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Originally
posted as �Father�s House 1� and reposted here with the full permission and
approval of Acid Rain.

Fever:
Chapter 13

Captain smith and Pocahontas

Had a very mad affair

When her daddy tried to kill him
(�Fever� by Peggy Lee)

Squall
leaned on Selphie and Irvine a little as they went in to see the President, but
let go and stood straight as if he�d never needed her help as they
entered. He put on his best �nothing is unusual, nothing is wrong� face
and strode in, using sheer willpower not to droop.
Laguna was nearly struck dumb when what he thought of as
the child-warriors from the Garden strode in. Even aside from the fact
that even Squall was wearing light summery garb instead of his leathers, all of
them were different from when he�d last seen them � Squall had been ill and he
looked it, thin and fragile looking in the extreme � but ye gods, no one had
prepared him for how� alien they looked. He couldn�t put his finger on
what it was that looked so different � and when they stopped moving, they
didn�t� look so inhuman. He gestured them forward a little and saw it
this time � they moved with a slow and languid grace as if they were
underwater.
He�d
seen that before � the Ambassadors moved like that.
So
the aliens were not lying. Whatever this virus was, it rewrote the kids�
DNA to make them more like whatever the hell those pointy-eared fanged weirdoes
happened to be.
Fine.
I can deal with this.
He
barely avoided blubbing �My poor widdle boy, aaaaugh!� and instead flashed his
big grin at the trio. �Made it in one piece, I see. How�s the
stomach, Kinneas? I heard you were having some nausea still.�
�M�okay,
sir, thanks.� Irvine blushed like a little schoolgirl asked about her menstrual
cycle. Hm. Kind of shy fella, I guess. Laguna turned his
charm onto Selphie, who giggled uncontrollably and rolled her eyes around like
a google eyed pug before he even said anything. Laguna thought it was cute, but
he could sense Kiros forcibly restraining a sarcastic comment or at least an eye
roll.
�So� Odine� Laguna said it the way he said
�festering monkeyshit� ��has Rinoa? Any results yet from his tests?�
�Not
yet.� Squall said, spine rigid with distaste at having had to leave Rinoa
with the twitchy, accent-using pervert. He made fists to keep the claws
from sliding out, he was so angry at the encounter. Irvine�s hand slid up
Squall�s back to his shoulder and Squall gathered his temper back in a neat
little iceberg again. He flickered a thankful glance at Irvine, whose
sweet, easy smile gave him back his momentum. �We only know that the
disease is somehow negatively affected by healing magic, causing an immediate
relapse. We suspect Rinoa�s powers are causing a feedback effect that is
sending her into a relapse-casting-relapse loop. Odine�s power restrainer
for sorceresses might be her only chance.�
Selphie
pressed a little closer to Squall. Laguna noticed that Squall seemed to
not only tolerate but also actually encourage with small glances and posture
shifts closeness from his friends that only a few months ago, he would have
spurned with a casual caustic glance.
�Well,
we have a few other surprises for you, as well, Commander.� Laguna said
carefully. �The Aliens who apparently are responsible for the contagion.
They claim they�ve come to try to make restitution and redress the pain and
suffering that�s been caused as a result of their carelessness.�
�Aliens�?� All of them gawked at Laguna
Squall
shook his head. �Is this some kind of � joke or something?�
�No.
This is much too serious, waaaaay serious, for jokes right now. They say
you all will be contagious for up to six months. I�d like you all to get
rested up and then come and meet the ambassadors. It�s kind of
interesting to meet nonhumans that look so much like us, and maybe you kids�
er� you SeeDs will get some help from them adjusting to some of the things they
were telling me about, like the enhanced senses and the temperature
tolerances.� He looked at his son, and tried to will away the strong urge
to cry � Squall was not quite his son anymore� now alien DNA and according to
the aliens, some behaviors and reflexes had been templated over their
genes. �No� he�s still my son. If he had run out and gotten
tattoos and implants and shit, he�d still be my son. I just wish he would
�� Laguna sighed.
The
SeeDs watched, blinking occasionally, as Laguna just sort of stopped talking (a
miracle all by itself) and just stared sadly at them. Kiros finally cleared his
throat. �I think everyone�s a little tired, if you will come this way,
SeeDs, I�ll escort you to your rooms.�

Squall
lay upon the couch in his suite, brain running in circles like an excited
mog. Or a Zellycat. Funny how Zell had started that little bunch of
cutesie-isms. And they stuck, too � Even Squall found them
humorous. He cringed at himself in amused disgust. Zellycat,
Quiscat, Squallycat, Kinnecat, Selphiecat. He�d almost smacked Zell for
referring to Rinoa as �Pusspuss�.
Zell:
Since we are all becoming the cast of Cats, we need catnames. I hearby
name myself Zellycat!
Irvine:
Zellycat? Heheheheheee!
Selphie:
oooo! Dibs on Selphiecat!
Irvine:
Who else would claim that name, Darlin�, don�t be silly!
Zell:
We can call you Kinnecat, cuz Irvcat don�t flow, y�know. An� Quistycat�
Quistis:
I prefer Quiscat, or Trepecat, if I must be called something like that.
Squall:
Don�t any of you have anything better to do than make up silly names for each
other?
Zell:
no sir, Squallycat!
Squall:
�
All
but Squall: <gigglegigglegiggle>
Squall
rolled his eyes, as he�d done then. �Whatever.� He�d said at the
time, which had just made more giggles. But it had done a lot of good �
Irvine had lost that tight look around his worried eyes and all of them had
made stupid cat jokes for the rest of the night and got some of their unspoken
fears aired in humor. Yes, they were cats. Or something like cats.
And after the joking and silly names, everyone seemed to feel a lot
better about being cat things.
Squall
didn�t feel quite so alone when the others started talking about the weird
urges and compulsions. Irvine had started craving mint � and catmint in
particular, which was the only thing that got rid of the languid
sleepiness. Zell had discovered that he didn�t really need to mousse his
hair up anymore � and if he got mad, it sprang up in bristly anger. Which
had actually made Squall snort on an aborted laugh, himself, just thinking
about it now almost made him smile.
Selphie�s
cat problem was also food based � she craved stinky foods. Cheese that
made most people�s heads close up, tuna, the cheaper the better, corned beef
and cabbage, just about anything with a noisy smell got her attention and made
her mouth water. So she was brushing her teeth a lot � smelling a big
stinky tuna fish and provolone sandwich on Selphie�s breath was enough to make
Irvine run for the john gagging.
And
Quis� Quistis had discovered she liked baths. Not showers but long, hot
baths and then sunning herself to dry instead of just toweling off. She�d
taken to sitting on one of the garden�s balcony�s and brushing her damp hair in
the sun� and it was like an addiction, she had cut herself down to two a day
and it still didn�t feel like enough some days. She wanted one after
every time she had a meeting with anyone. Partially because � she didn�t like
the way humans smelled anymore.
Squall
cringed away from that thought, because he, too, was finding the monkey cage
scent of the Garden a little hard to take. He had had to fight himself to
get into a crowded elevator the other day and he�d almost lost. It wasn�t
even human body odor so much as the other effluvia � corn nuts, for instance,
were the craze amongst the younger members of the garden, and while Squall had
never liked them, now they made his stomach curl up in his abdomen and kick
like a child having a tantrum. Liniment that he had used so many times he
still reached for it on the shelf though he�d had to throw it out, just like
Zell, now hit his nose and made his eyes water. It wasn�t humans that
smelled bad. The rubber in their shoes, the vinyl in their jackets, the
perfume, gods, the perfume made his ears itch, it smelled so bad. It
wasn�t as bad as the first day he�d come out of the doctor�s office � he�d
doubled over and gagged when the open hall�s air had rushed up his nose � but
it hadn�t gotten especially better since. He smirked to himself since
there was no one to see his breech of stoicism � he�d even had a couple of
strong urges to just piss on things to give them a better smell.
His
own contribution to weird behavior urges � he wanted everything to be
HIS. Zell was his. Irvine was his. Selphie and Quis and
Rinoa, all his. Mine mine mine. They�re mine. The Garden is
mine. Mine! He�d even wanted to pounce on Laguna and rub his face
all over him and tell him �You�re mine, too!� He shuddered. That
had not been an adult urge. He didn�t feel the feral possessiveness
towards Laguna. Just laying eyes on him, the same old �Oh, no, it�s the
Idiot!� feeling had started� but his scent�
Squall
put a hand over his eyes and shivered. �His scent. My
Scent. He�s mine. No. I�m his.� That made
the shivering worse. There had never been that � connection before.
He had sort of resented this man coming and saying �You are my son and I love
you� to him out of nowhere, he�d never really felt it before. Now
it was burned into his mind like a hot iron. He knew that that man
was his blood kin. And he was not that man�s commander. It had made
him feel peculiar in the extreme � Laguna was older, taller, and just more� male.
And his blood kin. He had felt all kinds of peculiar urges which he
repressed then and was carefully taking out and examining now � an urge to
touch him, an urge to get his approval, a powerful urge to just foist all these
problems off on Laguna, and do what he was told and maybe just curl up in his
lap and cry on him for awhile and beg him to make it all go away�
Whoa.
He
sat up and rubbed his eyes. �OOOOoooookay, enough introspection,
Puberty boy.� Squall mocked himself for using Seifer�s �pet�
name for him and felt a faint twinge. �Ah, Seifer� I bet you�d have a
field day with all of this.� He thought to himself, and rubbed his
face with his hands. I don�t miss him. I don�t. I called
off the searches and gave him room to breathe if he wanted it. I made
them leave him alone, just like they got Edea pardoned. I just want him
to be left alone. Trying to look for hints of where he is unofficially is
just � trying to keep an eye out for trouble. He�s just trouble.
That�s what the whole tiger dream thing was � a warning from my subconscious to
tell me that I�m in deep shit � like I need Seifer-Tigers to tell me that.
�I
don�t miss him.� Squall said, sternly.
The
knock on the door almost made him leap off the couch and yank his gunblade into
position for combat. Nooo, I�m not jumpy or anything.
�Commander
Leonhart? The Ambassadors are asking to meet you all�� a squeaky woman�s
voice. Why did they have to hire little squeaky women to do this?
Squall found squeaky women to be even more annoying than the regular
kind. If there was such a thing as a �regular� kind.
�Alright.
I�ll be right out.� He got up and brushed away all of the monologue he�d
been having. It was foolish to even bother thinking things through � he
had no idea what was going on and all he could do was press on and move forward
and try not to get anyone left behind.
And�
try not to let these � drives and urges force him to embarrass himself and
everyone else around him.

The
room they were to meet in was a very airy, very simple room. Deceptively
so � it was very carefully arranged so Laguna seemed in a dominating position
but not overpoweringly so, and everyone else was roughly equal � no chance
anyone would be thinking they were in a favored position. Except for
being closer to Laguna, if that was desirable. Squall made sure he was at a
central spot where he could not be surprised rather than rushing over to sit as
close to Laguna as possible, which was his first urge � he didn�t want to
jostle Selphie for that position, anyway, as she claimed it proudly.
Laguna
was dressed simply � he looked more like � someone�s dad�(my dad) than
president of the richest, most advanced country in the world. He didn�t
shake anyone�s hands and was tugged back from doing so by Kiros, reminding him
that they still were not 100% certain the fever was not spread by casual
contact. Laguna flashed his pretty grin at Selphie, though, and made her
twitter and preen. Irvine pinched her on the butt and got a squeal and a
smack and Squall gave them The Look�. They settled down quickly and tried
to grow halos. Squall gave them another strong dose of The Look� and they
quieted and he was able to have a seat � he was so tired. Squall did his
best to look healthy and alert but he just couldn�t shake the fever. If
Odine was right and healing magic aggravated the symptoms, well, then he was in
a hell of his own making. Add to that the crushing weight of fear that Rinoa
would � not recover�
He
heard the door open and couldn�t remember when he�d closed his eyes.
Squall opened them and sat up and got a sad little smile from Laguna, sympathy
and love and pain all at once that almost floored him because he�d just �opened
his eyes right into it. He gathered his icy calm around himself and just
nodded acknowledgment to Laguna as he rose to be polite to the aliens that as
far as he knew were partially if not fully responsible for his turning into a
freak.
The
first thing he noted was how damned tall they all were. He was sort of
glad Zell was on another mission, he would have been feeling dwarfed. He
also probably would have said something about the woman�s gown, which displayed
her naked breasts like little cupcakes hugged by lace and silk. Okay, not
the gown, he would have probably yelled something like �holy crow, boobies!� or
something equally horrible. A flicker of affectionate annoyance crossed
Squall�s features for a moment even though Zell wasn�t even there and hadn�t
done it.
Kiros
said something� then Laguna� but Squall didn�t hear it. He saw the
Man. That�s how he thought of him immediately. The Man.
Squall went rigid and felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The
Man was staring straight at Irvine. And the Man opened his mouth and inhaled,
his nose wrinkling slightly. He can smell it! He knows! Squall�s
jaw dropped.
Selphie
saw it, too, and clutched Irvine�s hand, which was a good thing. Irvine�s
eyes had gone wide and � empty. And he�d taken a step towards the Man,
not thinking, just moving.
Squall
felt that silvery rage just settle over him like an old friend and he got
between this Man and Irvine. �Mine.� Was all he could choke out,
he was so angry at this presumptuous fuck. He didn�t notice the Woman
warding off Kiros who sat down suddenly and as if he didn�t mean to do that at
all, or Laguna moving to one side. He didn�t hear anything anyone said
until the Man spoke to him. And not with his voice, but in his
head.
No words � there were no words. Just the
overwhelming feeling that this Man would make all of the bad things go away and
take care of it all, that he didn�t have to be in charge anymore, that he
didn�t have to be strong or tough or alone�all he had to do was let this Man
take care of him. All he had to do was just� let go and come to him and
everything would be out of his hands.
Squall
felt as if his bones were filling with cold lead. He was tired, so very,
very tired� and this Man, he knew what was going on, he could save Rinoa, he
could make everything better�Shiva stirred warningly and with that, so did his
cold iron backbone reassert itself. This was more than the goddamned
instincts, he was casting some kind of Hynebedamned spell on Squall and
Squall was not shaking it off as easily as he usually did. He curled his
lip up, exposing his teeth, his eyes burning like molten silver. �Fuck
you.�
The
Man laughed and stopped the subtle approach. Irvine, still enthralled,
was being wrestled down by Selphie, who was cursing like a chocobo
wrangler. Kiros was out cold � whatever the woman had done, it had conked
him out like turning off a switch. Laguna stumbled back and fell behind
the desk, vanishing with a sort of �oops!� expression. Typical. Squall
would have been embarrassed but he didn�t have time. He started to pull
his gunblade as the man advanced on him but his arm went nerveless as the Man
twisted somehow at him with magic or psionics or � something� and in two more
steps the Man was there, physically forcing the weapon out of Squall�s numb
hand and yanking him so close he could smell him even in this well ventilated
room.
And
all chance of fighting bled out of Squall. The scent, it was always the
damned scents that affected them so� and this was overwhelmingly dominant, it
made his brain fuzzy and drained all his willpower out of a little hole in his
boot. And Squall was just� so� tired�He looked at the dark eyes of the
Man and his own eyes were locked there suddenly � he couldn�t look away.
�On
your belly, bitch.� The man�s words translated to him even though he knew
that�s not what the man really said. But the meaning was clear as if he�d
had one of those calm little translating people standing by repeating what he�d
said in English.
What?!
He thought, but he felt himself starting to slide down to his knees, and
even with Shiva helping, he could not make himself do anything else. He
was falling into this Dominant�s black eyes, and whatever came up out of it if
this Man finished whatever spell he was doing would never be Squall Leonhart
again � just� some� no�no, no� don�t let this happen, please!
�Aha!�
Laguna�s voice was far, far away, Squall could barely register it� �There
you are, come to daddy!�
And
a machinegun�s chatter cut through the spell and the Man at the same time,
painting the airy, beautiful room and all it�s inhabitants with a spray of
blood from the Ambassador. Squall fell back on his ass, splat, shock and
relief mixing as the contact with the Man was cut abruptly.
Laguna
had the weapon on the Woman now, pointed right between her pearly, perfect
tits. �Ah-ah-ah. No getting all huffy, now, I was just protecting
what�s mine.�
Mine.
He�s mine too. My father. Mine.
�You
wouldn�t dare!� She snarled, taking another step forward. He shot
one single bullet, pinging it off one of her funky hair danglies. She
fell back, looking not fearful, but incredulous.
�Wanna
bet?� Laguna wiggled his eyebrows at her.
�Gotcher
back, President Loire.� Irvine said steadily. Whatever else went on,
Irvine�s professional face had clicked into place and he was on his feet and
had that powerful rifle pointed at the woman�s forehead. Squall wondered
how the hell Irvine could be walking and talking, he couldn�t even get
up. He felt like someone had pumped about 3 gallons of tranquilizer into
his system and he was just sitting there blinky and quiet. Selphie looked
pale and grim and her weapons were twitching in her hand. She was moving
around to check on Kiros, who seemed to be unconscious but unharmed.
When
Irvine took over covering the woman, Laguna moved to where Squall was sitting
and mopped at the blood on his face. �Are you okay, son? He was
doing some kind of spell � they got Kiros with some kind of sleep spell but
that�s not what he was doing to you. I�m sorry it took so long to get the
guy but they make me lock my machinegun away and it took me a little while to
get the drawer open.� He looked at Squall�s blank, blood streaked face
and wondered if he was even aware of anything around him. �Squall?�
He touched Squall�s face gently and then snatched his hand back � the boy hated
to be touched.
Squall
surprised him with how incredibly fast he moved, snatching back Laguna�s hand
and pressing it briefly to his face. He held it there for less than 10
seconds, but it was enough to make Laguna feel one of those tight little
bubbles of hurt and longing for his son burst with that brief moment of
acceptance. �I�m okay. I�m still affected but it�s just some kind
of� tranquilizer or something, I can�t make myself get up.� He let go of
Laguna as quickly as he grabbed him, but it was enough to make Laguna�s whole
month. Laguna pulled Squall to his feet and hugged him tightly, and for
once, Squall didn�t roll his eyes or look disgusted. It was probably the
tranquilizer but Laguna didn�t give a shit. Squall relaxed against him
and clung, again briefly, before he went utterly limp, slipping into a darkness
induced by the combination of magic, exhaustion and illness.
�Selphie,
honey, can you get �� Laguna paused and hitched Squall up some, to get a better
grip on him. ��um.. yeah, get security to get a Hazmat team up here. I
think I just screwed up again, isn�t� one of the ways you guys are sure this is
spread by blood�.? Oh and maybe cast a healing spell of some sort on
Shithead MacButtfuzz there who tried to put his hands on Squall�� He grinned
crookedly. �Wow, when I screw something up, I really do it good, don�t
I?�
�Sir,
you just have a way about you. Think of it as Style.� Irvine drawled,
grinning. �Welcome to the pride, Loirecat.�
�What?�
�Nevermind.
You�ll find out soon enough.�
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