Parasite

Fandom: Sorcerer's Apprentice

Genre: General

Characters: Drake S., Dave S., Balthazar B.

Rating: K (For now)

Authoress's ramblings: Alrighty, new fic and it's NOT Hetalia! Heck it's not even anime! Nope. This time it's my favorite movie, The Sorcerer's Apprentice. And it features my favorite character, Drake. Am I the only one who noticed his belt buckle glow in the bathroom fight scene (When he knocked Horvath into the mirror) and the lab fight (When he trapped Balthazar on the Tesla Coil thingy)? In fact, in the scene where Drake says "These are not the droids you're looking for" his ring (right hand, pointer finger) is NOT the same one Horvath takes after using the Parasite Spell on Drake (The ring Horvath takes is the one on his right pointer finger, Drake is wearing three rings on his right hand in that scene). I can't type a British accent...and if you follow my Civil War Hetalia stuff you know I can't type accents.

This fic is henceforth disclaimed.

Pain…darkness…cold…voices?

"Drake? Drake? Can you hear me?"

Yes, he could…but his eyelids felt like lead. From what he heard, the voice was male, and familiar…oh how he hoped it wasn't Horvath…he coughed weakly, a feeble attempt at acknowledging the voice.

"That's gotta be good right?"

Not Horvath then. Bob? No, it didn't sound like him…it sounded like…the Prime Merlinian…Dave Stutter? Dave Stutler? Dave something, It didn't matter right now. He forced his eyes open. He was right. Dave was kneeling next to him, Balthazar standing behind him.

"Need help?"

Drake nodded, and was helped to the couch by the two Merlinians. Balthazar looked him over.

"What did he do to you?"

Drake tried to recall the conversation he'd had with Horvath.

"Parasite spell…Haitian…I don't really remember."

Balthazar nodded, "You're lucky you survived, Horvath took your ring."

Drake shook his head, looking vaguely annoyed when his hair flattened and fell in his face.

"No he didn't."

Dave looked confused. Balthazar held the piece up.

"My ring is just stage jewelry, a piece with a bit of pre-stored energy." The magician tapped a perfectly manicured nail on his belt buckle.

"Your power actually comes from the stones in your belt buckle?"

Drake nodded. "I ain't as daft as I act."

"I take it you learned your lesson about messing with Morganians?"

Drake nodded, with a small laugh. "I never really was Morganian, but I'm not Merlinian either."

Balthazar tossed Drake's ring up and down. "Dave needs a practice partner…you need more training."

Drake and Dave exchanged looks.

"You want me…to be an apprentice?" Drake sounded insulted.

Balthazar shrugged. "The choice is yours. Meet us at Battery Park in two days with your answer, take it easy with your magic for a while and call someone to stay with you."

The Merlinians left the penthouse, while Drake picked up the phone to call his assistant, mulling the idea over. He could use more tricks for his act.

TBC? R&R and let me know if I should continue it. I rather like it as it is.