Warnings: Selphie being herself. Medical terms though they may be inaccurate so apologies. Aeon like GF (where GF are actually spirits of the dead) and OC!

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 8 I'm just devout follower of Square Enix

A/N: That's right I'm back with another chapter! *cheers* Oh and I know not a lot of people read the A/N but please the one at the bottom the future of the next chapter is in your hands!

Enjoy!

Rinoa growled and threw the phone at the wall and then threw a mug just because she could; stupid delegates and their brainless egos! Galbadia Garden had refused to help with the monsters pouring out of Lunatic Pandora because apparently it was on Estharian ground and they had no reason to be there so they weren't going to help. Trabia flat-out shouted at her when she mentioned that Seifer was in Esthar, apparently they still held a grudge against the blond for destroying their Garden. Dollet, as nice as the town was, the soldiers didn't know their Fires from Blizzards so they were out. She vaguely thought about asking FH for help but then remembered that the Mayor was a pacifist and would rather offer tea to the beasts in an inane attempt to pacify and befriend them.

She was up a creek without a paddle, her commanding officer was MIA with one of the best magic users she knew, Quistis was in the infirmary being checked after being slightly possessed by Ultimecia, Zell was probably in the cafeteria eating his weight in hotdogs and Irvine was flirting with Laguna's administrator because his favourite ball of energy wasn't there to distract him. Laguna was at Sorceress Memorial helping the scientists there and just being a worry wart over Ellone Ward was with him for protection and Kiros was...somewhere, she had lost track of him.

Rinoa flopped back into Lagunas chair and let out a deep sigh, rolling her shoulders in an attempt to relax the muscles there and closed her eyes and then had to blink several times before she fell asleep.

"You look awful." Rinoa looked up to see a soldier- a good-looking soldier, she faintly noted- holding out a steaming cup of coffee towards her with a grin. She glared at him for the insult but took the coffee and took a sip, ignoring how the liquid burnt her tongue.

"Thanks." The soldier snorted, running a hand through his strangely coloured hair.

"No problem, if you want I could call you some other names." Rinoa spluttered, choking on the coffee before she picked up a pen and threw it without a second thought. The solider laughed, ducked swiftly and practically danced to the doorway.

"Oh, by the way Kiros wants you down at the hanger." The soldier gave a wave and walked off, leaving Rinoa to blink to herself before she let out a giggle and ran a hand through her own hair before inhaling the rest of the coffee and standing from the chair, determined to get the problem sorted and get that soldiers number before she had to head back to Balamb.

Squall ran for cover behind one of the chairs as Selphie let out a battle cry and The End the door separating them from Seifer, he faintly wondered if he should have let Selphie blast the door open, he could have simply hacked it, but the situation seemed urgent and if there was a faster way of opening Estharian doors he would like to hear it.

Parts of the door and wall flew past with a terrible bang and Squall prayed that Seifer hadn't been hurt in the blast, he heard Griever snort and mutter about bouncy brunettes but before he could pay attention to what the GF was saying, Selphie gave a whistle and Squall took that as the cue for him to come out behind the chair.

The room was in ruins, there was debris everywhere, and really how much strength did Selphie put behind that attack? He was curious so as he climbed his way to what used to be the theatre door, he asked. Selphie grinned and brushed some dust out of her hair.

"Oh, well I wanted to make sure we made it through the door." Looking back at the gaping hole which used to be the door, Squall figured that he was happy with that answer and that he should have known better, if the gaping hole in the side of Lunatic Pandora was anything to go by.

There was a short corridor, well it was a short corridor, now it was more of a porch due to the damage Selphie had done. There was only one door and a horror-stricken assistant was standing in the doorway, her face frozen in shock. Squall gave her a once over to make sure she hadn't been hurt in the blast and once he was sure she was only suffering from shock, gently moved her out of the way and strolled into the theatre with a calm he wasn't feeling.

The theatre was a mess, the explosion had knocked trays of stuff and vials full of Hyne knows what on to the floor and panicked assistants were trying desperately to keep up with Dr Odine's demands as he stood on a stool, leaning over Seifer. The blond coat and shirt had been cut off and Dr Odine's hands were poking and prodding at the wound left by the ice; the blackish blood coating everything. There was still the faint golden green glow surrounding the wound meaning Curaja and the Holy Water were valiantly trying to keep the blond alive and starting to fail if the constant cursing from an assistant was to go by.

"Move out of the Dr Odine, Squall...well Griever has an idea." Selphie exclaimed cheerily, near tackling the busied doctor out of the way. Dr Odine let out a noise of discontent before looking curiously at Squall as the brunette rolled up his sleeves.

'Okay, what do I do?'

Place your hands on the Knights chest and concentrate your magical power on to that spot.

Squall did as his told and placed his hands Seifer's well muscled chest, ignoring the way his own chest fluttered at the feel of bronze skin.

'I'm not going to have to chant am I, because I don't chant.' There was a snort from within his mind and Squall sent a mental glare at the GF. He concentrated raw magical energy on to Seifer's chest, wondering how Griever managed to seal part of its power to Lionheart in the first place as Squall couldn't do magic through his gunblade, the blade wasn't made for that sort of use unlike Zell's gloves or Quistis's whip.

Every GF user channels their magic through the weapon, some more than others. Some weapon like Lionheart stores magical energy, ready for the user to draw from in critical situations. Your struggle against Ultimecia in the Time compression caused you to subconciously draw that stored energy from your sword and unleash it against the Sorceress. The empty space left within your sword allowed me the chance to seal my power within as a subitute, the same with your pendant. We are going to do the same to the knight. We are going to force him to draw on my power until there is enough within him for us to seal it there permanantly. Here Griever paused and Squall tensed, not liking the omnious silence from with in his mind, still he focused at the task at hand, no pun intended. It was a dangerous thing to do, pushing ones magic energy into another being and to be honest Squall never really paid much attention in class, too busy looking up leathers and new editions of Gunbladers Weekly, and if he didn't concentrate now, he could kill Seifer or blow the building, both he didn't want to happen.

It was a couple of minutes later when the heart monitor strapped to Seifer's finger began to beep fast and a couple of second more when Squall began to feel like something was sucking out his energy. In fact it felt a lot like Osmose was being cast repeatedly on him. His vision wavered silently and he had to lock his knee's to keep himself standing. The various life monitors were going haywire, Seifer's chest was rising and falling unsteadily fast and his other vitals were all over the place.

The knight is doing as we planned, he is drawing your magical energy from you, the effects will be...unpleasant but you must stay conscious, he is nearing my power. The Knight needs to be connected to your sword or he'll draw me completely from you.

"Selphie, put Lionheart on the...b-bed and make sure Seifer is holding it." Squall took a deep breath, feeling the floor sway before his feet. He could hear Selphie's feet tapping across the floor hurriedly and then the slight breeze as she past him.

"Okay, Seifer is holding Lionheart," Here she frowned and started at the remarkably pale Squall who had sweat beginning to bead on his brow. "In fact, he nearly snatched it out of my hand even though he's under a powerful sedative."

He can feel my power now, we are close to binding it to his body. Griever hissed into Squalls mind, sounding a little strained himself. Squall gave a mental prod at the GF and got no reply.

Suddenly the heart monitor gave an awful wail before the screen gave a flash and then went silent, smoke beginning to billow out the back. The same happened to the other machines and the lights began to flicker wildly. Selphie gasped and rushed round the bed as Squall swayed dangerously and his knees buckled, causing him to slump on to the bed. She laid her hand on his shoulder to cry out and snatch her hand back when the sheer heat pouring from not only Squall's body but Seifer's nearly burned her.

Squall gasped from breath, trying valiantly to stay conscious but his vision was graying and the room span horribly making him wonder if he was going to throw up before he passed out. Griever had been roaring within his mind and now all was silent but he could feel the magical drain still happening. He watched through foggy vision as black steam began to hiss from the wounds on Seifer's chest, a putrid smell following before the wounds flared green and slowly began to heal.

Seifer was going to live!

Squall's heart pounded for joy for a few seconds before slowing as his eyes slipped shut, a faint echo of Griever's voice following him into darkness.

My power has been binded on to Seifer's soul, he will live.

Selphie was beginning to panic, it had been twenty minutes since Seifer's wounds had sealed shut and Squall passed out and the brunette wasn't waking up, in fact his vital suggested he was in a coma. Dr Odine looked grim as he scanned every part of Squall twice and grumbled when he came back with the same results; Squall was in a coma.

Her gaze flickered briefly to Seifer who was now sleeping peacefully on the other side of the room, dressed in gray sleeping attire, the nurses were cooing over the blond, pushing back his hair when an errant piece slipped on to his forehead and traced the faint frown lines almost admiringly.

She looked back at Squall who was deathly pale and had a mask over his mouth to help him breathe. She raised a hand to her mouth and began to chew on a nail, feeling anxiety begin to squeeze her chest. Was this the price to save Seifer? Would Squall be in a coma for the rest of his life? As she watched Dr Odine scan Squall's brainwaves she had sinking feeling that Squall might not get better. The eccentric doctor kept muttering about damage to Squall's brain, that there was severe bruising along the area where memories were stored. At the grim look on the assistants face, Selphie couldn't help but remember back to her first aid training with Dr Kadowaki.

"If should you unfortunately get a blunt force trauma to the brain victim and they have slipped into unconsciousness there is a high percentage that when that person regains consciousness they can suffer from severe memory loss even permanent amnesia. If you are able to get to them before they slip into unconsciousness, you must do everything in your power to keep them awake until a medic or CMO get's to you."

Oh Hyne, the torture Ellone had put Squall through while missing, that could be counted as trauma to the brain. If Squall ever woke up, would he remember them? Remember who he was?

Selphie began to cry silently into her hands.

A/N: Okay I'm not sure how many people read the Authors Notes so I'll make it quick, this story can go two ways; 1. Squall wakes up with amnesia and it's up to Seifer to joggle our little kitty memories 2. Squall wakes up after a few days of being comatose but remembers everything. R&R and let me know which way you want it to go.

Oh and I'm no doctor or anything but I do know that too much bruising or damage to the brain can cause amnesia.