Title: Timmy and the Dragon
Author: WriterKos
Rating: FR13
Parings: None whatsoever
Characters: McGee, OCs galore
Genres: Supernatural, Pre-series
Warnings: NONE
Summary: Once upon a time there was a little boy who met a Dragon in his backyard… and that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Part of my Meddling with affairs of dragons series.
a/n: Sondheimmcgeek wrote on a review that she loved the interaction between McGee and the female Green Alpha Kismet. And that Timmy and the dragon sounded like a nice title for a fairy tale, and that someone should write it. Well, here is my take on it.
Chapter 1: Going out to play
"Mommy, can I play with my ball?" Little Timmy asks his mother, Laura McGee, who is looking at whatever is boiling in her pot on the fire.
"Sure sweetheart, but don't go far away. Stay in the field where I can see you, and if it starts raining, run back home, ok? There were some freaky storms lately and I don't want you caught up in one of them."
Little Timmy looks down at his Spiderman ball and bites the tip of his tongue, staring at the amazing hero throwing his super strong web out of his wrist.
"Mommy, what is a flaky storm?" he looks up with limpid green eyes, and his mother smiles down at her dear son, who is so beautiful and also so smart, always asking questions.
"I didn't say flaky storm, I said freaky storm. A freaky storm is one that comes out of nowhere, without explanation."
"Do storms explain themselves when they have to come?"
Laura's laughter filled the air, as she again was surprised by the intelligence of her sweet little boy, who was growing up to be a very curious child indeed.
"So many questions, Timmy. Go play, kiddo, and come back before the sunset."
"Ok Mommy."
The little kid holds his plastic Spiderman ball firmly in his little hands, and runs on chubby legs out of the kitchen towards the backyard. From there, he keeps running towards a big open field in the back of his house, and starts playing with his ball, completely unaware of the whispering voices floating over the breeze.
It is a beautiful day with bright blue skies without a single cloud as far as the eye could see. A faint breeze moves the branches on the trees, the leaves whistling a soft sound that completed the melody sung by the birds chattering excitedly in their nests. It was spring, and life had fulfilled its budding promise and new buds of flowers, grass, herbs were sprinting from the fertile soil, bringing life to what once had been silent and dead during winter.
The little boy throws the ball up to the sky, laughing when it soon falls down back into his chubby hands. His small feet leave tiny footprints on the fresh worked soil, bringing forth the scent of the earth up to his nostrils. He throws the ball again up, and is surprised when it bumps into his head and goes to his left, away from his hands.
He runs towards the ball, and looses his balance when the ground under his feet shakes for some reason, as if an earthquake is happening somewhere close by, or as if a dinosaur is walking over the land.
Once on the ground, with his tiny fists digging into the fresh soil, he looks up to the sky with his bright green eyes, and sees clouds forming a strange circling pattern, as a vortex.
He lifts a hand to shelter his eyes, trying to see what that strange cloud could be.