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These characters belong to Square Soft. I am tormenting them
for our amusement, not for profit.

This takes place immediately
after �Fever� and is an AU of sorts. It was written with massive help by Acid
Rain and was posted elsewhere as �Fallout Chapter 1� but I think it is more
appropriate as a continuation of �Fever�

Fever, if you live and learn

Fever, 'til you sizzle

What a lovely way to burn
((�Fever� by Peggy Lee))

Fever: Chapter 2

Zell Dincht:

I was hot everywhere my coat covered, I was cold where the
coat did not cover, and I was about to toss Quistis over the next cliff. We had been walking forever, skirting buttes
and ravines, trying to get to the place Squall and Irvine were taking
cover. The cold wind was chapping my
hide and I didn�t like it a bit. I wanted the nice hot weather to come back and
bake the chill out. I wanted Squall and
Irvine to be all right and waiting for us after having dropped the radio where
they couldn�t reach it or something.
And I really really really wanted Quistis to shut the fuck up.

�Are you sure it�s this way? I�m almost certain it was the other way a few minutes ago��
Quistis was getting a whiney tone in my imagination. Rationally, Quis didn�t whine, but she had second-guessed herself
into uselessness and now she was starting on Selphie and me. It was sounding
more and more like Quis just wanted Squall to materialize in front of her with
Irvine over his shoulder, reading a magazine or something while waiting for us
to show up. And I never could shake the
feeling that she felt this was somehow my fault � that I had �lost em�.

�Yes, Instructor Trepe.
I�m very sure it�s this way.� I
glanced at the heavy goddamned tracking device that was zeroed in on Squall�s
radio. It was powered up but not sending, so I had to keep pinging it and
trying to find them that way. �We�re still good. We�re going to have to cut down that little ravine.�

�Oh, no, Zell� I don�t think it�s that way, we were just
coming from that way��

Before I could snarl and fling the HGDTD at Quistis� head,
Selphie spoke up. Her voice was just as perky as always in spite of what she
was saying. �Well, why don�t you go the way you
think it is then, Quis, and me an� Zelly will keep going the way the tracking
radar�s taking us and when you are proven right, you can gloat later and mark
us down on some grade chart. Or you can
shut up with the whining, because I don�t care which.�

Okay. Maybe it
wasn�t all in my imagination.

Selphie was not her cheerful self. She�d cried so hard when
the storm dropped and Squall didn�t call back and was apparently not going to call back, that I was worried
she was going to have to be sedated or something. I mean, all of us were tense � there were no good reasons we
could think of for Squall to just � fail to call in as he said he would. Squall was not irresponsible, so, okay, then
that meant something was wrong.

We all knew it. If
one of the nasties left over from the Lunar Cry or one of the other assorted
monster infestations had found a wounded, unconscious man being tended by only
one other person � it could have gone badly, even if Squall was one of the toughest sons of bitches
since Seifer Almasy had vanished from sight.

Every once in awhile, I actually found myself missing
Seifer. The level of bullies had really deteriorated once he was gone. Seifer might have been mean and violent, but
he�d also been smart and strong and fast. Now, all the Garden had for bullies
were a bunch of lamers, big kids picking on the little kids, and not very
well. Damn, if they had to be bullies,
couldn�t they at least have some style?
And most of them were cowards.
That�s one thing no one could say about Seifer. He had never been cowardly. Argh!
Seifer was too mean to admire, dammit!
Why was I even thing of him?

I did think about him. And after thinking about it for a
long time, I figured out that Seifer had not known any other way to interact
with us. Like Squall. Social cripples. Squall didn�t interact at all.
Seifer at least tried to reach out to us and bully us, get us to notice
him and be with him; even negative attention was attention, y�know?

Seifer�s long gone, but I�m sure he�s still alive somewhere,
probably holed up sulking. Or � hiding
out from the Galbadians � damn, they�re still pissed at Garden; I can only imagine how they feel about him. If we didn�t have SeeD and Esther behind us,
I bet Acting President Craphead, Supreme Dick of Galbadia, would be declaring
war in a�

�clack bztt crackle�

That brought me up dead still. I�d been just mechanically stumping along, ping, yeah, still on
track, ping, ho hum, ping, and then� this noise� the connection was being
opened on Squall�s end.

��.bzzzzzzzzzzt
bzzzrtt� chirrup! Mew. Merrraow!
Chirrrrup!�

��. A� cat� has Squall�s radio?!� I blinked at the receiver.
Strong open signal� down the little ledge� over to that � cave! A freakin� cave and I�d almost
walked right past it in my little wandering chocobo brain. Wark wark!

I blasted right over, nearly dropping the heavy gear I was
toting as I scrambled down, scattering rocks and gravel everywhere. Whee! Would have been fun if not for the
dread fear that was clenching my windpipe.
Selphie was pounding right behind me and I woulda needed a trip to the
proctologist to get her removed if she hadn�t stopped when she did. She almost
smacked me right into the cave entrance, which I could see was semi-blocked
with sand and some kind of fabric. Quistis was not quite on the ball and yelped
a bit as she belatedly careened after us and nearly busted her butt.

Sure enough, there was Squall�s radio, being smacked
repeatedly by a little catlike thing in the shadow of the overhang of the
cave. Smack! Smack! When it saw us, it
said �YOWOW!� and ran back into the cave.

�Be careful, Zell!�
Quistis hissed. �Little things
don�t equate to weak things.�

�You�re tellin� me?� Cripes, can�t I do anything without her
trying to give me a tutorial?

Selphie said, �Give us a break, Quis, we�re not amateurs.�

�The way is blocked some� by Squall�s backpack, it�s
defiantly where they are holed up. Hold
on and lemme have a �� My voice just�dried up like someone bent my hose to stop
the flow. Yow, sounds painful, don�t
it? There was a scoured down but still
visible human handprint, marked in blood, soaked into the sandstone there. And more blood here and there on the
ground. Several days old at least, but
damn, there must have been a lot of it.
I resisted the huuuuuuuuuuuge urge to just lunge right in and see if
things were really as all right as Squall had said. He did tend to understate, after all.

But frankly, I wasn�t sure if I was gonna fit without losing
some skin � for all that Irvine and Squall were both taller than me, they were
neither one as broad through the shoulders.
The little cat thing peeped out briefly and squeaked and popped right
back in, like it was waiting for me. Cute little thing.

Selphie peered at the opening and I quickly moved so my
shadow covered most of the bloodstains.
�Maybe you should stay back, Selphie.
Lemme go in first.�

�No way! Move it or
lose it, Mousse Addict!� Oh, yeah,
that�s the pot calling the kettle black!
She shoved at me and yanked the backpack out of the way, intending to
dive into the entrance. Typically, she
had not looked inside first; this was the chick that jumped off cliffs,
y�know. I yanked her back, intending on
hollering at her to be careful, which turned out to be a very good thing, yes
indeed!

Squall lunged out, snarling. He was nearly naked, just those black leather pants, only
partially done up. Would have been sexy
if not for his obvious illness. His
eyes looked like sunken pits in his head, burning silvery and wicked like a
demon-possessed animal. His gunblade
raked a deep gash in the sandstone and sparks flew as he cut where Selphie and
I had been just moments before. He
stared at us as he staggered, nearly falling. He looked exhausted, and very
pale and sick, and sweat dripped from him even in the chill of the desert
twilight. He showed his teeth at us in
a snarl and lurched out, using the gunblade for support. �Mine.� He whispered hoarsely, snarling
again at me specifically this time, as if I was trying to take something from
him that really mattered. What the hell
could that be, he barely noticed if Irvine came on to Rinoa!

I was pretty sure Squall had no friggin� idea who I
was. �Whoa, baby, it�s me, Zell! Chill!�
I took a few steps back, dragging Selphie along.

She was totally round eyed with shock. Squall swayed slightly and his eyes rolled
back in his head, but when Selphie moved forward a little to catch him, he
snapped back to attention and bared his teeth in a battle grimace.

�Selphie. Wait. He�s gonna either recognize us or fall
over. Just wait it out.� I whispered.

Quistis stalked forward.
�Squall! Stand down!� She used her best instructor tone� and it
almost worked. I mean, he had been used
to taking her orders in class for quite awhile. Squall�s eyes focused on her
for a moment and he stared at Quistis� and then he launched himself at her as
she took another step forward to try to disarm him.

Why did Quis always have to get confident at the wrong time?
I couldn�t hold back a groan of exasperation.
Quistis was no match for Squall, that�s just the way it was, and even
sick, he nearly killed her with a fast up and side slash before she was able to
block and step back.

Squall fell to his hands and knees, still one hand on the
gunblade, ready to bring it up if Quistis moved forward again. He always made my chest tighten up to watch
him move � he was just so� beautiful when he fought. Okay, he was beautiful all the time, who am I to pretend
otherwise? But when he moved�
wooooooowaaaah! And the leather pants, did I mention I dig his leather pants?

Selphie chose that moment to just twist efficiently out of
my (not too shabby!) grip and jumped on Squall, unexpectedly. �Dog pile!�

Yay for Selphie! I hooted and joined her, poor Squall
grunting as we mashed him, unable to get the gunblade up to ward us off. He�d been concentrating on Quistis and had
not even been facing us anymore. He
collapsed under us, just like anyone else who�d gotten dog piled, gunblade
clattering on the stone. Guess he�s not
really godlike, damn good thing! �Sleep him! Quick! Double it, and
keep doing it, he never goes down the first time!�

Quistis was still shaky from having Squall go for her like
that, but she was a SeeD � she cast as ordered on Squall, who, as I predicted,
just flailed and snarled at the weight holding him down. He was so strong in spite of being sick that
he nearly bucked me off. I had to flop down and get a half-nelson on him and
then wrap my legs around him to keep him from getting that gunblade. He had some scratches healing on his back
and shoulders, and momentarily, I didn�t register what that might mean, just
that they were there.

�Hyne! He�s so
hot! He�s burning up!� Selphie
struggled and just sat on Squall�s butt, finally, holding his flailing legs
down with her arms, sort of lying on him.

�Fever. He�s got
some kind of fever, and he�s delirious.� Quistis targeted Squall with another Sleep as she kicked away the gunblade.

Still no good.
�Dammit he�s resisting!� I tried
to think of an alternate plan. Then Squall stopped squirming as much for a
minute and � CHOMP!! �OW!
GODdaaAAAaamitt!!! Squallll! Cut it out!�

�What?� Selphie peered behind her and was nearly thrown
off. �What�s he doing?�

�He�s biting the shit out of me! Squalllll! OooOOowww!� I
hung on rather than let Squall up; while he chewed on me like I was some
Chocobo-Bob�s takeout.
Quistis hit again with a Sleep
and this time, it actually worked. I
wasn�t taking any chances � off came my belt and I bound Squall�s hands tightly
behind his back. Whoa, didn�t I have a fantasy like that at some point or
another? Focus, Dincht, Focus!
�Selphie, you got anything to tie up his legs?�

�Umm, ummm, ummmmmm� no.�

�I do.� Quistis secured Squall�s ankles with her own
belt.

�Trust the lady with the whip to have bondage gear.� Selphie
snickered.

�Shut up.� Quistis
said sourly. �Zell, carefully go in and see if Irvine�s
alright, and how we can get him out of there.
You don�t need weapons to fight and Selphie�s weapon would be useless in
quarters that close.�

�Yes sir, sir!� I
made some elaborate salute and ignored both Quistis�s irritated look and the
blood running down my arm from where Squall bit me. I left Selphie and Quistis
to decide how it was they were going to get Squallyboy down to the
Ragnarok. Good frickin� luck.

The first thing I noticed was the smell. The sick smell of fever and � something else. Like � peaches. Not as sweet. And sex. I
knew that smell well enough. Sex and
lots of it.

A glow stick dimly lit the cave. Irvine was there, curled up on his own coat with a blanket tucked
around him. Squall taking care of his
charge even sick as hell. You just gotta admire that kind of devotion to duty.
�Damn, Squall��

I reached cautiously towards Irvine and when the man didn�t
move to a gentle touch, tried a shake.
The blanket fell off him � he was naked and covered with bites and
scratches.

I felt all the blood run out of my face, as what I saw
registered in my brain. Without even
thinking of it, I cast a healing spell on Irvine. I could not� just not
let Selphie see this. I remembered the
scratches on Squall � so Irvine had not been unconscious then�but� but�

�Nnn. Lemme alone,
so sleepy�� Irvine whined like a little boy.

�Irvine. It�s me,
Zell. We have to get out of here. Are you hurt?�

�Nnnnn. No. Go �way, �m sleeeeeeeeping.� He shoved
at me and curled back up.

Oooookay. Irvine
sounded more petulant and annoyed at being disturbed than in any way
traumatized. Weird. He looked smug and self satisfied, if
rumpled. When I reached out tentatively
to feel for the same fever that Squall had, Irvine half leaned into it like a
sleepy cat wanting to be pet. He didn�t
pull away or shrink from the touch at all.
His eyes flickered open slightly and he gave me that flirty smile I
usually wanted to punch off his face.
Irvine didn�t have a mark on him that didn�t look like a rough night of
wild sex � nothing to explain the blood dried on the cave entrance and floor�

This was just going to be that kind of day.

I tossed Squall�s clothes out to the girls first and then
while they were puzzling on how to get the limp figure of their commander
dressed without untying him, I got Irvine clothed. I probably had the tougher time of it � Irvine whined and fussed
like a 2 year old. I already had a high
level of annoyance built up from Quistis acting like a whiney brat, so I was
spending a lot of time growling at him under my breath.

And I was starting to feel� odd.

My head was starting to close up � there was a funny sort of
jalapeno burn at the back of my throat, not unpleasant, but hot and burry. I fell back against the wall briefly as a
wave of disorientation washed over me, and then� holy shit� what the fuck was
up with me getting a chubby while trying to dress Irvine? � Yow� maybe there�s some kind of fumes or
magical effect working here� dizzy�geeze, just our luck to find the Screwaga draw point. That woulda been a hoot to fling at
Ultimecia. I laughed at that and the giddy sound of it snapped me out of
whatever spell I was starting to fall into�
I felt very creeped out suddenly, my skin was crawling and I just had to
get the hell out of there, so I ignored Irvine�s babyish protests and dragged
him out while I was still sane enough to do it.

I decided to mention the cave�s weird effects to Quistis,
not Selphie, later. That sure as hell
could explain why Irvine and Squall both looked like they�d been doing a hard
weekend of rough trade. They probably
had.

I tried to yank Irvine�s coat into place on him and ignore
the obvious signs of his and Squall�s way to occupy themselves during our
search for them. A small catlike thing popped its head out of Irvine�s inner
coat pocket and meeped at me and then snuggled down again. Okay� it helped us and fine, we could take
it with us if it wanted to go. Maybe it
had made friends with Irvine or something.

Maybe the mystery of what had happened would be explained
when we could get Irvine awake and Squall healed up. For now, the cat was just another piece of evidence that didn�t
fit what was going on.

The clean fresh air helped and Irvine would move if I
dragged him by the arm, though he kept draping on me and trying to go back to
sleep. AAARGGGH! I�m not cut out to
have kids bigger than me!

Except for the girls bitching about how heavy Squall was �
and I didn�t offer to carry him, I had the HGDTD and Irvine to steer � the trip
back to the ship was uneventful. The
Girls didn�t ask me anything and I didn�t feel much like talking. It had occurred to me that Squall being the
aggressor didn�t have to be the scenario I had first pictured. Irvine was in much better shape and everyone
knew what a manwhore he was.

What if Irvine had
raped Squall?

Oh, screw it. Either
one of them fucking the other was just not in character for �em. So something was up and we needed to know
what it was.

But that hot feeling was still with me in the back of my
throat� and I could not stop sneaking glances at Irvine and Squall both� and I
never could completely will that burgeoning erection out of my pants.
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