Disclaimer: Don't own them, they own me.

Warning: These two drabbles are horribly and totally CRACK. I recommend you have brainbleach and proceed with care. Rated PG. Second is the direct spinoff of the first.

A/N: Everything is blamed on Icelady aka Andrannath. Just a little something from my exam-tortured mind that wanted out. Let's pretend it never happened, okay? Otherwise, I'm working on two longer pieces and Ice and I are working on the sequel to First Class Club as well as another Seph/Gen multichapter, so there will be some serious stuff here in the future. :)


Title: Stork

A/N: Written for the # prompt: weird days at the workplace from ffvii100 at IJ

The corridors in Medical are brightly lit and far too alive for this ungodly hour, but one corner is noticeably avoided by every and each member of the staff, the one where a tall, godly figure stands commandingly, all black leather and silver hair, conversing with a short, nimble man in a white coat, the doctor's nervous fingers toying with eyeglasses.

"As I said, he seems to be all right at the moment..."

"Let go, Angeal, I'll fucking kill him!"

"So I hear," Sephiroth replies with wry sarcasm, and one corner of pale lips twitches almost invisibly. "And the baby?"


Title: God in Need

A/N: Written for the # prompt: alternate universe from ffvii100 at IJ

Letting Him take his body over is painful, but they have to find Mother. He keeps that in mind as he kneels before the wheelchair.

Kadaj smiles, knowing that He misses that strong presence too, the poisonously sweet, whispering voice, everything that shouldn't, by all means, be ever separated from them, everything that can hurt them by just not being where it belongs.

The blonde's eyes are mostly hidden, but Kadaj can still feel his surprise and fear as He emerges.

"Hello, Rufus," the dangerous voice purrs, steel grip of long, black clad fingers on thin knees. "Where. Is. Genesis?"