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 have just gotten back from Busch Gardens, and am pleased to announce that I am officially a roller coaster junkie! We got to see Griffon testing, but not ride it. Both me and my friend are very sad about that. And just to show you how weird I am, I am less afraid of the 90 degree straight-down vertical drop on Griffon then I am of the entirety of Alpengeist! Try to explain this, because I can't even explain it to myself! And now, we take a step back from my personal life and back to the fic at hand. So, we have another smut scene coming up. But before that, we finally see things from someone else's perspective, someone other than Laura. Oh, and pay no attention to the height problem during the smut sequence. Just assume that Kadaj is standing on a stool or something. And I am sure that, from the first word he says, you can all guess who is in Brian's head now.

Don't Do That! It's Killing Me!

Brian paced through his apartment, threatening to wear a hole through the cheap yellow carpet with his long, fast strides. "I can't believe she picked a loser like him," he muttered darkly. "I'm the one that loves her! I'd actually take care of her and the baby! He left her once; why'd she pick him over me?!"

He stopped in the middle of the floor and brought his clenched fists up before him, trembling with rage. "That bastard doesn't deserve you. I should be your husband; the right is mine! Do you hear me, Laura? Mine!

"And I would do anything to make you my wife and kill him. Absolutely anything."

Ha! So you are willing to do whatever you must in order to see Specimen 15 destroyed and the woman your wife? Perhaps you will be of some use to me, then.

Brian spun around, shocked that someone had snuck into his apartment. A demented-sounding creep, by the sound of it. "Who's there? Show yourself!"

Silence. Now, you will do anything to reach that conclusion, correct? Brian nodded dumbly. Ha! Then perhaps we can create a mutually beneficial arrangement, if not a symbiotic relationship. You see, the woman has something I desire as well.

"And that would be?" Brian inquired, crossing his arms over his chest and glowering at thin air."If you want her, forget it! She's mine!"

I have no interest in a pitiful woman like her, although she would make a useful breeding vessel. Young, healthy, and strong. More than likely, extremely fertile as well. But I have no real desire or need for her. What I want is the specimen growing in her uterus. Once she has given birth to the specimen and raised it to the optimum age, I will have no further use for the woman. And the sire I have discovered to be useless, now that his genetic markers have been separated. He is no longer receptive of the cells.

"What are you talking about? What cells?"

Silence!

A wave of pain washed over his brain, hotter than liquid fire. Brian dropped to his knees, fingers digging into his dark hair in an effort to keep his skull from exploding. But he refused to scream. He wasn't going to give whoever this was that kind of power over him.

I am Professor Hojo, Head of Shinra's Scientific and Experimental Division. The most important man in the entire company. The specimen growing in the woman's uterus is vital for my purpose, or will be, once its assimilation with the cellular samples is complete. And then my son will come forth again, and come into direct conflict with the secret specimens under the structure. An experiment unparalleled in all of history! And no matter who wins, I will still be acknowledged as the genius I am! Hahahahahahahaha!

Brian grit his teeth against the high-pitched, grating cackle. "What do you want with me?" he growled.

A body, of course. I require a young, strong vessel in which to hide until the specimen has grown. And the benefits will be numerous for you, as well. Your rival for the woman's favor? Destroyed. The woman who has spurned your affection? Yours. The specimen tying them together? Gone. It will take a few years, of course, until the specimen is old enough to support my son's physical power, but in the end you shall get what you want. All that it requires is that you willingly accept my consciousness into your body. Do we have a deal?

He didn't hesitate. "If you can get that silver-haired bastard out of my way and make Laura mine, then I'm willing! Hell yeah!"

You are at least mildly intelligent, I see. Oh well. Can't expect perfection, I suppose.

He scowled, then screamed in agony as his body erupted into fire.

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Laura lay on the couch with her head in Kadaj's lap, his fingers gently combing through her dark brown locks. They were watching A Walk to Remember, but neither was really paying attention to the screen. It was one of those quiet, cherished moments shared only with the person you loved the most, a moment when speech would seem as a mortal sin, a desecration of the worst kind.

How I love this man. She slid a hand down to her stomach. You'll love him too, Alex/Livia.

What a turn her life had taken. Sucked into a CG movie, seduced and befriended and killed by three men who were not even supposed to exist, and now engaged to their leader, the one acknowledged as the most dangerous and crazy of the trio, as well as pregnant with his child. It was like some kind of dream or stupid, cheap sci-fi novel.

But this was no dream or silly book. This was reality.

How did I ever get so lucky?

There was a soft thumping noise from the spare bedroom, followed immediately by another one. Laura had to smile; Denise was suffering from insomnia. Whenever she couldn't get to sleep, Denise would raise one leg high off the bed and let it drop, over and over again, until she was totally exhausted.

Best part was, she would not leave that room until she woke up in the morning.

No matter what.

Laura rolled her head until she was looking at her lover. He looked at her curiously. "Have you ever had perpendicular sex?"

"Ummm… No?"

She rolled off the couch and got to her feet, casting him a seductive look as she flounced for the kitchen. Kadaj, interest flickering in his yellow-green eyes, followed. Laura hoisted herself up on the kitchen island.

"We're going to have to keep this quiet," she murmured, looping her arms around his neck when he moved between her legs. "Never tried this before?"

"No. Never thought of it." He leaned in to kiss her. "But ready and willing, as always."

"Gotta make sure Denise doesn't hear us. Don't want her walking in on us, after all." She relaxed into his kiss, already working his shirt upwards. Just doesn't seem fair that he can have this kind of muscles. He just looks too skinny to be this well-defined. But hey, I'm not complaining! Her hands skated up the expanse of washboard abs as he pulled the shirt off and threw it aside, her fingers tracing the defined shapes beneath his milk-pale skin. In a definite reversal of gender roles, Laura leaned forward and playfully flicked her tongue over one of his nipples.

Kadaj froze, eyes wide. "Do that again," he whispered hoarsely. Laura cocked one brow, then slid her hands up his back to bring him closer and slid her tongue up and over the other nipple. His head fell back and a shuddering moan escaped his lips, long and low.

So that's his hotspot. Now I know how to shut him up when he gets too mouthy. She smiled mischieviously and took one between her lips, sucking gently while massaging with her tongue.

A hand fisted in her hair and pulled her away from his chest. "Evil, Laura. That was evil." She gasped as he grabbed a knife from the rack beside the sink, holding it right at the neckline of her t-shirt. "And it demands reciprocation."

The shirt was torn and useless a moment later, the knife having never so much as grazed her delicate skin. He threw the knife into the wall and spread the halves of the shirt, exposing her breasts but not removing the shirt. He flashed her a wicked grin and lowered his head.

Laura had to bite her lip and dig her fingers into his silvery hair to keep from yelling when he began licking and biting at her nipples. Oh man! An orgasm already? I am so dead! He's only just getting started!

So engrossed was she in keeping quiet that it took a few minutes before she realized that he had unbuttoned the top of her shorts and was currently sliding them down her legs, catching her underwear en route. She became even more concerned and intrigued when the shorts hit the ground and she felt his hands slipping down her sides, mouth still teasing her sensitive nipples.

His fingers spread her wide open, and his thumb brushed over her clit. Laura's spine jerked, and she had to put her arms back, to brace herself, to prevent herself from falling backwards onto the polished stone surface. She chewed at her lower lip as he continued to suck and lick at her breasts, as well as slip two fingers in and out of her creamy passage while rubbing his thumb over her clit. Nonoisenonoisenonoisenonoise… Oh hell with it! She snatched a dishtowel from the sink and covered her mouth with it, screaming her orgasm into the smelly, lightly-stained fabric. Kadaj gripped her thighs to keep her from coming off the island, and straightened to watch her jerk and spasm as her nerves overloaded with pleasure.

By the time Laura managed to stop coming apart, he had unbuttoned his jeans and was gently coaxing her into lying down. "Hold my legs together," she instructed breathlessly, reaching back to grab the lip of the stone surface. He nodded and lifted her legs high into the air, one hand encircling her ankles tightly. The other hand was used to guide his cock into her body.

"Holy, Laura! I didn't think it was possible for you to get any tighter!" he gasped, commencing the slow rhythm that they both loved.

"Gotta be quiet," she reminded him, breasts heaving as the pleasure intensified. "Oh God… Don't stop…"

"Not possible…to stop…" He kissed the back of her calves and leaned his forehead against them, still thrusting in and out of her. "It'd kill me if I did… Shit, Laura! Do you want me to lose it that fast?"

She had tightened her muscles around him, hard. "Sorry. Couldn't…couldn't help it."

"Well, help it! You don't know – aww fuck! – what that does to me!" His movements sped up, increasing the friction even more. "Holy fuck, where did you learn this?"

"Book. Show you later." She arched her back as she hit her climax. "Yes! Now, Kadaj! Now!"

"Fuck, baby!" His nails carved into her ankles and right thigh as he reached his peak, head flung back to the sky. She knew from past experience that his face was blood-red at the moment, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Normally, he was howling at this point.

A few moments later, he let her legs down and collapsed atop her, breathing heavily against her stomach. "Shit, that was a good one."

"Isn't it always?"

"Yeah, always good. Just better than usual this time."

"If this is what passes for 'better,' I'd love to see what 'excellent' consists of for you two."

The couple froze, and Laura levered herself up so she could see the doorway over her cleavage. Denise was leaning against the jamb, looking extremely smug.

"So, it's Kadaj, is it? Nice to know your real name, even if it is a little late." She looked over the island, and the partially-nude couple atop it, with a critical eye. "Just so you know, Laura, I refuse to eat at that island until it's been sterilized."