I don’t own ff7 and never will, neither do I own before crisis or crisis core, Before crisis or any of the ff games but I have a UMD of crisis core having copies of the BC scripts from the net, ps2 version of DOC and a game of ff7.

And anyone who wants more information on before crisis or the characters featured in this fic, I’d be glad to give you the link, also any suggestions for future chapters are welcome.

This actually was a friends idea but we spent a few hours talking about it, so I decided it was too much fun not to write, it’s an alternative to my fic ‘shadows from our pasts’ and is in no way linked to it, as this is different to the other one. However this plays on a more humorous idea as the other was more serious, the fact I’m writing them both at the same time is a coincidence.

Chapter 1: the mysterious materia

Zirconiade was defeated, the almost unstoppable summon gone, Several figures in black business suits stood around the wreckage, a morbid feeling in the air, a young girl with short brown hair lay unconous and another man with neat slicked hair and narrow glasses was taking advantage of his enemies distraction to sneak up to the body of the unconous girl.

“Heh heh stupid turks, now to get that materia”a cunning voice murmured as he continued to sneak forward “I’m sorry Elfe but your no longer of use, but you can join your pitiful mother in the life stream” he snickered admiring the summon materia.

Suddenly a katana stabbed though the man’s torso “ugh...damm Turks...you’ll pay for this” he let off before collapsing to the ground, the turk who had stabbed him stood over him coldly, narrowing his eyes on the pitiful form of a dying Fuhito.

“Die like you so deserve too” the tall black haired Turk muttered, wiping his glasses from the blood that had splattered on them, before picking up and wiping the blood off his katana.

Fuhito sneered at the Turk “you’ll pay for that” he spluttered out activating a mysterious materia that was an odd colour of red “what the hecks that thing?” A younger spiky haired Turk commented looking at the materia confused.

Fuhito finally died but had a creepy smirk on his face “damn that’s creepy whys he smiling we damn well owned him” the brown haired turk said ignoring the looks from Katana and his fellow turks who were all either trying to revive Elfe or wondering what they were going to do now.

“Ahh guys is that thing supposed to glow?” Cissnei and Knife both asked seeing a large light occur from the materia.

“Uh let’s not stick around” Rosalind said taking cover behind some wreckage from their battle with Zirconiade. Cissnei, Rod, Knife and Katana all exchanged glances and ran to take cover.

Moments later

“We’re not dead are we?”A voice asked making everyone aware they were alive.

While most groaned from the whole shock of it, Rod and Cissnei looked around their surroundings “well that was fun in weird way” one murmured getting glares from everyone else.

“Where are we?”Knife asked trying to gain her bearings on where they were, from what she could see it looked like the place they had been fighting but it looked as if someone had either cleaned it up, or removed any sign of a battle.

A yawn was heard from a ponytailed female “...well wherever we are we’re not going to find out by just sitting here, several nods of agreement later, they were walking towards what appeared to be a town just ahead. Once there a stunned silence was cast over the group of Turks “uh is this really Corel” Knife said shocked the bustling mining town.

Drake a turk with two guns in holsters and slicked up black hair looked at her “I think so, but man we must of switched decades or something I mean where’s the tents gone” he commented getting hit by knife as he tried to put his arms around her.

All too soon they became aware of whispers around the town, people were staring coldly at them, some children hid behind their mothers “mummy why are the shinra here? You said shinra was gone”

“Okay we’re either in an alternative dimension where Shinra is not an all powerful company or something huge came and defeated shinra overnight” Nunchaku commented as he looked on sadly at the response sure they had been spat at before but never like this.

“I’ve got a suggestion lets go get some different clothes so we don’t spell out ‘Shinra’ everywhere we go, maybe then we can go find a hotel or somewhere that has a map” one of the previously quiet female turks commented. Her long dark hair was flocked away over her shoulders, she was getting annoyed at how dense her fellow turks were being. A tall male with short brown hair nodded “yes I agree with her, we’re not going to make progress dressed like this”.

They soon agreed to follow the martial artists idea, after a bit more debating they found a hotel and either got some rest or watched TV, while they waited for the three turks that drawn the short straw and gone to find food and clothing for them all.

Meanwhile

“This sucks why do we have to be the ones who get all the stuff” Rod complained kicking a rock at some child, he ignored the kids tears and walked on, while Cissnei and Knife discussed some other matter.

Cissnei sighed and decided to involve Daisuke “because we drew the short straw and Knife knows her way around here...well she did...”

Knife snorted “yeah before Shinra built the theme park, then Avalanche blew up the mine and turned it into a dead town full of tents and lost dreams, my parents would have hated to see it the way it is was then”

Rod sighed “yeah yeah I know so get any information about when or what time we’re in?”

Cissnei looked at him “well from what I’ve figured its been at least 3 years since we fought Zirconiade, apparently from what I overheard another group by the name of avalanche took down Shinra and rumour is that Rufus shinras either dead or in hiding”.

Rod whistled “wow we missed out on a lot, oh well at least we can do what we want now” he was silenced by two death glares “kidding kidding geez...”

“Lets just get back to the hotel, I don’t know about you two but I’m hungry and want a shower” Knife said running ahead, Cissnei nodded while Rod just stayed behind at a steady pace missing his motorcycle.