Author's Note

I don't own American Dragon; Jake Long, only my oc

Hello, everybody! This is my first Amdrag fanfic, so I hope it's good. I'm not sure where it is exactly in the time frame of stuff, but let's say after the series, so let me tell you how things are currently rolling when this opens up.

Okay, this is after the series. Jake is 15, Haley is 9, and Jake has gone through Dragon Puberty. That's something a friend of mine, 'MsMusicLover', came up with, and gave me permission to use. Basically, they seem sick for awhile as their body changes; stronger bones, muscles, fire-breathing stuff, further enhanced senses. That sort of thing.

I have my own ideas for what would happen, but I'll let you know what's mine. The rest is MsMusicLover's. After reading other fanfics and looking at it up on Wikipedia, I've concluded that in the season finale, there was an evil dragon, that Jake managed to destroy against all odds. After that, the whole family knew about the dragon side of the family, and everyone was happy.

The season two finale did happen, but let's just say the Dark Dragon still has influence in dreams.

I'm also basically seeing it as the same as in the episodes, only because I'm not caught up with all of the episodes, so please bear with me on this. Also, Rose and Jake are not a couple. Nor are they dating or anything. Besides the whole 'we're arch enemies' thing, I could never see them as a couple. Although that might change depending what the reviews say. Wink, wink.

I think that covers it. So, on with the show! Please review!


Chapter 1: A New Dragon in the Big Apple


Narrator (POV)

A dark, shadowed shape, ran through the streets of New York City. It was a panicked running, hiding from whoever seemed to be following. Climbing onto a rooftop, the darkish figure scrambled to get out of the way. Turning, they stared in terror as the Huntsman and the Huntsgirl appeared. She spun around, searching for a an escape.

"There is no use running, dragon. We'll catch you sooner or later." said the Huntsman, lowering his staff. The dragon in question had dark royal purple scales, with black dark-blue tinted scales that acted almost like hair, hanging partially over her eyes. Her eyes glowed a hard orange-red, like hot coals, and her underbelly was a dark blue. She was slender yet bore resemblance to the American Dragon.

She lowered herself close to the ground and snarled. As the Huntsgirl approached, the dragon held thier ground. Swinging the staff and kicking, she managed to get a few good blows in. The dragon, however, was faring a little better. Using tail, teeth, claws, and feet, she was getting more hits where it would really hurt.

Fed up with this, Huntsgirl fired a blast at the dragon, hitting it in the stomach and knocking it away. The dragon shrank in on itself, whimpering. When the Huntsgirl approached, she shrank down farther, nearly invisible in the shadows save for her eyes. At the last moment, she struck, sweeping her tail to knock the huntress off her feet, before grabbing and keeping her from fighting. Holding the hunter in the air, she stalked carefully over to the edge of the building.

"Let go of me!" shouted the Huntsgirl. Quirking an eyebrow, the dragon loosened her grip. Gasping, Rose stopped struggling, staring back as if she couldn't believe it. The Huntsman aimed his staff, but the dragon merely held the girl out even farther. There was no fire escape; there would be little chance of breaking her fall if the dragon dropped her.

Lowering his staff, the Huntsman called, "Dragon, if you will give me back my young niece alive, I'll spare you." he called. The dragon looked him full on in the face. She began to back away from the edge, but Huntsgirl tried to break free again. She broke the dragons grip, only to fall towards the street below. Her cry was cut off as the dragon grabbed her ankle with her tail.

Hauling her onto the roof, the dragon backed away. The Huntsgirl returned to her master, and both watched as the dragon disappeared, flying into the night.

"Huntsmaster, we're not really going to let the dragon get away, are we?" she asked in disbelief. He laid a hand on her shoulder, replying,

"I'll spare the dragon tonight, but the next time we meet, we will make it a dragon skin rug." Meanwhile, the dragon had put great distance between herself and the hunters. As the danger was put behind her, eyes dimmed from their angry red-orange to a gentler orange glow, like warm coals. Exhausted, she landed on the next perch that at was at her level. Which happened to be a ledge that was only a yard long several hundred feet in the air.

Panting, she took a look at her belly. It had a few black marks, and was sore, but otherwise seemed fine. She carefully checked all 4 limbs, her tail, and lastly, her wings. All seemed to be okay, despite the soreness. With a quick glance around, she took into the air again, but the wind picked up strongly, lifting the dragon high into the air.

She flailed against the wind, trying desperately to right herself and go down. Her efforts only seemed to worsen it. She was very high up when she heard the voice.

"Hey, over here! I can help!" she flew towards the voice, which seemed to be somewhere above her. She saw someone looking down, offering their hand. Reaching for it, she grasped it and scrabbled at the edge, folding her wings to her body. She finally hauled herself up, taking a few paces away from the edge. She was on a ledge that went back several feet.

"Thanks." she got out.

"Your welcome, missy. Pleasure to be able to help out a dragon." she gasped when she saw him. It was a stone gargoyle, looking right at her, and very much alive. She squeaked as she backed away, ears lowered.

"It's okay, missy, I wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone a dragon. My name is Edward, or Ed for short."

"What's so special about me being a dragon?" she half snapped, her eyes changing back to red-orange. Gargoyle looked at her strangely.

"Don't you know? You look a lot like him! The American dragon, who protects our magical realm against evil-doers and keeps our secret underground society a, well, secret. You have a similar shape to him." the dragon take it all in silently. She sat next to Edward dog-style, looking out over the city.

"What sort of creatures are out there? Like Leprechauns, trolls, unicorns . . . ?" she trailed off, looking at Ed's surprised look.

"What?" her eyes were back in their usual orange glow, but a little brighter now. Her curiosity was peaked.

"Well, I'm just surprised that you don't know. Didn't your Dragon Master teach you any of this?" questioned Ed sweeping one hand to indicate the dragon girl, himself and the city. Shrugging, the girl looked up at the sky. This high up, the city lights hardly interfered with your view of the stars.

"Well, I don't have a Dragon Master, whatever that is. I woke up like this," she swept her hand over body,"I know what stuff is, like sandwiches or the stars or buildings. I know what dragons and other magical stuff are, too. But I don't really know who I am, or where I came from, nothing." she sighed, lowering her gaze.

Ed was surprised, to say the least. A new dragon, one that didn't remember her past? If guys like Herbert the goblin found out, she could get into some serious trouble. He could call up the American Dragon, but would it be better if he pointed her in the right direction, in stead? Maybe Fu-dog could help. He could get American Dragon over to help her.

"Want me to call up the American Dragon? He's in charge of looking after all the magical creatures in the city. He could help you, missy." catching the unsure look on her face, he sighed.

"I know it's hard not knowing stuff, but I'm sure it'll come back eventually. Besides, you need help learning your powers, if you haven't already. I would suggest staying here with me until morning, but a storms a-coming, and I don't think you should be caught up here in the middle of it." Ed had a point. Storm clouds were gathering in the south.

"You mentioned something about a Dragon Master. Does the American Dragon have one?" at Ed's nod, the dragon girl thought about her options. "Do you know where he lives? Maybe he could help."

"Sure, missy. What about your name? I plan on calling a helper of Lao Shi, the Dragon Master, to let him know your coming." the dragon girl shrugged, her orange eyes dimming somewhat.

"What if I helped ya? How about Krissy?" she shook her head. "Lili?" another head shake. "I know, Edana!" another shake no. Scratching his head, Ed snapped his fingers.

"How about Erica?" suggested Ed. The newly named Erica nodded slowly, her eyes glowing brightly again.

"Yes, that sounds nice. Thanks, Ed!" The purple dragon gently hugged the Gargoyle, who smiled sheepishly.

"Okay, well, just look around for the Canal Street Electronics shop, and you've found Lao Shi. Good luck! Come visit sometime!" he waved goodbye as Erica leapt into the air, using her wings to glide down. Ed pulled out a small, beaten up cell phone and fiddled with it until he was calling Fu-dog.

"Hello, Fu-dog talking. Who's this?"

"It's Edward, the Gargoyle."

"Come again?" asked Fu-dog.

"On the lowest level, on the east side of the Empire State Building."

"Eddy? Great to hear from you! Been what, 40 years? How ya doing, what's the occasion?" Fu-dog was happy enough, but when he heard the news, he stopped in his tracks.

"Hang on a minute, your telling me, there's a new dragon, she's looking for us, and she has no memory?" he demanded.

"Fu-dog, please! I gave her a hand, and she needs some help. Her name is Erica. I've already directed her to Lao Shi's store. I only wanted to help her." with a sigh, Fu caved in.

"Okay, tell me what she looks like and I'll tell Lao Shi." Ed gladly obliged.

"Do you know what her human side looks like?"

"Sadly, no. I'm not sure if she has a human form. I didn't mention it because of the height she took off at." returned Ed.

"Well, thanks for the help, Eddy. I owe you." turning it off, he quickly found and explained everything to Lao Shi. He stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"A storm is approaching. Do you think I should go search for her?"

"I don't see why not, Gramps. From what Eddy told me, she's expecting a dragon or two, not a human and a talking dog to greet her at the door." Lao Shi nodded, hurrying up to the roof of the building and changing into his blue dragon form. He looked like a Chinese dragon in the old tales, with a long body and smaller wings and legs in comparison to Jake, his grandson.

"If I'm not back in three hours, get Jake. But don't tell him about this new dragon yet." he instructed Fu-dog. The Shar Pei nodded, watching as he took off into the night sky. Meanwhile, Erica was running into some trouble. When trying to find Lao Shi, first she tried to asking a leprechaun, but he got mad when she accidentally spilled his pot of gold.

Next, it was a Centaur, but she was busy, and couldn't give accurate instructions. Erica ended up in Central Park, but the storm was approaching fast. She spotted a unicorn, but she couldn't understand it. Then, she ran into the Huntsman again.

He didn't see her, he didn't even know she was there. He was after the unicorns. Huntsgirl was not with him this time. He stalked through the trees of Central Park, and was this-.- close to having a unicorn, when he was tackled to the ground! His staff was knocked away, startling the unicorn and causing it to run off in fright.

Managing to hurl his attacker away, Huntsman expected to see the American Dragon, rather than the purple one from earlier that night. Quickly retrieving his staff, he began to blast at her, but she dodged with unexpected grace and agility. Pausing, she ran at him head on, breathing fire at the last second. The fire knocked Huntsman back, but Erica stood agape.

She had just breathed fire. For a moment, she was thrilled with this new feature, but it didn't last long. Huntsman blasted her out into the open. She tried to breath flames again, but at that moment, the heavens opened up and it poured. Her fire died off with a sizzling, and she backed up slightly, unsure of what to do now.

When he hurled a Sphinx hair net at her, she tried to dodge, but got entangled in it instead. Blue sparks crackled over her body as she writhed under the night, letting out animal cries of pain. But she didn't revert to her human form.

The Hunter walked up triumphantly. He raised his staff and brought it down hard, expecting it to hit her head, killing or knocking her out. Managing to get an arm free, she blocked the staff. A large CRACK echoed for a long ways, and she let out a pain filled roar.

Miss Fortune chose this time for Lao Shi to arrive. He swooped down and knocked the Huntsman away, pulling the net off of Erica and hurling it over him. Helping her to her feet, Lao Shi guided the young dragon into the sky, and were far away when they stopped to rest on a building. She panted and held her injured arm to her chest.

"Are you, I mean, who are you?" she asked. He dipped his head to her.

"I am Lao Shi. Are you Erica?" he asked. She nodded slowly, lowering herself to the wet rooftop. Her glowing orange eyes had dimmed, flickering like a flame in exhaustion.

"Please come with me. I can help you." she nodded weakly, following the blue dragon into the sky. He stayed close to her, using his tail to steady her at times. He brought her to Canal street Electronics shop. He brought her inside and changed back to human. She stared blankly for a moment before edging back. She growled when Lao Shi tried to approach, showing her teeth and claws.

"It's okay, Erica. Dragons are able to change their forms between a human and a dragon form." blinking at him, her eyes brightened for a moment before dimming again. She still backed away, weakly swinging her tail at him. He changed back into his dragon form, and tried to approach, but she hissed and swiped at him. Lao Shi merely blocked with his tail.

She swayed on the spot, before her eyes slit shut and she fell with a groan. Lao Shi half caught, half supported the unconscious dragon and eased her onto the couch. He gently felt over her right arm, feeling the boned and muscles. She jerked in pain and cried out, but didn't wake. He called out for Fu, the magical talking 600-year old dog.

Fu-dog came in a few minutes later, then hurried off to get the requested potion. Taking it from the Shar Pei, Lao Shi poured some of the light green, syrupy liquid into his hand and gently rubbed it into the girls right arm, which had the broken bone.

The bone was healed magically, and Erica sighed in her sleep as the pain disappeared. The injury was fully healed, as if it had never happened.

"So, what are we gonna do with this kid, anyway?" asked Fu-dog, getting a good look at her.

"I'm not sure. I don't know if she has a human form, which is quite rare." replied the blue and white dragon, changing back to his human form.

"Weren't the dragons who were like that mostly in the mid-evil times? Like, knights and dragon slayers and all that?" asked the Shar Pei. Lao gave him a sharp look but nodded.

"There may be another cause. We will have to ask her story tommorow." Fu-dog covered her with a blanket and went into his back room. Getting out a few books, he began to look over them for something on this girl's origin, but found nothing. He did find a few things that made him smile, recalling some past event, but nothing useful for now, as of yet.


The Next Morning. . .

Erica (POV)

I slowly blinked my eyes open to find myself on a couch, under a blanket. I was almost to big for the couch, my tail just falling onto the ground. It seemed to be pretty early in the morning, and I could smell something in the air. I took a deep breath through my nose, and realized that it was tea of some kind. I heard footsteps and closed my eyes quickly, relaxing my body.

I felt someone touching my arm. I realized that it was my right arm, that the, um, Huntsmast guy had hit. And it didn't hurt or anything anymore. I carefully peeked one eye open to see the short, Chinese man from last night, who I think was the dragon. I wasn't sure what to make of this whole, 'he can become a human/dragon' thing.

I didn't really know a lot on mythical, magical creatures, despite being one, obviously. I guessed that I knew as much as the average human. By this time, the Chinese man had left the room and returned with two glasses, both full of a steaming liquid. He set one one a small table next to the couch, then left through a door.

I moved slowly and kept my ears pricked. I sniffed carefully at the liquid, guessing that it was tea, by the scent of it. It was rather small for my dragon hands, so I snaked out my tongue instead. It was hot, but not too hot. I carefully lowered my muzzle and drank up the hot liquid, liking the taste and the heat as it hit my belly.

I looked around when I had finished, but it didn't look very out of the ordinary. I spotted a window and went over to it. I looked around outside, spotting a street sign some distance away that read, 'Canal St.', also realizing that I was in a second story building. I wasn't very sure what to do, and thought about leaving. Maybe, if I found Ed again, he could call that American Dragon fellow.

"Hey, your up! My names Fu-do-AHH! OOF!" I swung my tail as I spun around towards the voice, surprised to see a wrinkly gray dog, with a newspaper on his head. But then, who had been talking?

"Okay, that hurt. Sorry for startling you. My names Fu-dog." Fu-dog sat up and looked me over searchingly. I felt rather self-conscious, crouching animal-style on the ground. But then again, the ceiling was pretty low. I remained silent as the talking dog approached, wondering if there were more talking creatures like him.

"Your name is Erica, right? Eddy told me about you, and that's when Lao Shi started looking for you." I didn't acknowledge my name, I just watched him. I was still afraid of this being a trick. The dog cocked his head.

"Are you able to talk, miss? From what Eddy, the Gargoyle, said about you, you could talk." I cocked my head as well, glancing towards the door Lao Shi had disappeared through. A dinging bell and a shout caught my attention.

"Yo, G, you here?" called a young male voice.

"I am here, young dragon. There is someone that I would like you to meet upstairs." answered Lao. I heard footsteps, and backed away, my ears laid back. Despite him saying 'young dragon', the voice had been to human. When Lao had been a dragon, something about his voice just, well. . . I don't know how to put it.

Panicking, I turned and tried to pry the window open.

"Woah, kid, what are you doing?" asked Fu-dog frantically, trying to stop me. I swept him back carefully with my tail. I finally pried the window open and began squeezing through. There was just enough room to get through the tight space. I clung to the window ledge when I was out, as Fu finally untangled himself from the blanket I threw on him.

"Wait, kid, don't leave.!" he tried to pull me back in, but I shrugged him off.

"Thank you." I whispered. I meant it. Just as the door swung open and Lao and a teenage boy came in, I leapt into the sky and left them far behind me. Landing a few blocks away in an alley, I wondered if I had a human form, like Lao Shi. I wasn't sure, but decided to try it. I tried to think about what my human form might look like.

I couldn't really see it. I opened my eyes when a door opened in front of me. I had no where or time to hide. The person in the doorway froze, and so did I.


That was fun! I would like to thank my friend 'Luiz4200' for coming up with my oc's name. Thanks, dude! And don't worry, we'll see who saw her soon. Please review!