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Originally posted as Chapter 3 of Father’s House and
reposted here with the blessings of Acid Rain.
Hints of yaoi and some medical/scientific unpleasantness.
Violence and bad language.
Not my boys, sadly. No profits, either.
Fever: Chapter 15
“Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night”
- “Fever” by Peggy Lee
Laguna Loire:
I wandered into Squall’s suite on some quest or the other
and ended up seated in the over stuffed chair by his bed. I watched my son
sleep, tangled up with Irvine. I should
probably have been distressed over the fact that my son is sleeping with another
boy, but I just couldn’t work up the gumption to care at the time – Squall
looked so happy with his lover curled around him. Relaxed and sweet and painfully thin. Not quite so alien when he
was not moving.
That whole ‘alien’ thing was moot anyway. I was going to move like that soon
enough. Kiros had gone over… his beauty
only intensified with the changes, the upswept, delicately pointed ears, the
young dark skin sleek as highly polished mahogany, those deep, gloriously
sparkling autumn honey eyes…he was so beautiful it tugged at my crotch the way
it hadn’t in years. It wasn’t even that
he had grown less beautiful with age – on the contrary. But he was… so… aware of himself now, every
breeze that touched those ears made him shiver deliciously, every glance from a
man made him blush, that sweet flush coming up almost invisible to anyone who
didn’t know him well. It made everyone
else aware of him ‘waking up’ to himself and it made us all have to adjust our
pants.
The changes to Ward were slower in coming but it hit him
hard – he was out and had been ever since Kiros bit him. The Fever was very bad for him – he had
looked dead twice now. But Kiros
wouldn’t let anyone touch him and Ward had started breathing again both times
within ten minutes. After the first
time I gave orders to let Kiros take care of him – we had 2 men down in the
infirmary, thankfully, neither showed signs of the Fever. But Kiros meant business, and when he said
‘don’t touch him’ I guess he wasn’t fooling around.
Ward’s scars faded.
They’re still there, yes, but they’re just faint creases, lines, not the
corded keloid tissue of before. And
he’s … different… limbs longer - straighter… he looks younger; his flesh seems
to be redistributing itself. He looks
decidedly slimmer, almost lanky. He’s
actually gotten almost 3 inches taller, and that’s just… well, ridiculous. I think I’ll get a howdah and ride on him if
he gets too much bigger. And where is
it fair that a sick guy should look so damned healthy? I had gone away to check some paperwork and
damn, when I went back there was Ward Jr. all snug in the bed where I’d left
Ward my old friend, looking more like a sweaty youth on a hot summer night than
an old veteran sick with fever.
I on the other hand, still looked like a sweaty Laguna
Loire. No real changes I could
see. Were my eyes brighter, or was that
just fever? Were my hands less lined,
or was I just retaining water? Yeah,
guys do that too! Shut up!
My ears didn’t seem any more pointed. My teeth looked normal. When was the change going to hit me?
My inner whine was interrupted by Squall, who suddenly sat
up out of a dead sleep. His eyes snapped open and his head twisted towards a
direction as if a giant unseen hand was yanking him. I looked out the window,
trying to follow his line of sight. What was it? There was nothing really out
that way except… Odine’s lab.
“Rinoa… I’m coming… don’t… Don’t give up…” Squall dragged
himself out of bed. Irvine looked up
all blinky and confused, with that slightly hurt expression children get when
you wake them from a good dream.
It only took me a few seconds to figure out what was going
on.
The Sorceress Rinoa was calling her Knight.
“Squall! You’re too sick to go harin’ off to wherever…”
Irvine started, rubbing his eyes and reaching for Squall. “Come on, you’re just getting over this
fever…”
Squall absolutely sparked, like a wrench dropped on a
battery contact. “No.” His quiet was twice as loud as someone
else’s yelling – you had to strain to hear him but it rang on your nerves, he
was so… determined. “I have to go. She’s dying.”
“…what?” Irvine
looked shocked, but all I felt was that crackle of sudden knowing … Odine had
her. I hated him. He had my son’s woman and something was
very, very wrong, and he was doing it on purpose.
Squall looked at me, strange flickering of understanding in
his eyes, Rain’s eyes, and there was a weird shiver down my spine. His voice was stronger now, more
certain. And just a little savage. “You.
Me. Irvine’s to guard Kiros and
Ward – if the aliens return, just shoot them before they’re in voice range,
Irvine. Selphie comes with us. She can cover our backs and she’s best with
the computers we’ll have to get through.”
“You think it’s gonna be a fight?”
Squall smiled, a little fire backlighting those silver
eyes. “I’m hoping there will be.”
Aw. He really does
take after me in little ways that count!
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Blinding heat – how the hell could I forget how freaking hot
it was out here at this stinking lab?
Getting inside, for all that it creeped me out, was a blessing, to get
away from that horrible heat.
Both of us had fought our way in before. This time we were just shown right in. No fight?
But but but…. Awwwwwwwwwwww…
“This just means we’ll have to fight them all on the way
out.” Selphie muttered darkly. She
smiled a sunny smile at one robotic monster guard thing. “Fucknoid,” She said cheerily to it.
It did not, of course, respond.
Squall staggered against me when they got close to the inner
lab, and looked up at me with eyes that were like haunted silver moons. “She’s going to die. We have to get to her right now.”
“Alright, keep control, Squall. It’ll be all right. I’ll
make it alright.” I did the parental
thing, babbling base and obvious lies and nonsense. The stupid human guard that was with us was still fumbling at the
panel; he’d muffed the code up twice. I
shoved him out of the way. “Move, I’ll do it.”
“But you can’t possibly know the code, you’re not cleared
for…”
BUDDABUDDABUDDABUDDA! Ppppzzzzzzzzzzzzt! The door
opened. I grinned and waved my
machinegun. “Hundred and one uses.”
Selphie kept the robot thingy off us while we entered the
lab. Squall beelined for a tank in the
center of the room, and I was hot on his heels. “Squall. Squaaaaaaaaaaaaall.
Trap, this is a trap, slow down…”
I felt it before I saw it.
I turned and shot the net coming towards me right out of the air – and
blasted several instruments of some sort, which made the previously hidden
Odine wail like a stepped on rat.
Squall stared into the tank, horror and dismay written on
his pale face. “What are you doing to her… what are you DOING you sick fuck!?”
He started on a whisper and ended in a roar, going for Odine, his gunblade
appearing from the ether junction. Only to be blocked by a big bastard who
stepped out of the shadows to cover the dainty little science prick.
FUCK! A Lanian!!
I skipped back like he was radioactive – I’d seen the effect they had
had on my son and his boyfriend.
Squall almost bounced off the big bastard’s chest and swung
that gun blade out in an arc to cut the man in two. The Lanian blocked with some kind of weird circular knife that
curved back along his arm. Selphie snarled and drew magic from the Lanian as
several more came out of the shadows of the lab.
“No one move or I will terminate my experiment AND zee
sorceress!” Odine squealed. That stopped Squall. Selphie was boiling mad and Squall stopped
her from advancing with a gesture.
“What are you doing to her, Odine? Answer Commander Leonhart.” I said carefully, moving a little so
I could get a clear shot at him. Even
if we all got swamped, Odine was going to die, one way or another.
“She responds marvelously to stimuli … she’s adjusted her
ability to take acidity, and then to large doses of radiation. She’s already got claws and fangs – an
attempt at aggression, I suspect. But
she’s too weak to do anything with her sorcery, much less attack with those
feeble natural weapons.” He
giggled. “Now I am trying to see if I
can make her grow fur! She’s already
got a nice fuzzy tail. They tell me its
possible to revert them to the point where they can walk on all fours if they
are stressed long enough – I must see this for myself.”
Squall covered his mouth and for a horrible moment, I
thought he was going to cry or puke or both.
I got ready to rumble, because I knew we’d be doing some real Odine
whackin’ when Squall figured out we were never going to get Julia’s girl away
from the pest otherwise and we could always phoenix down her …
But it was Selphie that moved first – she jumped forward and
cracked Odine on the noggin; making a keen sound like dropping a bowling ball
on a concrete floor! He staggered but
he obviously had something junctioned or a wall up or something because he
didn’t go down like the colorful beribboned bag of poo he so resembled.
Odine balled up his fist and he hit Selphie. Ineffective – c’mon, this was a SeeD for the
love of Hyne. She took it and was
trying to cast as he yelled at her.
“Foolish girl! I’ll carve you
open and take zat baby – they won’t need it when they have all of you to breed
another!”
All of the Lanians had turned when he smacked Selphie, not
as if they wanted to, but more like they were sleep walking. The one who’d been between Odine and Squall
stepped now between Selphie and Odine – but he was not looking at Selphie. I’d
felt a strange little … tug… myself.
Like a little beeper had gone off or something that I’d been expecting
without knowing it, my attention was on Odine.
“The Woman is Pregnant.” One of the Lanians
whispered. “You cannot harm her.”
“Pff. You are zadly
mistaken.” Odine snorted. “And all of you are in my lab now – foolish
of you, really. If you are not helping
in zee experiment… you can help another way; I’ve no reason to let perfectly
good lab animals go.” He smirked at the
big alien. “You all will back off or
join zee experiment. I’ve decided to
keep zee pregnant one, just because you irk me and I would love to experiment
on zee child in vitro. It’s not like
it’s human, after all.”
Squall made a noise like an angry cat – half growl, half
moan, strangled sounding as he focused entirely on Odine. “I’ll just kill you and that will end the
whole mess.”
“Yeah! Good plan, Squall!”
Selphie bounced in place and took a swipe at the Alien who was blocking
Odine from her sight with his huge bod.
The Lanian not only didn’t strike back, he half cringed, though the blow
had seemed to just be a ‘ow’ not an ‘argh’ kind of blow. And he didn’t even try
to hit her back.
I had been sneaking over to the console – lever, lever,
there must be a lever. Oooooo, a bright
red shiny button… maybe that one? No,
no, Odine liked levers. Ah! Covered
panel. Darn, need a key… One hundred
and one uses might not work so well here where I could blow up something we
might need later. Like me.
My attention was yanked by Odine, who took advantage of the
alien’s cringe to take a step to the side and shoot Selphie with an ugly little
gun that looked like the offspring of a black wasp and an uzi. Selphie flumped
to the floor like a sack of whipped cream. Squall and I were ready to just
forget about rescue and just rip the bowsucking festerfuck’s head off and shove
it in a dark, smelly place – but we didn’t get time. All of this took place in much less time than it’s taking me to
write this, after all.
Every one of the aliens made a growling noise that made me
shudder and feel … almost as if I were being yanked out of my body, forced like
a puppet to turn and take a step … I pulled myself right back away, none of
that shit, that was some Sorceress crap and I’d learned how to deal with it; I
saw Squall do the same thing out of the corner of my eye, shaking himself as if
he were coming out of a sleepwalking session.
“What are you doing, fools?! Get them! That was our
agreement, I would keep the sterile female, zee sorceress, you would get zee
Bloodline you wanted …Ack! No!”
One of them went for Odine and got shot by the waspgun. He went down but the others swarmed the
little bastard – it was horrifying – they just tore him to pieces as he shot
them one by one, until they ripped that arm off too. And I couldn’t move to stop them, I didn’t even want to; I wanted
to be there, clawing and biting with them at the man who’d hurt a Pregnant
Woman.
Squall finally focused enough to get around the magical
blocks; according to Odine, this was a Sorcery Free zone, and junctioned magic
wasn’t supposed to work. Odd… but I
could wonder about that later, yeah.
Squall had a few tricks up his sleeve; ha! Take that, alien
buttheads! They all went down when
Squall got a sleep status effect to hit one of them, which was freaky, but I
didn’t ask.
What I did do was walk up to where Odine was and get his
key… and then put a bullet between his eyes.
He was still alive after all the damage they’d done to him. Tough little git. Not anymore.
I tossed the keys to Squall and he got that panel open and
drained the tank, releasing Rinoa from whatever those wires and tubes were
doing to her… ugh… I don’t like to think of that. I had to resist the urge to phoenixdown the nasty bow wearing
fucker and rez him so I could kill him again or let Squall have a go at him.
Then the Lanians woke up as if a switch had been
thrown. All but the ones Odine shot and
the one that Squall had gotten the actual status effect to stick to – whatever
locked them together must have dissipated.
“Oh boy.”
Squall had Rinoa, soggy, coughing and gasping, but alive, in
his arms and was getting ready to do battle while carrying her. That’s my boy. Stubborn little shit. We
were soooooooo fucked. Out numbered, out classed… and oh shit, one of the men
was focusing on Squall and starting to do that… that thing!
Before I could so much as raise my gun, a horrible noise
like a thousand crickets sharpening razorblades against their noisemakers
exploded into the room, making all of us wince and the Lanians there get even
more pale than before. Several alarms
went off at once and the place’s emergency lights cut on as the main power went
out.
I saw Squall’s eyes go wide and the Lanians all snarled, but
it was a frightened snarl, not a threat. They were obviously surrendering. I
looked where Squall had focused, staring as if he were about to go into a
seizure. He was starting to slide to
the floor with Rinoa – his strength had all been used up getting to her. He had nothing left – as he always did, he
used everything up to accomplish his goal.
Hundreds of cats ran in, followed by a large blonde man.
“Savin’ your ass again, Squirt.” He was
speaking to my son, a big arrogant smirk crossing his beautiful scarred face.
“Whatever would you do without me?”
… Familiar face… oh
shit…
Fuck me with a moomba!
That was Edea’s Knight, Seifer Almasy… and he was LANIAN!
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