A/N: Don't judge me. I had to write something. I had to. I'm working on new chapters for every story I have up that is not a oneshot, I swear.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own White Collar. Not even a little.
Warning(s): Swearing, violence, possible gore, and somethings I'll probably add later...
Summary: Someone from Neal's past comes back to haunt him and things begin to get tricky. Let's just say Dragons aren't exactly the work of the scyfy channel anymore.
"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?"
-John Lennon
Neal wasn't quite sure what to think when he spied a far too familiar body perched on his desk. She was pale and slender, with ample breasts and creamy smooth skin. She wore a short, black corseted dress that was lacy and showed off her curves with a pair of black lacy knee high boots that accentuated her legs and rear. Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders and bounced whenever she giggled.
Neal felt his fire rise in his as he watched her flirt with burned him inside even though he knew he had no claim over her. He stalked forward, eyes flashing dangerously, "Jones." He regarded the FBI agent with a glare. He pulled Ember to the side so Jones couldn't hear them, "What're you doing here, Ember?" He hissed, "I thought we had an agreement."
She looked at him with her ever changing eyes and just sighed. The way she looked at him made him feel like he'd done something wrong, "I would have stayed away if you were alright."
Neal tried to feign innocence, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't try that. I'm in your head, asshole." Ember jabbed Neal's chest nonetoogently. She glared at him harshly, "I know Kate fucked you up and I know I can't help because she's dead but I can't just sit here and let you continue living like this." Neal felt her try to close the bond between them but at the first sensation of pain she stopped. Closing their bond was like trying to cut off your limbs one bit of flesh at a time.
"I'm sorry," Neal sighed, "but you can't do anything to help."
"I know, and I can't do anything to stop it. It's driving me insane."
"Why?" Neal asked, not bothering to keep his voice down, "We're not together. It's not like this thing between us is actually real. It was designated to us. You don't have to be here. I don't want you here!" He shouted in her face. She flinched away from him as if he'd slapped her.
"I know." She growled, grinding her teeth together, "I know you don't want me here. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important. There's a Sept meeting coming up and if the Wyvern's find out that we aren't together they'll kill us both, you stupid son of a bitch!"
Neal snarled dangerously, "You're lying."
Everyone stared in shock as Ember slapped Neal straight across the face, "I would never lie about this." She hissed, watching the blood trickle down his cheek. His eyes flashed silver and fire bubbled up inside him.
"You need to leave."
"If I do, we die. I'm not leaving." She said, planting her feet firmly on the ground as if readying herself to fight. Like he was going to pick her up and carry her out the door. Which he was. He threw her over his shoulder and started to walk out. She began kicking and screaming, "YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!" She screamed, clawing at his back, "PUT ME DOWN!"
Peter came running out of his office and it took him, Diana, and Jones to separate the fighting pair. They were flinging obscenities at each other and trying to get back to killing each other, "What is this?" Peter shouted, holding a struggling Neal back. The FBI agent was sweating from trying to hold the con back. It seemed that Diana was having the same trouble holding back the girl.
"I'M LETTING YOU DO THIS TO ME, NEAL!"
"I'M NOT LETTING YOU CON ME, BITCH!" Neal screamed back.
Ember struggled, flopping around wildly, "THIS IS NOT A CON! IF DRACO FINDS OUT YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN!" That stopped Neal in his tracks. His faced paled and his body trembled slightly.
Neal licked his lips, "Draco?"
"Yeah, and he'll be here next week. I just found out yesterday. Took me that long to locate you and get to you."
Peter frowned, "You found him and got to him in twenty-four hours?" He pouted slightly, letting go of Neal hesitantly. Neal straightened his suit, sighing heavily.
"You and I need to talk." Neal huffed, fixing his hair.
Ember growled, "Damn straight we do." She said, grabbing Neal's arm and dragging him to the elevator. Peter tried to follow but the doors shut before he could hop inside.
Peter faced Diana, "She found him in twenty-four hours?"
"Draco is coming." Neal stated, not beating around the bush. He pushed the emergency stop and leaned against the wall.
"Yes, and he's going to be pissed if he finds out the Mating he designated hasn't come through with anything." Ember said, making fists.
Neal's eyes widened and he swallowed hard, "You mean a kid."
"Yes."
"How do we get around this?"
Ember shrugged, "Fake a pregnancy and then cry miscarriage."
"Are you serious?" Neal gaped.
"What else could we do?" Ember demanded, folding her arms over her chest.
"I don't know. Could we use a friend's kid?" Neal asked hopefully.
Ember sighed, rubbing her eyes, "I don't have any friends that are Dragons, Neal. They're going to demand a Dragon offspring."
"So when he asks why we haven't had one before-?"
"We tell him that we've been having a blast living that we haven't had time to settle down and think about kids." Ember finished for him with a nervous smile, "Now we just have to smile and act like we've been together all these centuries."
Neal let out a long breath and shook his head, "This is gonna suck."
Ember gave a wry chuckle, "Yeah, it is."
So, guys tell me what you think. This is just the first chapter. If you follow my stories then you know the updates come far and few in between. But I do love reviews and they make me want to write more. So, even if it's an unsigned review, please tell me what you think. :)