THE DRAGON MEDALLION

By Final Fantasy GX

Disclaimer: I do not own Cyberchase, nor any of its characters.

Summary: When Wicked summons Sardonyx, slave of the Medallion of Kaer'n, chaos breaks out between Hacker and the Cybersquad.

Rating: PG

Author's Note/s: I thought I might have a change of pace; I read fantasy all the time and I've really wanted to write some! I'm sorry if this fic gets weird, but it's good in some parts.

Chapter I: A Medallion, A Marriage, A Summoning

… Hacker laughed manically as he held up the one thing that would aid him in beating the Cybersquad. It glinted in the light falling from the roof in the Grim Wreaker, reflected in the eyes of two open-mouthed robots.

"Wow, boss," Delete said in wonder, "What is it? It sure is pretty…"

"It's not meant to be 'pretty', you pathetic duncebucket. It was made to destroy!" Hacker snapped, the moment somewhat ruined by the tall android's lack of knowledge. Despite this, the green cyborg decided to elaborate – but at that moment, Buzz butted in.

"It's a necklace, Dee Dee," he spoke gruffly, folding his arms. "Anyone can see 'dat."

"Shut up and let me explain!" his boss snarled; the short robot fell silent abruptly. Shooting a vicious glare at his henchmen, Hacker heaved a weary sigh and said, "This isn't just any necklace. This - " he stroked the object in his hand lovingly – " – this is a medallion. A very rare medallion, and one of great power!"

"Then why not use it in your chair?" Delete interrupted, but cowered when Hacker bore down on him, scowling. "Sorry," he whimpered softly. "Won't do it again…"

"As I was saying…" Hacker continued, one baleful eye resting on the lanky robot, "… I can't use this in my chair because it isn't of electrical power. This medallion is magical!" He demonstrated his point by waving it in the air. "And I only managed to get it because of - "

"Because of me," a smooth voice cut in. Smirking just a little, the Wicked Witch stepped out of the shadows and smiled beguilingly at Hacker – who seemed to deflate at her appearance – totally ignoring Buzz and Delete. "Wicked…" the green cyborg muttered under his breath. "Just my luck."

Wicked ignored these words and giggled girlishly. "Oh, Hackie!" she cried, and threw herself at him. "Why won't you marry me? I've done so much for you! All I want is for us to rule Cyberspace together!"

Buzz looked sickened, but Delete gave a wistful sigh and clasped his hands together – the picture of a hopeless romantic. Hacker, however, had an entirely different response.

"Hmph!" he snorted, though his gaze wavered as he watched Wicked cling onto him tightly. Wicked had gotten hold of the medallion for him but, of course, the green cyborg refused to admit this. "Let – go – of me - " he grunted, attempting to disengage the witch from around his waist, but failing utterly.

Wicked only responded by planting a kiss on his cheek. (Hacker grimaced and tried to squirm away again.) "I think you'll be changing your mind very, very soon…"

"And why do you think that – hey!" Hacker stared in surprise as he saw the silver medallion dangling from her pointed fingers; somehow she had managed to take it off him. Damn magic, he thought bitterly. "Give that back!"

"Not until you promise to marry me," Wicked sang, finally letting go of the cyborg and dangling the powerful medallion just out of his reach. "Then we can rule Cyberspace together with the power of this medallion!" Hacker tried to snatch it from her, but as soon as he touched it, it vanished into thin air.

Glaring down at Wicked in shock and anger, Hacker yelled, "Where is it!"

"You'll never know…" she responded primly, folding her arms and staring at him pointedly. "Unless…" And she trailed off suggestively.

Hacker groaned. If he didn't agree to marry Wicked, he would never see that medallion again, he knew. Slumping in defeat, he snapped, "Fine. I'll marry you – if you give back the medallion."

"Uh-uh." The red-haired witch shook her head. "That's not enough, Hackie-poo. You have to promise that we will rule Cyberspace side by side."

"Okay, that too!" Hacker snarled viciously – and a little too quickly, so Buzz and Delete thought. "The things I do to achieve my goal of total domination…" he said under his breath again, scowling heavily.

"Ha!" Wicked laughed and threw her arms around him again. "We make a good team, Hackie!" Then, snapping her fingers, the medallion reappeared in the witch's hand, and she handed it to Hacker. (A little reluctantly.)

"Oh, yes," she added, grinning, waving her hand towards the door, which closed with a bang. "And just to make sure you don't run off with the medallion and leave me - " Muttering a few words of magic, she caused manacles to bind Hacker's, Buzz's and Delete's wrists, then chained the two robots to the Recharger Chair. "Better keep you two under control, just in case," she glowered at them. Delete whimpered and cowered away, but Buzz simply glared at Wicked in hatred.

Taking up Hacker's chains, the witch gestured to the medallion clutched in the cyborg's green hands. (The cyborg, himself, was spluttering incoherently at this insubordination.) "You see, Hackie, when this spell is performed, the creature we intend to summon will also answer to me! It won't matter if you hold the Medallion of Kaer'n! This way, I know for sure you'll marry me.

"Well, why don't we get on with this, then?" Tugging on the chains, Wicked pulled Hacker over to the centre of the room.

"I'll be doing the summoning, of course," she said, eyeing the furious cyborg, who was still speechless with rage. "You're not exactly in the position to do so. And you don't know a thing about magic."

"Don't you dare!" Hacker finally roared, but the medallion was already in Wicked's hands. Conjuring a pole and fixing the chains to it, the witch sniffed, planted another kiss on Hacker's cheek and raised the medallion.

Hacker, unable to wipe his face in disgust, simply glared at her, wrenched at his chains. "Let me go, Wicked…" he said threateningly. "Or, I swear - "

The witch ignored his threat. "Watch and learn, Hackie-poo."

Grasping the medallion in one hand, extending the other and pointing out the window, she began to chant once more in the language of magic. Roughly translated, she spoke:

Come to me, Sardonyx. Come to us, creature of darkness. Come to us, in power and might. Help us in our cause. The Medallion of Kaer'n commands it to be so!

And, bringing her hands together sharply, Wicked activated the spell that would bring Sardonyx, slave to the Medallion of Kaer'n, to the world of Cyberchase.

The Medallion began to glow with a fiery crimson light, brighter and brighter and brighter, until all present had to close their eyes against it. A brilliant flash of red light exploded from the silver disc; some sort of concussion rocked the Grim Wreaker, causing the chains binding Hacker and his henchmen to rattle loudly. This went on for a few minutes, then the glow died with a blinding last glimmer of light, and the Grim Wreaker slowly regained stability.

Silence followed. Pure and total silence.

Hacker opened one eye, saw it was safe, and glared once more at Wicked. "Why isn't anything happening?" he demanded arrogantly. "I thought you said this thing works!"

The witch said nothing, smirked again, and pointed out the window.

A baleful, scarlet eye glared in at the Grim Wreaker.

Hacker jumped in fright, then cursed at his own weakness; Wicked stroked the Medallion and glanced over at her husband-to-be.

"There, Hackie," she said. "There is the answer to all our problems!"

"What is it?" the green man asked hoarsely, staring at the unblinking eye, hovering at the window. "What is that THING!"

Wicked opened her mouth to answer, but the thing answered first.

/I am Sardonyx/ a voice boomed. It was a voice that echoed through the very depths of their minds, encompassing time and space; a voice that was wise, deep and resonant, yet one that rang with the tone of pure evil. /The Medallion binds me to your will. What is your command, master and mistress/

And Hacker immediately relaxed at these words, after the initial shock of being talked to through his mind: this subject was something he knew well.

"I don't do anything better than commanding people," he said to Wicked, reaching out a manacled hand for the Medallion. "Give that to me… NOW!" The cyborg paused. "Or I really won't marry you," he added as an afterthought.

Wicked sighed, pouted. "All right, my betrothed," she said, grudgingly handing over the silver necklace, vanishing the manacles with another snap of her fingers. "You are now free. Remember thatI also have a hold on this creature." She paused, then patted the cyborg on the cheek, grinning upon continuing:

"Your dragon is waiting."

"Dragon?"