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Let�s see, warnings�
sex scene. That�s about it, I think. But then, I wrote the fic, so I�m
not easily scared�. Mwahahahaha�.

rev�e�nant (rv-nnt) n.
1) One that returns after a lengthy absence. 2) One who returns after death.

Chapter 3

{Squall}

Zell and I made our way to the
right side of the corridor.

�You want me to take point, Baby?�
To his credit, all signs of his recent scare have vanished.

�We�ll stay together,� I said. �I
don�t want only one of us to see whatever is there.�

��kay,� Zell chirped, and took me
at my word. If he got any closer, he would have been inside the loosest of my
belts.

The first dorm I opened and peered
in was largely empty, but the rumpled and dusty bedding remained. It read to me
as if the occupant had been given enough warning to pack but not to clean.

Zell and I searched each dorm diligently, working our way
back towards the stairs and the allegedly haunted room. Major discoveries thus
far: numerous candy wrappers, a well thumbed stash of �Girl Next Door�
magazines, and a truly gruesome towel; it must have been left wet in the
shower, mildewing ever since into a horrid wad.

Zell stopped by one of the
ubiquitous glassed in bulletin boards that schools can�t seem to function
without. He shined his light over the faded and dusty notices. �Hn, doesn�t
seem like the Cafeteria menu improved much in 10 years.�

�But they are on their second side
of beef already,� I teased mildly, scanning the hall out of habit. The reddish
glow from Seifer�s Fira spilling across the hall up ahead told me he and Irvine
were either more efficient or less thorough. A row of open doors marked their
progress; I realized we had done the same. Something glinted and for a moment,
I thought I was seeing a large puddle of blood. Keeping my voice calm, I said, �Zell, what is that?�

Zell turned in an instant and
flashed his light around. �Looks like a puddle of ice� maybe the pipes burst?
It�s awful close to Shiva�s Outhouse, there.�

Shiva- and I on her behalf- was
faintly insulted by the association. As if she�d have any involvement with
frightening children. Or SeeDs. Or anything to do with plumbing, for that
matter. �It�s right on the other side,� I agreed. �Logically the bathrooms are
back to back like in the upper floors.� We edged closer. It must have been the
shielding on Zell�s minitorch that made everything look so luridly wet and red.

I looked for signs of water damage
typical with a broken water pipe but saw none.
�I�m going to Scan it.�

Zell looked hesitant. �Okay, Baby,
but��

I nodded curtly to him and cast,
braced for visions of bloody screaming faces.

What I was not prepared for
was the icy puddle erupting in a volcano of frozen blood. I fell back against
Zell chest, arm instinctively raised to shield my eyes; the rest of me was
inundated with slurries of slime. I rivulets dripping through my hair and I
choked on the smell of old freezer burned meat.

Zell caught me and steadied me
against his chest. �Peeeeee-Ew!� How can anyone gag cheerfully?

Seifer and Irvine rushed into the hall. �Hyne!� Seifer
made a retching noise. �Somebody fart and improve that stench.�

Irvine laughed, immediately
apologized for laughing, and continued to chuckle. He rummaged around in his
purse and came up with a packet of moist towellettes, which he handed to me.

�Do I want to know why you carry
those?� Zell asked. I realized I was still cradled in his arms and moved
hastily away to attempt cleanup.

Irvine grinned and winked at Zell
in lieu of a reply, and returned to his survey of the hallway. He was nearly
back to back with Seifer who stood vigil over the passage to the doors, past
the supposedly haunted room

�We�re rockin� and rollin� now,�
Seifer muttered.

Nothing is quite as revoltingly
sticky as old blood. I scrubbed at my face, noting that now I smelled like lemon
fresh old freezer burned meat.

�What happened?� Irvine asked.

�It�s Scan,� Zell said. �Freaky
shit pops out under Scan.�

�Why, though?� I asked, looking
for a place to discard the used wipes. I was forced to tuck them back into
their foil envelopes and put them in my pocket.

Zell shrugged and chewed his lip.
�Didn�t happen when you cast in The Bathroom, did it, Irvine?�

�I didn�t cast. The plants were
dead and I�m not in the habit of Scanning inanimate objects like you guys.
Anyway,� he confessed with a bad little boy smile, �I�m not junctioned. I don�t
like having Siren in my head 24/7, I have to call her and then junction and I
tend to avoid it if I can.�

I sighed. Irvine had taken to
paramagic and the GF�s readily enough during the war; it was easy for me to
overlook the fact that he wasn�t trained at Balamb and still had memories he
was loathe to lose.

�Scan is one of the paramagic
versions pf clairvoyance,� Seifer remarked absently. �You get a lot of
symbolism in those spells, remember the elemental notes on most monsters?�

Nodding, I tried not to flinch as
the blood soaked fur of my collar brushed my jaw. �Clear this area and then
we�ll go back. We need electrical testing equipment and other supplies.�

�Like about a case of �Springtime
in Winhill� air freshener,� Zell said.

�I do have aromatherapy oils,�
Irvine confessed. �Bergamot, grapefruit-ginger, and rose-orange. Good for
energy and happiness.�

�In short, sex.� Zell laughed.
�There was never any doubt.�
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{Irvine}

Squall marched us through
searching each dorm: bedroom, dresser, bathroom, next; Zell hustling along with
him like a good little soldier. Seifer and I hovered on the fringes, sticking
close together, on watch for I don�t know what. Maybe Seifer was looking for
comfort, after all he was acting skittish before we even got here. I can tell
you, that worried me a lot more than the possibility of a haunted can:
something that made Seifer sweat, Zell yell, and Squall flinch.

I figured when it was my turn, I�d faint dead away like a proper
Galbadian lady confronted with a man wearing nothing but smirk. Come to think
on it, I was much more in the mood for a naked man than ghost busting, and I
eyed my three soon to be volunteers.

�Are we really going hang here
until midnight?� I asked, hoping it
didn�t sound whiny. The batteries on Zell�s flashlight wouldn�t last that long
and not even Seifer could hold a spell for hours.

Squall stretched a little, a very
distracting movement, and confirmed, �We should leave now and come back with
hazmat gear, and an electrical testing kit.� Took me a few minutes to translate
that; my brain turned off all upper function the moment his shoulders and back
started their sinuous arch. The path of
the horndog never runs smoothly, but oh, the bumps are lovely.

�There�s an idea, Baby, and maybe
take a peek down in engineering at the climate controls for this area.� Zell bounced, he�s always happy to have a
direction to channel all that energy. My personal theory of why he and
Quezacotal get along so well: he powers her.

We collected at the stairway doors
and Squall moved to the pad to key in the pass codes. It occurred to me that he
hadn�t offered the codes to any of us, and we hadn�t asked, which meant if he�d
been knocked unconscious instead of sprayed with stinky, stale water, we�d all
be well and truly fucked without a kiss. And not in any nice way.

I pulled in a mite closer as if
ready to help muscle the doors open once the magnetic locks released, and took
advantage of my height to spy a little. I noticed Seifer, who was holding the
Fira to give Squall light, was also memorizing the code.

Naturally, the doors didn�t open.
Not good.

�Booyaka,� Seifer said in a
monotone.

�Uh-oh,� Zell said, coming over to
examine the doorpad.

�Manual override,� Squall said,
offering a long red key. �One of you take the key and I�ll count down to the
codes.�

Zell grabbed the key and with a
nifty bit of juggling, tossed me his flashlight. I covered Squall and Seifer
moved over to give Zell enough light to find the keyhole.

�Turn on my command,� Squall said,
punching in numbers too fast for me to catch. �Ready?�

�Ready,� Zell confirmed.

�Turn,� Squall punched in the
final code.

Blue sparks danced over the keypad
and fissions of wicked light played over Squall, who stumbled back against me
with a gasp of pain. My hand seared on one of
his belt buckles when I grabbed him as his legs folded. We collapsed
together, me on me knees, And Squall wound up in my lap. It�s a position I
would have liked a lot better under other circumstances.

�Hyne�s hairy ass crack,� Seifer
snarled, shoulder slamming Zell away from the key before he was completely
electrocuted. The little guy hit the wall like a sack of fried turds and slid down with a groan.

Seifer was on him like a chocabo
on greens, dropping the long held Fira. Since I�d dropped the flashlight, it
was dark enough to see foul lightening licking over Zell�s armored gloves
before he or Quezacotal sucked it up.

Predictably, the doors did not
budge one iota. Really not good.

�Zell?� Squall panted.

�Hands,� Zell confessed.

�Light!� Seifer demanded.

�Fuck,� I muttered, feeling around
in the dark and not for the cylindrical object I wanted to touch.

I delved into my carryall and came
up with a handful of lightsticks. I popped two and rolled them at Seifer and
Zell, then held one in my teeth while I searched for a potion. I nearly laughed
and dropped our light when I looked over at poor Zell: the electricity had
puffed his hair out so he looked like a tattooed dandelion.

Seifer scooped up a lightstick and
ordered, a might unnecessarily I might add, �Check Squall out, Irvine. I got
the �wuss.�

�Not a wuss,� Zell said, sounding
more like the baby only I remembered than the warrior.

Seifer just smoothed down some of
Zell�s poofed hair distractedly and dug a potion out of his pocket. �Load up,�
he said, pouring some of the healing liquid directly onto Zell�s palms. �Burn
on your weapon is not good.�

That mental image made me shift
and wince a bit, and it wasn�t Exeter I was thinking about, either. I gazed
down at my armful of Squall. �You ok, Captain?�

�Yes,� Squall said, stripping off
his gloves. �Shocked me, feels like my hands are burned, too.�

��m fine, Quez protects me from
most electrical damage.� Zell inspected his armored glove. �Getting scorched by
hot metal, however��

Seifer rolled his eyes and
reiterated with remarkable patience for him, �You do not neglect your weapon
and in your case, it�s your hands.� He dumped more cure across Zell�s palms.
�Can you flex them all right?�

Squall�s hands, bared for my
examination, were slim and pale, like a lady�s, except for the fact that he
chews his nails. Maybe that�s why he wears the gloves all the time. �Doesn�t
look too bad.� I assured him.

�No,� Squall confirmed gravely,
�the blood isn�t mine.�

I blinked and tried to focus in
the weird green light of the glowsticks. �Blood?�

I didn�t see any blood.

�When I got splattered,� Squall
explained. �Some of the blood must have soaked through my gloves and stained my
hands, they are covered in blood.� I didn�t remember seeing any blood out in
the hall, either, just some frost and that lovely smell of stagnant bilge
water. Sensing my hesitation, he repeated reassuringly, �It�s not mine.�

Not at all comforted, I glanced
over to Seifer, who occupied with helping a shaken Zell to his feet.

�I ain�t sayin� what I�m seein�,�
Seifer said. �Get a potion in Lady MacBeth, Irv.�

�Is this a gunblade I see before
me?� Zell chortled faintly and leaned against the wall. His addled gaze fell on
the doors. �Aw, they didn�t open?�

�Right, blood. Hold still,
Darlin�� I coaxed a potion down Squall. I love playing doctor.

Taking the potion like a good boy,
Squall fished out his cell phone and checked it. �Fried. Irvine, do you have
yours? Can you reach Quis?�

I shook my head. �Rings too much,
too distractin� when I�m tryin� to work.�

�It�s still a few hours to midnight.� Seifer said grimly. �You wanted to see
what new happy shit would get flung into the whirling blades of our lives then,
anyway.�

Squall must have finally realized
he was sitting in my lap, because he edged away and stood. �I want a shower.� I
tried not to take that personal, blaming the blood I couldn�t see.

�Here?� Zell said
incredulously.

�You�ll freeze your dick off.�
Seifer protested. After a beat he face palmed and shook his head. �Wait, what
am I saying?"

�You aren�t coated in,� Squall ignored Seifer and stalked to the
nearest room. ��whatever.�

Seifer shrugged and scooped up
Zell�s duffle bag and flashlight. That little item was harder to hang onto than
Selphie at a craft store.

�In what, frost?� Zell trotted
along behind.

�No, frozen blood, it�s
disgusting.�

Zell and I exchanged looks.
�Baby,� he tried, �There�s no blood on you. Not that I can see, anyway.�

�I can see it.� Squall snapped,
then halted and added. "Am I hallucinating? Could the air quality be
bad?"

�Maybe it�s that frost gunk,� I
said smoothly, more than happy with the idea of getting Squall naked.

Zell agreed. �Wouldn�t hurt to
wash it off.�

�Aw, you don�t like Our Fearless
Leader smelling like a wet dog?� Seifer
tossed Zell�s duffle onto the bunk, laughing in the face of Squall�s indignant
glare. But he seemed to me like he was
forcing it.

�I�ll get cleaned up and we can
all rest until zero-hundred hours,� Squall said. �If nothing happens, we�ll
have verified it�s mechanical issues, not some� paranormal infestation.� He
shrugged off his jacket with a faint expression of distaste. �Worst case
scenario, we wait a day for Quistis and Xu to rescue us.�

�Getting rescued by them is
the worst case, totally.� Zell wrinkled up his nose. �We could try the ducts to
another level, first. Up might be tricky but down, to engineering, that�s
doable.�

�You mean you will try the
vents,� Seifer said. �No way will I fit. �in fact, I�m not too sure you can get
your shoulders through there anymore, Chickie.� He grinned. �Might have to drop
Kinneas down the hole.�

I shuddered. I didn�t mind the
dark, but small dark close places � close being defined and anywhere without
enough room to pull Exeter and shoot � gave me the heebie-jeebies.

Squall left a trail of wet leathers
to the bathroom. Zell followed dutifully along behind him, picking them up and
shaking them out before spreading the clothes to dry. He held up a glowstick
and scrutinized Squall�s jacket by its wavery incandescence. �Just looks like
water to me,� he murmured, cutting his eyes to the bathroom door as it closed.

Seifer nodded. �Don�t leave him in
there alone.�

�I�ll go in,� I said, trying not
to drool. �I have body wash and shampoo in my gear.� I fished out my amenities and a towel. The travel candles I
tossed to Seifer. �You guys get it all nice and cozy in here,� I smiled
beatifically, �I�ll go scrub the Captain�s back.�

�It�s a dirty job,� Zell sighed,
�but somebody�s gotta do it.�
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{Squall}

Irvine dropped a few light sticks
in the sink, letting the medicine cabinet mirror spread their meager green
light. He slipped into the shower behind me, making a happy noise when he
discovered the water was hot.

At least, I think that�s what the
happy sound was about.

I was standing under the downpour,
letting the hot water scrub away the last of the rancid blood. It bothered me a
little that no one else noticed it was there.

He wasted no time lathering me up.
Irvine�s body wash smelled like ginger and peaches and some pleasant herby
thing. It felt good to be clean, and to have Irvine�s large hands on me. I
leaned against the wall, resting on my arms, and let him wash and massage my
worries away. The part of me that is all about duty and responsibility wanted
to protest when Irvine�s soap slicked finger traced its way down my crack. We
were on a mission, after all, and this was neither the time nor the place. But
I was tired, and cold with something more than simple temperature, and when
Irvine wrapped his arms around me I couldn�t find the strength to say �no�.

One does not have sex with Irvine
Kinneas. No matter if you are crowded into the supply cupboard in Xu�s office
or spread across the giant beds at Laguna�s palace, if you have five minutes or
five hours, he always makes love. Everything is slow and easy, from the
whispers in my ear to the caresses along my cock. Even so, it didn�t take long
before I was gasping pleas and bumping my ass against his erection. Irvine
obliged by holding me firmly around the waist and pushing in.

He shielded me with his body, held
me close, one hand splayed possessively over my heart. It was Irvine�s other
hand that had most of my attention, his soap slick fingers gliding over my
shaft. He rolled his hips and my knees went weak. Irvine chuckled and did it again
and all too soon I was scrabbling against the shower wall, moaning his name.

Afterwards, when we were drying
each other off, I caught his grin and rolled my eyes. �Yes,� I conceded, �you
were right again and sex cures everything.�

�Not everything, Darlin�,� Irvine
confessed, �Just most things.�

I took a clean tee shirt from my
satchel and tied our one, sodden towel around my hips, preparatory to finding
my leathers. Irvine�s all over tan is a testament to his ease with nakedness,
but he pretended to stalk my towel all the same, playfully making as if to
snatch it for himself.

We both shivered when we left the
steamy warm bathroom; the cold clawed at us. Irvine beelined for a pile of
blankets; I tried to reconcile myself to clammy leathers.

Seifer and Zell had raided the
nearby rooms, creating a nest of faintly dusty blankets, pillows, and even
mattresses. The room was dotted with Irvine�s candles and the soft glow was a
vast improvement over the cold white of the flashlights or the putrid green of the
light sticks. The scents were nice, too, and almost masked the faint but
pervasive smell of death.

Seifer and Zell were seated in the
middle of the nest, Zell in Seifer�s lap, his back to him. Seifer was kissing
the large bruise blossoming on Zell�s shoulder, perhaps an apology, or as close
as Seifer gets.

I realized they were having sex,
or had just finished more like, since both Seifer and Zell were smiling and
their movements were languid. Irvine rained a few packets of his moist
toweletts over Zell and the flopped beside them, now wearing only his jeans and
a blanket. Seifer leaned back and let Zell clean them both up.

�Come on in,� Seifer said, �the
water is fine.�

I arched an eyebrow and reached
for my pants. They were cold, wet, and still slimy with blood. I hesitated.

�Don�t get dressed yet, Baby,�
Zell told me. �We have a couple hours until Midnight, let them dry out a bit.
You can wear my PJ�s if you want.�

�Would those be the ones with the little chickabos on
them?� Irvine asked, laughing.

�And rainbows.� I remembered the
horrible things well.

�Hey, they�re fuzzy!� Zell
defended. �Good protection against eeeeeeevil ghosts.�

Seifer shook his head,
wonderingly. �Hyne, Zell, what does your mom have against you?�

�We all got some that Yule,�
Irvine laughed. �Mine had little moogles and I think Squall�s had moombas.�

�And you didn�t pack them?� Seifer
pretended to be incredulous.

�I have no night clothes,� I said.

Zell fell back against Seifer�s
chest, laughing. �He disowned them!�

�Along with that scary nightshirt
Rinoa got you, the one with the pin tucks and the ruffles.� Irvine patted the
space beside him and I took the hint. Even with Shiva I could feel my skin
goosepimpling in the cold. As soon as I lay down beside Irvine, he grabbed me
up and rolled me over so that I was wedged between him and Zell. Somehow in
this operation, I was divested of the wet towel, too.

�I bet you could have made that
look sexy, Baby.�

�I looked like the heroine in a
gothic romance. All I needed was the candle and to get lost on the moors.�

Zell and Irvine swooned in unison.
I was left looking at Seifer, who yawned. �We got nap time before Harpy Hour.
You take Emily, there, Squall, and I�ll take Charlotte.�

From Seifer�s arms, Zell murmured
sleepily, �How come no one ever remembers the other one?�

�What other one?� Irvine asked. He
wrapped his arm and a leg around me and I found I didn�t much care about
neglected and dead writers.

Seifer growled, �The one no one
gives a fuck about. Go to sleep, girls.�
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