Summary: Fever dreams could be quite telling… In which Lucy suffers from a terrible fever and Bickslow, who nurses her back to health, hears all of her desires.

Lucy stood shivering in the freezing rain as she looked up the mountain side. 600ft left to clime before she reached the summit.

"I knew I should have worn pants today," she muttered to herself. The job had been simple, gather the flowers that grow on the side of Mount Blume so the apothecary could make their seasonal perfume. Lucy had quickly finished the job and was walking back down the mountain when she spotted the glint of gold at the summit. She had turned around then and hurried to the apothecary to complete the job, running out with the rewards before the woman could properly thank her. Now here she was, dirty, wet and shivering and she scaled the mountain with nothing but the clothes on her back and her keys as back up.

"Just keep climbing climbing climbing, just keep climbing…" Lucy frantically muttered to herself as her foot slipped in the mud. The climb was treacherous on a good day, with the jagged rocks and barely-there foot rests and steep inclines. But now, in the pouring rain, it was what some would call suicidal. Lucy pushed those thoughts from her mind. She needed to get to the top and be sure.

Bruised, bleeding and her clothes hanging off her weighted down by the water, Lucy made it. And there, at the rock altar, was the key. The key she had been searching for the last six years. Bursting into tears, Lucy cradled the key to her chest as she fell to the ground, bruising and scraping her knees up more. Crawling under a precarious rock ledge, Lucy decided to wait out the rest of the rain, until the rain started to get heavier. Now she was worried.

"Lucy! Lucy! Where are you?" the faint voice of her boyfriend carried over the wind and water as his babies took him higher up the mountain. Bickslow had been waiting at Lucy's hotel room for hours when he started to get worried. Her simple job before their weekend get away to Blume Town's onsen should have ended hours ago. Instead, here he was in the rain, making sure his girlfriend hadn't decided to do something incredibly stupid.

"Bickslow? I'm at the top! I'm not sure I can get down on my own." Lucy shouted back. Quickly she clipped Aquarius's key to her key ring and slipped it back into the pocket on her belt. Still, after all this time, no one knew about Aquarius outside her team. She had tried to tell Bickslow but they had been interrupted and then he had broken his ankle on a job and had to wait a week for Wendy to get back and before she knew it, they had been together a year.

"Stay right where you are Lucy! I'm coming to get you." Of course my girlfriend would climb one of the most dangerous mountains in Fiore in the freezing rain and get stuck, he thought to himself. In the end, Bickslow was able to get to Lucy and precariously balance on his babies while carrying her bridal style, two babies under each foot and the fifth at his back. On the way back to the hotel, Lucy fell asleep, safe and secure in the arms of her lover. Crazy cosplayer, Bickslow shook his head as he changed his lover. It wouldn't do to vocalize that he questioned her sanity but at least he would have something for when he and Laxus got together next to wonder at how their girlfriends could function.

The next morning Lucy awake feeling a pressure behind her eyes and joints stiff. Bickslow was beside her in an instant helping her to sit up and drink some tea. In short order, the doctor arrived and diagnosed Lucy with a fever and hypothermia from exposure. The hypothermia was currently being treated with hot water bottles and heated blankets and warm fluids. The fever was harder to treat with Lucy's allergy to the medicine that the doctor had brought with him.

"Her fever should pass, but if it doesn't please call for me again and I'll bring over the medicine Miss Heartfilia isn't allergic to." The doctor quickly left, giving Bickslow more instructions to care for Lucy and helping to make arrangements with the hotel to extend their stay.

Day two of Lucy's illness left her floating in a fog. She was barely aware of being conscious and slept the majority of the day. When she was awake, her fever words tested the limits of Bickslow's patience and curtesy. Some of the things slipping from her lips were downright filthy and all Bickslow could picture was taking her against every surface of their room. Then the rosiness of her cheeks would bring him back to Earth-land and the fact that his girlfriend had gotten herself sick and sex was definitely not the cure.

"Biccckkkyy babbyyyy," Lucy slurred on the third day.

"Yes my psycho angel."

"I want babies. Lots and lots of babies."

"You want the babies? I don't think wooden tiki dolls are necessarily comfortable to cuddle with right now." Bickslow was thoroughly confused at this point. First Lucy was talking through her deepest fantasies and now she wanted to snuggle with dolls? Girls are weird…

"No baby, I want you to put a baby in me," Lucy giggled and tangled herself up in the blankets some more. Bickslow promptly spat back out the tea he had been drinking.

"Uhh," I need booze if we're going to talk about this now…

"Yeah, babies. Mira and I were talking and we think three babies is perfect or four. I mean four would be ideal because then there are two of each, you know, boy and girl, or well, what is gender-"

"Lucy, focus. You want a kid? Now? I thought you wanted to become S-Class first?" Bickslow was slowly massaging his temples and trying to figure out a way to tell his boss his girlfriend and Lucy were talking about getting pregnant together. Just great, a secret pregnancy pact, wonder who else is in on this.

"No pregnancy pact, silly. Don't forget, I love you and can read your face, babes. Babes. Baby. Babies. I want four. So they each have a playmate and there is no true middle child and yea… I want to be S-Class first, and married. But if we're married for like five years and I'm still not S-Class, put a baby in me. Retire me right on the dining room table-"

"Dining room table?" Bickslow's tongue was wagging now as he encouraged Lucy to talk him through another dirty fantasy of hers. And this one was actually dirty, like food fight and crumbs everywhere dirty. Better sex talk and perpetual blue balls than hypothetical babies that may or may not be scaring him.

By day five, Lucy had fully recovered and had no true recollection of her fever ramblings. The only things she remembered were what she called fever dreams of she and Bickslow in various situations, basically, every fantasy she talked him through. Bickslow didn't have the heart to tell her she confessed to wanting his babies. There was definitely no need to rush the process. Besides, he already had five.