? Hate something? Love something? Anything? Don't leave me flapping in the wind here!

Impossible Dream

She had to be dreaming. There was no was he could be here, no way he was speaking to her. She took a step back, trembling violently.

It can't be... It just can't be...

"Laura? Don't you recognize me?" He got up from the couch and approached her, causing her to stumble backwards until she was pressed against the wall, still shaking from the force of her pounding heart. There was a certain, twisted sense of deja vu about this whole thing.

Same hair...

Same size...

Same outfit...

Same eyes... Oh god. His eyes...

This is impossible!

But if it is just a dream, then don't let that fucking alarm clock wake me up yet. That would be too cruel even for that mechanical Satan-spawn.

"Ka..." Her voice broke, and she had to clear her throat, work up some spit, before she could speak again. "Kadaj?"

He nodded, his pupils obviously circular, wide with excitement. "Yes, Laura. It's me. Nobody else. Just me."

"How?" she whispered, covering her mouth with her hands. "You're supposed to be..."

"Dead?" She nodded dumbly. "I thought I was. But I'm not." He moved closer to her, took her hand and placed it atop his left breast. She swallowed hard as she felt the steady beat of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest that indicated breathing.

All signs of life. Indisputable proof.

This is... Real...

A moment later she was in his arms, his head nestled tightly beneath her chin. And she was crying again, but this time in happiness rather than despair.

"You're not dead... You're not dead... You're not dead..."

"I'm here, Laura. And I'm alive. I'm alive."

Then his lips were on hers, and the dam burst. All her pent-up need, all her pain and heart-ache, all of her love came crashing down on her in full, a tsunami-wave of emotions that engulfed them both.

Remind me how to live. Help me remember what it feels like to be alive...

Their clothes were gone, abandoned. Tongues were twining, hands were roaming, forging fiery trails of lust across passion-flushed skin. Bodies together, sliding to the floor. And movement, oh, sweet movement! Flesh into flesh, as fast and hard as physically possible. Velvety lips feasting at each other, dragging along necks and shoulders at torturous speeds. Teeth sinking into unmarked flesh, gutteral moans and keening cries rippling from from the depths of their beings.

An explosion of light and heat, stars bursting into the night. A final scream from two throats, mingling and twining into one creation, one wordless declaration of love and passion.

His body a comforting weight upon hers, his breath hot against her neck.

He's here. He's real. No dream is ever this realistic.

"I never dreamed I'd see you again," she whispered, hands running leisurely up and down the smooth plane of his back. "How did you get here?"

"That woman brought me."

"What woman?" Not Jenova. Please say it wasn't Jenova...

He shook his head slightly, silver hair sliding along her breasts. It had grown a little since last she had seen him. "I don't know her name. But she took me and my brothers in, and told us we didn't have to suffer anymore. She told me you needed me, and sent me here." He put his head down, inhaling the familiar scent of her skin. "And here I am."

"What did she look like?" Laura had a suspicion now.

"Brown hair. Green eyes. Pink dress. There was also this guy with black hair that kept acting really possessive around her, even while he kept cracking jokes. Don't know who he was either."

Zack and Aerith. How did they know?

Dumbass. They guard the planet, remember? Of course they would know about your relationship with Kadaj, your efforts to keep him out of Jenova's clutches.

Wait a minute... Jenova...

"I'm sorry."

He lifted his head. "What?"

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you from Jenova. I promised myself I wouldn't let her destroy you and your brothers, but..." Tears welled and she turned her head away, ashamed. "I failed you. She succeeded. Your deaths are as much my fault as they are hers. My fault."

"Laura." He gently turned her head to face his; she could feel the intensity of his gaze even behind her eyelids. "Look at me."

She shook her head, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. She felt his fingers stroke softly along her face, catching the precious crystals before they could disappear into her hair. She opened her eyes just in time to see him sip the tears from his fingertips, as if they were the most precious of wines.

"Don't cry, Laura. You're not to blame. If anybody is at fault, it's me."

"What do you mean?" How can he forgive me? I can't even forgive myself...

"Laura, I don't deserve you. During the last few weeks you were with us, I treated you so badly. I even went so far as to rape you, to kill you." His eyes were swimming now, but strangely his voice was steady. "Everything went wrong after that. I...I couldn't think clearly. Someone else was telling me what to do, even if I didn't want to do it. And I did those things. I didn't have the will or even the strength to prevent them. I just stopped fighting, because she was too powerful. It was almost a relief when Sephiroth took over my body. I didn't have to think. I didn't have to fight. I wasn't in pain." He looked away from her. "Do you know what broke me, Laura? What destroyed my will to resist?"

She shook her head.

"When... That day I made you and Yazoo... She made me watch, Laura. Everything that happened that day, she forced me to watch it. I saw all the things she made me do to you, to Yazoo and Loz. And I could only watch. She was in control of my body, and he was too, but my mind was trapped. I could only watch myself rape you, kill you. I got control back only when they gave it back. And that was after you were dead. I just stood there, looking at you, at the mess Souba had made of your throat.

"And my resistance died."

"Kadaj." She pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth. "That woman who brought you back to me... She is wise beyond her years. Until you got here, I was seriously thinking about ending it all. I wasn't thinking about my friends. I wasn't thinking about the baby. I just wanted to see you again."

Kadaj froze, then slowly turned his head to look directly into her eyes. "Did you just say... 'baby'?"

Good a time as any, I suppose. "Yes, Kadaj. It's true. I'm carrying your child."

He levered himself up on his hands, staring at her slightly-rounded stomach. Then he got up on his knees and settled onto her thighs, reaching out a hesitant hand to touch her, just below the navel. His fingers had barely made contact with the warm flesh before he snatched them back, cradling them against his body.

Laura reached up to stroke his cheek. Wordless comfort and encouragement. He reached out again, and this time he didn't pull away. She slid her hand down and covered his hand, smiling up at him. Don't be afraid. We created this life together. It is s much your baby as it is mine.

A tentative smile crept over his face, and he raised amazed yellow-green eyes to meet her blue ones. "My baby. You really are pregnant with my child."

"Out of death springs life anew." She sat up, still holding his hand to her womb. "I don't exactly know what happened when Jenova and Sephiroth tried to kill me. But this baby is proof that they failed." She kissed him softly, her gaze unwavering upon his. "If you had killed me, the baby would not have survived. You didn't. They failed."

Kadaj nodded slowly. "It...makes sense. But Laura, I saw your body lying there. I saw your blood spilling across the grass and soaking into the dirt. For Holy's sake, I saw Yazoo and Loz bury you in the clearing! How could it be that you were in two places at once?"

She sighed. "I wish I knew. But I don't have an answer. I don't think we'll ever know what happened in that moment." Her arms snaked out and pulled him closer, holding him tightly against the front of her body. "But I really don't care. All that matters to me is that we are together. Nothing else."

He wound his arms around her back, pressing his face into the curve of her neck. "All that I want is to be with you. Nothing else. That's all I want, more than anything else."

"That's all I want, too."

It would be better if Loz and Yazoo were here too. But if I get Kadaj and only Kadaj...

She stroked his hair gently, closing her eyes. That's more than I ever dreamed of.

She gradually became aware that he was laughing. Laura pulled back to stare at him, stunned. What the fuck could he possibly be laughing about?

"What's so funny?" she asked, arching one eyebrow in question.

He was laughing so hard that he had to calm down a little before he could form a coherent sentance. "I'm here with you, we're naked, and we're not doing anything!"

Laura stared at him, then giggled softly. The giggle turned into a chuckle, and suddenly she was laughing. And he was laughing, and they were laughing.

They were laughing together.

He's right! We were never able to keep our hands off each other when we were naked, but we are now? What the fuck is wrong with this picture?

"Shall we remedy that situation?" she inquired suggestively. Once, after all this time, just isn't enough.

It's only been three months since you last saw him!

Shut up, conscience.

"Which way's your room?"

"Follow me, Lover Boy." She stood up and began walking towards her bedroom, a provocative roll in her hips. She was fully aware that Kadaj's eyes were glued to her posterior, and recieved confirmation when she heard a soft, playful snarl.

"You little tease. You're gonna scream when I get my hands on you!"

Laura squealed and raced for her room, already anticipating the things he would do to her once he caught her.

Thank you, Zack and Aerith! Thank you!