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It was at their son Matt's one month check up that Steve McGarrett and his husband Danny Williams got the news.
The doctor weighed and measured Matt, checked his ears, eyes, and throat, listened to his heart and lungs, and gave him his shots (which he endured in stoic silence, a feat of which Steve was very proud. In fact, Matt handled it better than Danny, a fact which Danny later vehemently denied). When the doctor was finished, she reached to shake their hands. "Congratulations, gentleman, you have a healthy baby dragon."
"Half-dragon," Danny corrected automatically, just like he'd been doing since he found out he was pregnant.
The doctor looked at him funny. "No," she said, "full dragon."
"But that's impossible!" Danny exclaimed.
"I assure you it's quite possible. His DNA proves it. Didn't anyone share the results of his first blood test with you?"
"No, no, no," Danny insisted. "They must have gotten Matt's blood test mixed up with someone else's."
"Definitely not. The DNA also confirms you and Mr. McGarrett as the parents. He is most definitely full dragon."
"How can that be?" Danny asked. "Steve's not a dragon!"
The funny look returned. "Of course he is."
"No, I'm not," Steve said out, speaking for the first time. "I think I'd know if I was."
"You've never shifted?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
The doctor tapped her chin thoughtfully with her pen. "I suppose it's possible. Parental influence is very strong. If they refused to let you, you may never have shifted."
"Yeah, like Steve's good at following orders," Danny quipped.
"Hey, I can follow orders," Steve protested. "I was in the Navy."
"I don't mean that, precisely. I mean with their will. Baby dragons are very sensitive to that."
Danny looked thoughtful. "That's true. Grace almost never shifted. Rachel didn't want her to. And that would explain why Matt's almost always in dragon form when Steve holds him, but not me."
"Still," the doctor said, "it's unusual for a dragon to make it through puberty without shifting, repressed or not."
"I was sent to the Armed Forces Academy when I was 15," Steve said. "Then I went to Annapolis and into the Navy."
"That could do it. Your will must have been iron."
"Still is," Danny said. "Super Seal over there's not going to do anything he doesn't want to."
"But I'd want to be a dragon!" Steve said. "I love dragons, and I love flying! I wouldn't want to miss out on that!"
"If you didn't know, and you never shifted, you wouldn't know you were missing it," the doctor pointed out.
Steve was silent, pondering what the doctor had said.
"So is that why Matt's purple while my daughter and I are golden?" Danny asked curiously.
The doctor nodded. "Yes. Your husband is a purple dragon, and that's what must have come out."
"I just figured it's because Steve's dark. But my daughter's dark, too, and she's golden in dragon form."
"It's sort of like that," the doctor explained. "The purple gene is dominant, just like dark hair. So, Matt's purple like Mr. McGarrett."
"But we've never seen him as a dragon!" Steve blurted. "Just half-dragon."
"Have you ever encouraged him to be a dragon?" the doctor asked.
"Yes!" Steve said. "All the time!"
"Not exactly," Danny contradicted. "You've wanted him to be a full-dragon, but I've always insisted he was only half, because that's why I thought. I never pictured him as anything but, so he must have picked up on that, especially since I carried him."
"Exactly," the doctor agreed. "Try it now," she encouraged.
Danny handed Matt to Steve. "You do it, babe. You're the one who wants it so bad."
"Don't you want him to be a dragon?"
"Of course," Danny assured him. "I'd like nothing more. But you're the one who's always pictured him that way."
"Okay." Steve concentrated, picturing the baby dragon he'd always imagined. Then, suddenly, there it was in his arms—a tiny purple dragon complete with minature wings, a snout, long tail, nasty claws (maybe that part wasn't so nice, Steve conceded. They were pretty nasty in halfway form, but even worse like this. Danny always said he was glad he wasn't breast-feeding), a pudgy little dragon body, and bright blue eyes. "He's so pretty," Steve said.
"That he is, babe. Just like you."
"He's got your eyes, though."
"Yeah, he does."
"I said he would."
"Yeah you did, and you said he'd be a boy. You were right about that, too."
"And about him being a dragon."
"Unh-unh," Danny said, shaking his finger at Steve. "That I'm still chalking up to wistful thinking and your obsession with all things dragon."
"It's possible," the doctor put in. "Purple dragons are known for their psychic abilities."
"Is that why he can hear Grace when I can't, and why we can still feel emotions so strongly even when I'm human?"
"Yes," the doctor confirmed.
"Well, you've certainly given us a lot to think about," Steve said.
"That she has." Danny clapped his husband on the shoulder. "Come on, babe, let's take our baby dragon home."
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A/N: I envisioned this as a one-shot, but I've been encouraged to make it multi-chapter to more thoroughly explore this, so we'll see how it goes. Steve and Matt learning to fly is definitely going to be its own ficlet, though.