A/N: Hello here's another opening chapter for another short story that has it's own little world, it's what it is. Enjoy it, review it, the entire 4 chapter short story is up on. But when Sucker for Pain is finished, I'll probably update this before IKWYDLS, probably. Highly likely. I dunno.
Song: How I Met Your Mother (Really, it was named after the show then I found out that this was the title of a song, so you know, two birds one stone sort of thing). by Taking Back Sunday
Summary: You're a dragon! A dragon. I like sleeping with a dragon. Oh god, PETA is going to start protesting outside my house! I mean when I was a kid my parents used to drag us to church and we heard it, the slippery slope argument. Well look like they were right! If a girl can be with a girl, why can't they be with a damn dragon?
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Charlie Reagan Fabray stared at the three monsters in front of her, and she couldn't help but briefly wonder what the fuck she had done in a previous life to deserve this hell. Maybe she had killed a saint, that was the onlyreason that this made sense. Except her life had ceased making sense years ago, why this would be any different was beyond her.
"HI!"
It takes her an embarrassingly long moment to blink and realize that one of the three monsters was talking to her and waving. She clears her throat and opens her mouth, but words don't come out. If she squinted these monsters looked eerily familiar. "Hi," she finally says after a moment, only to jump back when one of the monster opens his mouth and belchesloudly, a plume of smoke and a few sparks flying out of his month. "No."
"HI!"
Charlie grimaced, as a bright orange red viscous liquid started to drip from the nose of one of the other monsters, dropping onto the ground. Each drop would be followed by a sizzling sound and black smoke as it burned the hardwood floors. She immediately steps on it to make sure that her apartment doesn't burst into flames. She was never getting her security deposit back, which was the only reason she couldn't be bothered to move into a nicer apartment. "Hey—what are you three doing here? Shouldn't you be with your mother?"
One of the monsters shook her head and held up the scrunched up, charred piece of paper that was currently in her hand.
Charlie reluctantly accepts the piece of paper, glancing down at the messy figures. At first it looks like a garbled bunch of nonsense, but after a second her eyes adjust.
'Out for a quick fly-by. Bond with our kids. Read them a story or something. 3 Santana.'
Of course, Charlie sighs and looks at her threechildren. She still wasn't quite sure how this had happened. The children bit, she wasn't sure how that had happened. She wasn't even quite sure if they were hersto be honest, but there was no way that she could ask Santana that. "Uh—who wants to hear a story?" She asks lamely.
Almost immediately the three monsters perk up, and the one who handed her the paper grins at her, showing rather pointy teeth. "ME!"
A shiver ran down Charlie's spine as she stared at the monster in front of her. "Okay—uh let's get you on my couch—please don't burn it. I think the furniture people think I'm a pyromaniac and I really don't want to have to deal with them delivering more furniture." Charlie mumbles. They knew her by name now, and she was sure that she was singlehandedly keeping the store afloat. With how much furniture she bought they should have offered her a loyalty program or something. "So—uh what are your names again?" Charlie asks after a moment, her cheeks flushing red. If these were her kids she was a terrible mother.
"I'm Isabela, but everybody calls me Bela." One of the monsters looks up at her proudly. "That's Alex, and Aiden's the littlest."
"Am not." The smallest monster stomps his foot and Charlie's sure he scratches the hardwood in the process.
"Okay, okay. Let's not fight. I thought you—" She looks around and tries to think of the appropriate description but gives up after a beat, "—kids. I thought you kids wanted a story."
"YEAH!" Alex shouts loudly. Molten lava spewing from his mouth.
Charlie winced and jumped out of the way, just what she needed more third degree burns. She already had plenty. "Okay, go sit on the couch," She steps out of the way as the monsters go barrelling towards the couch. Now she just needed to think of a story. Cinderella was the one that lost the shoe, she was sure of it. She'd just tell them that. She pulls up a metal seat and sits it in front of the monsters, noting the tear marks in her furniture from where they had gripped onto it to pull themselves up. Maybe a leather sofa next time. It was probably not as flammable.
"Stowwy!" Aiden shouts banging his fist against the sofa.
"Right—so uh this is the story about Cinderella. There was this evil step mom you know and she was very mean, and she had this magic mirror—"
"I wan a stowwy about dwagons!" Aiden interrupts.
"Yeah!" Alex nods and Bela puffs out her cheeks. "And monsters!"
"I don't want a scary story," Bela argues immediately.
Charlie stares at the three of them and bites her lip for a moment, she couldn't afforda new couch. This one was definitely ruined just like her apartment was going to be if she didn't calm these hellions down. "I'm sure your momknows more dragon stories than I do. She knows more dragons." Charlie began finally. "But how about the story of how I met your mother? Your mom is the only dragon I know."
Bela sat down, a grin on her face. "Yeah!"
Charlie nodded, her gamble had worked. More importantly she could tell the kids the very important story about how she had met their mother and how Santana had totally ruined her life. "A few years ago, I woke up with a hangover from hell—"
"What's a hangover?" Bela asked interrupting.
Charlie blinked and stared at the monster in front of her. "It means that I wasn't feeling well," Charlie partially lies. She winces when Bela's pupils constrict for a moment, becoming vertical slits. It was at that moment that Charlie realized that Bela really was Santana's daughter. "I'm telling the truth, it's an adult thing that should never ever happen to you. But I woke up feeling ill."
"Mommy said lying is bad."
Charlie groaned, Santana wasn't even here and she was already making her life impossible. "Yeah, lying is bad. But there are some things you're just going to have to find out when you're older."
"But—"
"Do you want to hear the story or not?" Charlie asks holding up her hands and narrowing her eyes, already getting frustrated. She watches as Bela huffs when Alex smacks her on the arm.
"I do! Shush Bela!"
"You—"
Charlie cleared her throat loudly, it seemed to work. "Okay so where was I—oh right. It was a few years ago," Charlie began leaning forward in her chair so that she could engage with her children. She really did need to ask Santana for proof. She certainly didn't have the equipment to get a dragon pregnant, and she wasn't quite sure how Santana had even gotten pregnant to begin with. It was all one giant headache as far as she was concerned.