Afternoon Fic: Dragon Rescue (Part Seven)

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Part One

Part Six

Connor found his wife escorting Harold pass the destruction to where the Dragons were sitting in the open field.  She was outwardly calm, as all Assassins were, but he could smell she was upset about something, he would ask later, once they were settled and decompressed after the mission.

Harold startled when he saw him.

“You were expecting the Dragon?”

“Yes…”  He took in his outfit, there were similarities to Aveline’s, but only a few … the main one being the red sash and variety of weapons.  The long white and blue coat looked Colonial, yet the pants were leather and very distinguished to Connor’s Native American heritage, along with the boots and tomahawk that hung from his waist.  “Why aren’t you in Dragon form?”

“If I have my gear on, I don’t transform.  It’s too expensive and some of this,” his hand smoothed down the coat, “has been with me since I was born.  This coat is my grandfathers.”

“It survived all this time.” Harold was totally distracted, hand reaching out to touch the soft leather.  

“It’s been repaired a time or ten.  Though if I was honest, there’s barely any original material left, but it’s still the same coat, and I learned to be who I am from him.”  Connor let Harold touch, he threw back the hood, showing off his mohawk and feathers.

“He must have been a good guy.”  Harold realized what he was doing and stepped back.  

“He was an asshole of a pirate!”  Connor laughed lightly, eyes softening as he thought of his grandfather.  “But he was dedicated to the Assassins, and made sure I was trained properly.  Rumors and ‘history’ had him taken out in his parlor in England, when reality he died an old pirate bastard surrounded by family.  My father was the asshole, who betrayed us. Grandpa Kenway took care of mom and me, despite learning everything on the fly on how to take care of Dragons.  The man was born for the sea, and lived his old years training a Dragon living in the wilderness. He was a feared pirate that made people think he was the devil dressed as a man, but I only remember the laughter and gruff voice singing me sea shanties.”

“Sounds like someone Reese would love.”

“At times he reminds me of him.”  Connor glanced over to the Dragons, then back at Harold.  “Let’s get you to your Dragon.”

Harold made his way through the rubble with the help of the two Assassins, the moment he got close, he held out his palm.  Reese snorted, but put his snout into the open palm. “Harold.”

“John.”  He moved closer hands moving up his nose giving him a soft pet.  “You are not kissing me until you have brushed your teeth and had at least one bottle of Listerine.”

He chuckled, moving down onto his belly, to give Harold better access.  “It might be awhile before I can become human again, they gave me something to stop the transformation.”  His body ached, tail was a mess, and he was hungry and tired all at the same time.

“Our mutual friend is already scouring their servers to find more information about what they gave you.  It worries me the CIA has a drug that can do that to Dragons. It implicates they know more about them, and going to use that to their advantage.”

“Considering there’s a US Navy Destroyer out in the Atlantic having a panic attack of epic proportions, that one of their missiles, just happened to launch and strike US soil, I’m sure our friend can deal with the CIA.”  John knew they would have to talk about what the hell happened at some point, but right now he was going to see if there were any sheep in the area, then nap. Once he became human again, he was going to brush his teeth, gargle, shower and fuck Harold into the bed.

Then deal with the aftermath of this incident.

“Go check on Westen.”  John nodded towards Harvey who was not letting the poor human out of his clutches.  “He’s likely been Burned and is out of a career. I’m just going to lay here and nap.”

Harold leaned forward and kissed his nose, before he made his way over to Westen. Beckett curled next to Reese laying her head on his back, both basking in the afternoon sun.

Westen was taking being clutched by a Dragon with an aploom that only a skilled CIA Agent could. “Hi I’m Michael Westen, I used to be a spy.”  He gave Harold a smile.

“Don’t worry Mr. Westen I may have a job for you.”  Harold glanced over to Harvey, who was practically growling at everyone who came to close.  “As I was the last human who ended up discovering Dragons I get to explain…” He waved his hand at Harvey.

“He keeps growling mine, I’m going to guess that means exactly what I think it means.”  Westen adjusted slightly in his seat in the palm of a Dragon’s paw.  “Considering I just watched Greer try to use you against Dragon Reese, I could be a bad complication.”

“I have my ways, Mr. Westen.”

“And if that shouldn’t scare the shit out of me.”  He gave Harold a real smile. “I only ask one thing, if you can.  My mother is in Miami, make sure this doesn’t blow back against her.”

“That can be arranged.”  Harold glanced at Harvey.  “Are you going to transfer back anytime soon.”

“When the site is secured.”  He shifted around, noticing Connor and Aveline taking out anyone who was left alive.   “I already owe you for helping Ross …”

“As one Dragon Mate to another, we protect our own.”  Harold focused back to Michael, only to hear a distinguished crunch and wet slurp.  He closed his eyes, shivering slightly. “Get used to that.”

“He just swallowed a whole cow.”  Michael looked on in awe and disgust.  He had been watching intently as two other Dragons one purplish, while the other was more dark blue, herd cows closer to Reese and the other one who was napping with him.  He was pretty sure, the brown Dragon was fully alert to everything around them, but making sure Reese was calm and resting.

“John is the largest Dragon in the area, so he needs a lot of food.  That’s one of the most important things about being a Dragon Mate is making sure your Dragon feeds properly.  Harvey, already has a space of his own, plus access to food. So your job will be to make sure he takes care of the Dragon.  As I have a feeling he’s a damn good lawyer who works long nights to help people, but won’t admit it.” Harold ignored the continued chopping, and the snort from Harvey.  “Also Listerine.”

Westen laughed lightly.  “Will they always be this protective?”  He nodded towards the fact he still had a Dragon wrapped around him.

Harold looked around the destruction, then back at Westen.

“Never mind.”  Michael gave up and leaned into the warm scales, his body ached from avoiding the Dragon Deathmatch, and he was beyond tired.  “I will likely have more questions.”

“We meet every other Tuesday for coffee.”  Harold gave him a small smirk. “Harvey, you can explain everything else.  I’m going to go be with Reese, and once he’s human again I’ll take him home.”

“It wears off within six hours, they had to keep dosing him,” Michael informed him.  He likely had a lot of information that would be helpful to Mr. Finch, especially about how much the CIA knows about his Machine, but right now he had a Dragon to deal with.  “Give it another hour, he’ll be fine.”

“Thank You.” Harold wandered back to his Mate, and sighed at the carnage, but could tell Reese was more content.  “I’ll contact Joss later, she can clean this up.”

“How are the kids? I overheard them plotting their extraction.”  If they had harmed any of the kids or those he protected …

“From the way Anthony tells it they kicked the Agents asses.”  He settled next to his Dragon. “Oh and Elias really is his Mate.”

“That’s going to be fun.”   Reese laid his head on the ground, leaning into Harold.  “I’m sorry Harold.”

“No, it’s me who should be sorry.  They hurt you to get to me.” He petted the soft scales, soothing the Dragon until he dropped off into sleep.  It was rare they could sit like this Dragon and Human, he was going to enjoy while he could.