An Unexpected Event

Monday morning. I hate Mondays. I like to think that I’m pretty normal about that particular thing. I especially hated this Monday because Jude, Ben’s Mom, was leaving us until Christmas. While she was here it was like having my own mom back again and it made me ache for the days when they were alive. This particular Monday I was brooding in to my coffee on the chaise in the bedroom, watching the snow come down. Ben was in the bed behind me, still sleeping. At least, he was trying to. The latest addition to our household of strange and freaky creatures was a dragonet of bright, emerald-green.

That’s right. You read that correctly. That egg that Ben managed to foist off on me? We’re now the proud parents to a baby dragon. He’s currently annoying the crap out of his adopted father, trying to wake him up with chirping noises and pawing at his hair. It’s adorable really, but Ben’s having none of it this morning.

I was doing me best to ignore what was happening because I wanted to keep my brood, but when I heard a squeak and then turned to look, Ben had rolled over and trapped the dragonet under the blanket. I snickered and Ben opened an eye to look at me.

“Give up. He got me out of bed this morning at five.”

Ben groaned and sat up, letting the poor baby out of the blanket.

“You know, we’re going to have to name him eventually.” I said as I watched the dragonet pop up, tongue hanging out and blanket still half on his head. I clicked at him to come here and he chirped and scrambled over, crawling in to my lap and wrapping his tail around my waist.

“You do realize that he’s growing faster than I anticipated?”

“Don’t side step the issue. He’s been out of egg for twelve hours and we still haven’t come up with a name.” I chided.

“Henry?”

“No. How about Tristan?”

“No! God, did you even read that story?”

I snickered. “Yes, I’m teasing. Gwain?”

“You want to name him after a dragon killer? Irony.”

“I’m not entirely sure that’s irony, but yes.”

Ben considered. “If we’re going to do that, we might as well name him Beowulf.”

“Oh, doom him from the beginning, why don’t you?”

“Said the woman who wanted to name him Tristan.”

I scratched the dragonet’s chin and smiled when he leaned in to my hand. “Percival.”

“Just going down the list of potential dragon killers, aren’t you?” Ben pouted.

I laughed. “Thomas, then.”

Ben thought about it. “Samuel.”

“No. Beckett?”

“No. How about Indiana?”

“Now who’s cursing him?” I teased.

Ben managed to look innocent and spread his hands out in a ‘who me?’ gesture. I thought about names and sipped my coffee, while scratching the dragonet’s neck ridges.

“William?” I said after a few minutes.

“If this is how it’s going to be for a dragon, I’m worried about the names if we have a child.”

I threw a pillow at him and stuck out my tongue. I thought for a minute and the smiled brightly. “Hoban.”

Ben started laughing. “I’m not naming our dragon after Wash. I don’t care how much you liked him.”

“I assume you want to name him Jayne or Malcolm, then.” I looked down at the dragonet who was asleep in my lap. “Poor child, your father wants to saddle you with a name unfitting your regal stature.”

Ben lost it then and started laughing. “Regal? Wash? He was goofy at best.”

“I’m insulted. He was loyal and noble.”

Ben snickered. “Would you name him Simon?”

I thought for a second, then looked down at the dragonet. I rolled the name around in my head. “No. It doesn’t fit him.”

“and you think Hoban does?”

“He’s adorable. Wash was adorable. It fits.”

“You’ve gone bonkers.”

“You’re just jealous you didn’t get there before I did.”

“Bonkers. Bananas. Nutty as a fruit cake.”

“How about Logan, then?”

That brought Ben up short. “That’s a low blow, using my love of the X-Men against me.”

I snickered and Ben sighed.

“All right. Logan it is.” Ben said as he got up and came over to where Logan and I were sitting on the chaise.

“Don’t you dare pick him up, he’s sleeping again.”

“The little brat.” Ben muttered as he snagged my coffee and drank the last of it while I frowned at him.

“I hope you know, that means you’re going to get me more coffee.”

“Of course I am, but first;” He trailed off as he leaned down and kissed me. “Good morning.”

I smiled up at him. “You’re still going to go get more coffee.”

Ben laughed and pulled on pants before heading downstairs. I stayed where I was with the sleeping dragonet on my lap. This Monday morning was definitely unusual, but I still hated Mondays. I sat there for another half hour before I realized Ben was not coming back.

“Come on Logan, let’s go find your dad.” I said with a sigh and picked up the dragonet.

Logan chirruped sleepily in my arms and curled around so that he was being cradled. His tail was still wrapped around my waist as I carried him downstairs. I met Mark on the landing and he looked at what was in my arms, turned pale.

“Is that?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Last night.”

I watched Marks’ shoulders droop.

“He’s already imprinted, hasn’t he?”

“We think so, but it’s only been a few hours. He might decide that the whole house is his new clan. Ben doesn’t exactly know much about dragon raising.”

Mark nodded.

“Come on. When he wakes up I’ll hand him over to you.” I said as I nudged Mark down the stairs with me. We headed in to the kitchen to find Ben making waffles.

“So this is what happened to my coffee.” I said.

I watched Miles’s eyes go wide when he saw what was in my arms.

“Holy shit it hatched!”

I started laughing. “Yes, yes it did.”

Jude came in to the kitchen at that moment and Logan woke up. He stuck his head over my shoulder and chirped at her. Jude yelped and jumped back, running in to the cabinets behind her. I started laughing.

“Logan that was rude!”

That set everyone else off with laughter. Everyone but Mark. He was looking down at the plate Ben put in front of him.

“What the matter, pumpkin?” I said, sitting next to him.

“Logan was one of the names that Max and I talked about for boys names.” He murmured.

I sucked in a breath and looked up at Ben.

“Well then that’s the reason his name will stay. Is that all right with you?”

Mark nodded.

“Good.” I unwound Logan from my waist and plopped him in to Mark’s lap. “Take that and I’ll take this since you’re going to pick at it.”

I slid his plate over while Logan started licking Mark’s face. I snickered and buttered the waffles, adding blueberries and powered sugar. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Mark and Logan got acquainted as I ate. When I was sure they were going to get along, I turned my attention back to Jude.

“So what time are you leaving us? Because that storm out there is getting nasty.”

“I’m not. They cancelled my flight. I’m on the first flight out when they reopen the airport in Whittlemore.”

I winced. I knew she was anxious to get to that dig. “That’s gotta be rough.”

“I already told my site lead that I’ll be late because of it, so they’re holding things for me. I hope I can leave tomorrow or later today.”

“You are coming back, right?” Ben asked. “Christmas wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Of course I’m coming back, Love. I’ve got my boy back and his weird little family.”

I smiled. “We’ll be happy to have you with us. I know I’ll miss you. Having you here is like having my mom back for a little while.”

“Oh honey. That’s the best thing you could have said to me.” Jude said as she hugged me hard.

“I mean every word.” I said to her.

Miles mock sniffed. “Aw, look at her. She’s grown so much.”

I threw a blueberry at him and hit him on the forehead. The whole room started laughing again and Logan chirruped along with us.

-Marlowe

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Still waiting

Ben called with news. Some good, some not so good.

First, the not so good:

The ritual is still going on out at The Park’s new location. We’ve still got no news directly from the Sheriff, but it looks like there have been a few people who have turned back. Most of them aren’t living, however.

Mark didn’t take that news well.

He’s been crying and sleeping since Ben delivered the news. At the moment, Mark is currently passed out on my sofa again, with Gibbs. Yes, he named the puppy after that TV show he and Max used to watch together. I’m thinking that my house might bud a new set of rooms for Mark in the next couple of days, possibly as early as tonight. It’s been rather annoyed at all the people coming and going. Not only Ben, but people stopping by to see how Mark is doing and if there’s any news.

It seems that being Miles’s cousin has a downside after all.

After filling in as many people as I could on what little news that I did have, I finally shut the door and stopped answering it for everyone but Ben and the delivery guy who was bringing lunch.

Now for the good:

The dragon egg is apparently staying at my house. At least, for now. Ben says that the fire will need to stay stoked, which isn’t really a problem because it started snowing this morning so the fire will stay stoked for now. I’m not buying Ben’s theories about dragons being “just like puppies” either.

So there’s that. I’m running out of things to say, really.

I keep walking around the house and dusting or tidying up while keeping an eye on Mark, as if he were my own brother. I’ll be the first to tell you that I don’t have the best relationship with my real brothers, Miles, Mark and Max were the closest things I’ve had. That makes what’s happening twice as hard.

At least I wasn’t in love with Max. Mark is destroyed and I keep thinking about what would happen if I lost Ben. I know our relationship isn’t a year old, but damn if that man isn’t a part of my every day life. There’d be a huge hole that’s missing if he were gone.

I’m going to make dinner. Since the snow is falling down I’m thinking a beef stew would be nice.

-Marlowe

The Next Day

Ben arrived well after midnight last night. He was carrying a puppy and an egg. 

No, really. He had an egg in his hands. 

That excuse “It followed me home, can I keep it?” worked for the puppy. Winston was smitten with it as soon as Ben walked in to the room. 

The egg? I banished it to the fireplace after he explained that it belonged to the dragon. Don’t roll your eyes at this post, you would do the same thing if you were in my shoes. It’s a dragon egg.

Anyway, Ben and I had a very late dinner with the dogs while Mark slept on the couch still. Ben was full of news about what happened out at the site, more so than Miles who showed up at about 2 am. Apparently after I managed to get Mark home, showered and tucked in on the couch; the specialist arrived. Her name is Morgan Le Fleur. I won’t even try to guess what she’s a Priestess of, that way I won’t offend her later. 

Ben tried to describe the ritual that was performed, but he could only see bits and pieces of it from where he was on the road. Apparently, all those horror movies and TV shows where the main character gets killed by being where they shouldn’t be has made us both a little leery of being involved in anything dangerous. We’re both happy and content to not be at the center of things where it’s possible to get killed. 

I do still worry about the fact that when Ben left this morning, the dragon egg is still in my fireplace. That is something I worry about, what he decides to drag home. 

Where was I? Oh yeah, the ritual. It’s apparently still going on and Ben’s out there to finish up the job he was doing yesterday before he found The Park and all that hullabaloo happened. So while he’s out there, I’m assuming his curious nature will get the better of him and he’ll get an update on the ritual. 

I think Mark is awake again, I can hear muffled laughter, so I’m assuming he’s found the puppy. That’s a good sound. I didn’t think I’d be hearing it so soon, but it’s probably good that it happened. 

Maybe there’s hope that Max will be alive and come home soon. It’s probably stupid to hope, but I hope all the same.

-Marlowe