He stood at the alter, confussion pounded his mind. While in the Lifestream, Sephiroth had leared of Aeris' father. The one man who'd ever shown him kindness, and in return he had killed his daughter.

Jenova's voice broke his train of thought, willing him back to her. Sephiroth struggled to keep his train of thought. The voices in the Lifestream had told him Jenova was not his mother.

Before they could say who was he was pulled back to the land of the living. Jenova, not his mother? No it couldn't be true, could it?

"Sephiroth!" called a voice. The silver haired man turned around, glowning green eye's narrowed upon meeting blood red one's. "Who are you?" something had stop Sephiroth from killing this man on the spot. That voice, sounded somewhat familier.

"Hush now, don't cry, mommy would't want you to cry," came a voice. The baby slowly opened his eye's. It was dark, the outline of the lab would chill the bravest man to the bone.

The man picked the baby up, and cradled him in his arm's. "Your mommy asked me to hold you for her, little Sephiroth," said the voice. Suddenly the light's flickered on.

"Vincent Valentine. I should've known, put my speciman down this instint!" came another voice, cold, uncaring, just ike it's owner. "Hojo," Vincent growled, slowly lowering the baby back onto the table, that served as a crib.

"Mr. Valentine, I want to see you in my lab down stair's in an hour," the mad scientist said, turning his back on the two.

Vincent took a step foward, "I'm hear to talk, I knew your mother, your real mother," he said. "Jenova is my mother!" Sephiroth thundered.

"NO!" shouted Vincent, "Your mother was a woman named Lucrecia, she loved you verry much. But your father left her to die, calling your name."

Sephiroth started to say something, but stopped. Jenova was trying despratly to take controle of his mind. "Vincent Valentine," the name came out a whisper, but Vincent heard it, "Yes."

Sephiroth looked up, Jenova's control was fading fast. "When I was little, you came into the lab, and said my mother asked you to hold me for her, right?" the silver haired man asked. Vincent nodded.