AN: I'm gonna leave story2 hangin for a bit *evil grin* cause I wanna see where story1's goin

Rating: R (I tried to keep it lower, but it just wasn't destined to happen - unlike other things [which are responsible for the rating])

Disclaimer: SG characters are (c) MGM (thankie to Morrigan for that :p).  FF8 characters are (c) Squaresoft, original characters are mine – ask nicely and I might let you play with them, s'long's you don't break them...

Warnings: SxS - Yaoi (guyxguy) later - if u don't like, don't read.  Character death.  Maybe angst (I do like to torture my characters sometimes :p), language (prob nothin u aint heard b4, but still...)

~Chapter Fifteen: Fever Dreaming~

Seifer knew, in the part of his mind that was still thinking rationally, that he was delirious.  He also knew that here and now was not a good place or time to be delirious.  Not considering the fact that the pursuit would start in a day - two days at most.  He also knew, to his shame, that he should've realised this could happen, and have left at least food for Squall.  But lack of food might save them, as long as Squall didn't decide to go back to Rinoa to ask for help.

He shook violently, heat overwhelming him, stifling him.  He could feel no sweat, only his trenchcoat weighing him down, making him overheat.  Awkwardly, struggling in his weakness, he managed to get out of its confines, but he was still too hot.  There was only his shirt, and he was too tired to try and remove that.  A sudden wave of cold down his spine made him shiver, only he couldn't stop.  The shivering continued, waves of cold spreading over his body.  Then cool hands, only now they were burning with heat, were forcing his arms into a jacket. 

Seifer felt the fur tickling his neck, and realised that Squall was there, realised that the hands were Squall's hands, and that he was wearing Squall's jacket.  Part of his mind wanted to throw off the welcome touch, to tear away the jacket that he had always longed to wear, to hide his feelings behind a mask of hatred and condescension.  But the other part was too feverish, too delirious, to care what conclusions might be drawn, what might be said in fever-dreams.  His arms were forced into another coat - his trenchcoat he realised - which was drawn close around him.

He began to feel hot again, began to struggle to lose some of the layers, but strong arms wrapped themselves tightly around his thin frame, holding him to someone's chest.  Someone was holding him close, safe, their chin barely on his shoulder, whispering softly that he was going to be alright.  Hair tickled his overheated face, and Seifer realised it was Squall once more.

Adrenaline surged through his body as his mind screamed out in panic that he had to get away, but even as his heart leaped in his chest, responding to the instinct to flee, he relaxed into Squall's chest.  Hell, his rational mind thought, he was unlikely to get this chance again, so he might as well make the most of it.

AN: Will Seifer survive?  Or will the world come crashing around Squall's ears once more?  Short chpt I know, sorry, but I didn't think the longer version worked as well.  Anyway, onto the thanks!

sidhe_ranma: Thankie for the DHD :) and telling me that yes, Daniel does usually have a handgun/zat – I'm not up on the seasons, I just kinda watch the show lol – so at some point he will get a weapon from the ff8 world :)  The SG1 crew will make another appearance in 4/5 chpts, I think, so bear with it.  Once the cast is assembled they'll probably be in almost all the chpts :)

Lady Yuskreven: *glomps* hee, how could I forget mission?  I had so much fun with that surprise, I've gotta find out if there's any more that I can spring :p  And thankie for reviewing this fic, I'm gladdened to discover that people do read my little ANs :)