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Het warnings ahead. Hints of Yaoi. Shifting POV. Starts out
as a sort of flashback but catches up to the rest of the timeline by the end. The
strangeness truly begins.

Characters belong to Square Soft. I make no money at this. I
don�t think I could be this mean to folks I like for a living, anyway�

Fever: Chapter 5

You give me fever, when you kiss me

Fever when you hold me tight
(�Fever� by Peggy Lee)

Selphie about had enough of this biz. Everyone and his
brother had had his hands on Irvine since they found him. Squall, Zell, the
doctor with the funny name, how many people were in this Garden, anyway? All
she wanted to do was get Irvine back to his quarters and check him over
herself. Doctors were all very well, but this was her Sweetie Baby they were
dealing with.

A look at poor Squall told Selphie she was off the hook
about the strawberry pie for a while. Served her right for raving about Trabian
strawberries all the time, anyway. As if she had the slightest idea how to make
a pie. She�d probably put Squally right back in the infirmary. Maybe Quistis
knew. Quisty looked like the type who harbored secret domestic skills. Oh,
well, Somebody was bound to know, and Selphie knew she could wheedle that
Somebody into making it for her.

And speaking of wheedling� Selphie bounced up and down as
she pleaded with the Doctor. �I aced all the first aid courses, I even got an
�A� in anatomy!�

�Selphie, this looks like it�s very contagious.� Dr.
Kadowski tried to focus on the highly excited young woman, but her eyes kept
straying to where Squall lay, fighting restraints, nurses, and sedatives.

�But Irvy is almost over it � he�s nothing like Squall. He
acts more like he�s drunk or something, which he might be �cuz we don�t know
whatall spells and stuff Squally used on him.� Selphie bounced a bit more. �You
already took every sample there can be. You let Zell go to his room. I�ll just
quarantine myself with Irvy.�

The Doctor hesitated, and Selphie whipped out her two best
arguments.

�You know I�ll break his quarantine and be with him anyway.
And you know we all got lots of experience taking care of each other during the
Ultimecia Thing. So you might as well say yes, right?�

�Selphie�� Something distracted Kadowski again. �No! NO! Do
you want him to start casting again?!� She bustled over to Squall, snapping
orders.

�I�ll take that as a �Yes�!� Selphie called after her.

With Quistis�s help, Selphie got Irvine comfortably tucked
into his own bed. Selphie had thought about taking him to her room, but Irvy
was a teensy bit neater than she was. And he still was in guest quarters, which
were bigger and nicer than regular quarters. Selphie never saw the logic of
that. Why give the people who didn�t need it the extra space? They�d only have
a suitcase or so, right? And who cared how nice it was if they were only gonna
sleep there a night or two?

It worked out in this case, because Irvine�s bed was an
invitingly wide double. Selphie planned to join her Honey there just as soon as
he was able.

She and Irvine hadn�t had time to truly cement their
relationship yet. All they had actually done was cuddle a little and kiss a
lot. Selphie remembered the aching fear she�d felt ever since Irvine first came
up missing. The worst part of it was the regret, sorrow that they had never
been more to each other. That was also the only part she had any real control
over and Selphie intended to move their friendship to the next level.

No more regrets.

**

I managed to drag my eyelids open and look around. I was
back in my own little bed and life was good. Must�ve been a bad dream,
Kinneas.

Or maybe this was a good one. Snuggled to my chest was my
little Buttercup, Selphie. She smelled so sweet, all sunshine and lemon candy,
with a bit of musky woman scent behind it. I smoothed down her hair and watched
some of it curl back up in her silly trademark flip.

Selphie woke up and smiled at me and something cold and
tight that had gotten a hold on me let go. She sat up and knuckled the sleep
out of her eyes like a child.

�Hi there,� she said.

�Hey,� I said, intelligently. I was feeling safe and warm.
All I needed now was Squall�

Squall?!

Then it wasn�t a dream�

Selphie yawned and stretched. She was wearing one of my old
chambray shirts and the glimpse I got through the crooked buttoning told me
that was about all she was wearing. My faithful friend proved I still had some
heterosexual drives by immediately stiffening up.

�You feeling better?� Selphie didn�t even pretend to ignore
the show, in fact, she rested her little hand on me.

Fighting a blush, I squirmed a bit under her touch. �You tell
me,� I managed.

She smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. Unfortunately
Selphie put most of her weight on my little buddy. I wriggled for real this
time and unbalanced, she pitched forward into my arms.

�Careful, Darlin�,� I wheezed. �I might need that later.�

Selphie grinned up at me. �You�re gonna need it now.�
And she kissed me.

**

Selphie had heard locker room talk about The First Time. It
seemed most of the guys who seemed like they were telling the truth agreed that
�fiasco� was not too strong a term. When you are experiencing incredible new
wonderful feelings for the first time, it�s tricky to remember your partner
might want to feel nice, too. And then there�s all that clutching and grabbing
and desperately trying to put something somewhere� The awkwardness of
intimately fitting your body to a new and strange one�

Maybe they weren�t doing it right, she thought.

She was lying on top of her Irvine, watching him sleep. He
was all sweaty and his butterscotch and maple hair was stuck to him in places.
Funny how he reminded Selphie of food. She licked a nipple, just to get another
taste of him. Irvine stirred a bit and his lazy smile spread across his face.
He hugged her a little tighter, but didn�t wake up. She had worn him out, poor
baby. Still, for a guy who was supposed to be really sick, Irvine had a lot of
stamina. Once they got going, Selphie never wanted to stop and towards the end
she was starting to think they never were.

Ooo, she was going to be sore later, but it was soooooo worth
it.

Selphie thought about their future. She was great at
planning stuff for other people, but thinking about her own future just scared
her. Now it didn�t seem so bad.

Maybe they�d get
married. Contraceptive shots were required for active duty SeeDs but she and
Irvy could take a leave of absence until the current ones wore off. Selphie
made up all sorts of scenarios that ended up with a house full of kids. Irvine
would make such a great father.

She loved him so much.

**

My little firecracker, Selphie, almost succeeded in killing
me off. The desert, the monster attack, the fever, and Squall combined didn�t
do what three hours of intensive sex with her had done to me.

I was relieved to discover I could still function with the
opposite sex. This homosexuality thing had taken me by surprise. I had never
been homophobic, just not interested. Good-looking guys, like fast cars, were
acknowledgeabley sexy but I never planned on actually having sex with one.

Squall changed all that.

And as much as I loved Selphie and enjoyed making love to
her, I could not climax until I started concentrating on Squall.

Poor Selphie, she probably thought I was never going to
finish. I never should have been so rough with her; I knew it was her first
time. She didn�t complain, though. Just kinda purred�

Hope I didn�t spoil her.

The next few days we made love constantly. At first the
backache was so bad I almost cried every time my little nymphomaniac gave me
the come hither look. But I could deny her nothing, and I manfully did my best.
My fever leveled off, neither improving nor worsening, and I discovered going
down on Selphie soothed the backache and malaise a bit.

Still, she preferred traditional sex. I was having
increasing problems finishing with Selphie that way. She could get me going
with just a smile, but it got so it took and act of Hyne for me to come. I just
stayed hard and ready for hours. I am ashamed to say I was relieved and
grateful when Selphie came down with the fever.

In addition to all this great fun, I was dizzy, weak, sleepy
and nauseated. I couldn�t keep anything down. Even water churned in my stomach.
Just the smell of cooked food sent me running for the bathroom. Eventually one
of the lunch ladies, Hyne bless her, sent up a weird combination of beer and
tart lemonade and a sack of gingersnaps. I was ravenously hungry by that point
and I ate the whole bag, crumbs and all, and sent down for more. That is what I
lived on.

Everyday, Kadowski would send some mosquito up to draw more
blood. I think she was secretly supporting a nest of vampires down there or
something. She claimed she was tracking changes and that mine were the most
radical and strange, which made me feel right special.

Squall was still sick as a dog. Selphie was poorly, and
Quisty had it, too. Zell disappeared for a couple of days and resurfaced like
nothing had happened, damn him. Good thing, too, as he was about run ragged
trying to pick up the slack for SeeD of having literally four fifths of the A levels
down all at once.

I could not lick this bug. I couldn�t stay awake. I drug
myself around my quarters and counted the minutes until I could decently go
back to bed.

Back to dreams of Squall, some of which were so vivid I felt
like I was cheating on Selphie.

The chirping of the intercom woke me up. �Irvine? Dr.
Kadowski here. Do you feel like coming down to the Infirmary?�

My first response was �No�, but I thought about getting out
and breathing some fresh air. �Sure thing, Doc. What�s the deal?�

�Just some routine tests.� Was it just me or did her voice
sound a little odd?

I took a long hot shower. My tan had faded a bit making my
nipples seem darker, more copper colored. I thought my hair was a bit longer,
too, maybe it grows more when you�re sick.
I was forced to throw away several different shampoos and conditioners I
used to like; they must have gone over or something. I settled for Selphie�s
baby shampoo and washed my whole self in it.

I was still achy and so I dressed for comfort. My nipples
were unusually sensitive, so I picked my oldest, softest cotton shirt to go
with my favorite slightly disreputable jeans. I skipped the belt because it hit
the bad spot in my lower back. Add the hat, and voila! Irvine Kinneas is back
in action.

Too bad all I wanted to do was crawl back to bed.

I gathered up a survival supply of gingersnaps and headed
out. It occurred to me I could visit with Squall and my pace picked up a bit.

I hiked the country mile to the main round, wondering if the
Shumites had a side business in shoe leather. I looked around for a bench to
rest on, but the only one was far too close to the cafeteria. I didn�t think
Squall would like it if I yakked in one of his ornamental pools. With a groan,
I started the truck to the Infirmary, the long way around. Half way there I got
a good whiff of the training center and that wonderful lizard poop smell, and
found myself bending over a waste can.

Someone came up behind me and rubbed my back just like I
like it. I leaned back against him, eyes fluttering closed, making yummy
noises.

�You okay, Irvy?� Squall asked.

�I thought you were still in Sick Bay? You feelin� better?�

�Yeah, I�m fine.� Which had to be a base lie; Squall looked
like he�d been trampled by chocobos, eaten with greens and then pecked back out
of their poop. �Is that where you�re headed?� he continued, �Dr. Kadowski
wanted me to report in for some sort of special test.�

�Me, too.� I let Squall sort of guide me the rest of the
way, trying not to lean on him too obviously. I noticed him watching me with
that little frowny look he gets, and I straightened up. �I�m okay,� I lied. If
he can do it, I can do it.

Dr. Kadowski took yet another vial of blood from both Squall
and me, plus we had to fill the little cup. It wasn�t hard for me, I have to
pee all the time lately. Must be the beer.

She took the samples and bustled away into the lab, leaving
the two of us to read outdated Timber Maniacs. Squall sat right next to me on
the bench, not quite snuggling.

Periodically he would leave over and taste the air around
me, drinking my scent like a cat. The backache kicked in and I squirmed, trying
to find a comfortable spot on the damn hard metal seat. I caught Squall�s
attention and gave him my best seductive lazy smile. His eyes glazed over most
satisfactorily.

I was a good thing Dr. Kadowski came back in then or our
reputations would have been shot for sure.

The Good Doctor ushered us both into her private sitting
room. This has to be bad, I thought, fear washing over me. The
fever�s fatal, I�m gonna die and now I�ve killed Squall and Selphie, too. Squall,
always the strong one, grabbed me by the upper arm and steered me to a chair.

Kadowski fidgeted with some reports like she didn�t know how
to start. I was caught between fainting and throwing up and started shaking.
Squall sat on the arm of the chair and put his arm around me.

�Doctor?� It sounded more like a command than a request.

Kadowski started. She took a deep breath. �I have been
monitoring Irvine very closely. He has symptoms no one else was exhibiting.�

�Should I wait outside?� Squall asked gently.

�No!� I said, clutching at him.

�This concerns you, too,� Kadowski said. �With help from the
huge data bases in Esther, I think I�ve figured out what is going on.� She took
off her glasses and polished them. �There are two separate agencies at work
here. The first is the fairly contagious fever. It is spread by blood. Squall
was bleeding when he was brought in and I think that was how Quistis and
Selphie were infected. I�m less clear on the vectors with Zell and Irvine ��

Blushing, Squall muttered, �I bit them.�

She nodded. �I thought it might be something like that. The fever
causes amazing changes. It�s a magically enhanced virus and it literally
rewrites your DNA code. The odd thing is, only SeeDs and other paramagic users
seem to be able to catch it.�

�Other paramagic users?� I couldn�t think who that would be.

�Rinoa. I scratched her; she has it now.�

I forced myself not to show my teeth and wondered why I
cared if Squall and Rinoa got in a little scratchin� and bitin� and lovin�. Not
like I wasn�t with Selphie.

�Odine thinks it may be related to your ability to junction
with GF�s. Not everyone can do that, as you know.�

�As a matter of fact, I did not know that.� I said.

As if she hadn�t heard me, Kadowski continued. �You may have
noticed certain physiological changes. Your sense of smell has improved
dramatically. The number of cones and rods in your eyes has changed, making you
more photosensitive and possibly changing the way you perceive colors. Your
pupils are actually more slit, narrowing your peripheral vision.�

�That�s why I Rinoa could sneak up on me.� Squall mused.

�Okay, Doc, we�ve changed. I think we�ve pretty much figured
that part out.� I was a little bit louder this time.

Kadowski stopped polishing her glasses and put them back on.
�Yes.� She scanned down a list. �Ears more pointed, hearing enhanced at certain
pitches only. Differences from minute to pronounced in every vital organ and
system. Some fascinating individual mutations.�

Squall suddenly folded his hands in his lap.

�So, are we gonna die? Keep mutating until we become the
next Lunar Cry? What?� I was getting ready to jump out of my skin.

�No! Nothing like that! All indications are you have all
stabilized. If anything, you kids will be a bit healthier and tougher that you
were before.�

Well. Thanks for scaring the shit out of me, then.

�What about Irvine?� Squall asked.

Off came the glasses again. �What was so confusing at first
about Irvine is that his symptoms seemed so much more extreme. But if you
separate out the fever, then what Irvine is experiencing is almost classic.�

�Classic what?� I was glad Squall was talking, because my
voice seemed to have dried up. I was busy imagining every disease I ever heard
of.

�The backache, the drowsiness, the nausea, the frequent
urination, the food cravings�� Kadowski took a deep breath and put her glasses
back on. �Irvine, you�re pregnant.�
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