A/N: IMPORTANT! For anyone who didn't notice the summary change when alerted to this update, I've rewritten the first chapter, and the entire beginining is immensely changed from the original start off. I did this because after some major thinking and reviewing I realized that the former beginning truely served no purpose to the point of my story and the bonding I was aiming for from the start of the stroy's idea could be achieved by a different, more thought out means. In short: re-read the first chapter if you haven't already.

Chapter 2: Price to Pay

Septimus Ashar, a wizard by birth, was strongly under the belief that wizards were stupid. It didn't matter that they had hundreds of spells to make their lives easier, they made no attempt to understand muggles and thus when they ran into muggles they made themselves look like idiots. He had learned at a young age the benefits of being well versed in muggle knowledge and so he was able to freely move through both worlds.

With this freedom he traveled everywhere, conducting business with the respectable and not so respectable contacts he'd made over the years. He personally colleted reports from those who worked under his older brother, not entirely trusting the communication systems for sending the documents, even though he modified muggle technology all the time.

Currently Septimus was fulfilling his half of a business deal for one of his non-respectable contacts in Barcelona and while he wasn't particularly fond of assassination, Miki was giving him some weapons and artifacts that had been circling the Black Market for quite some time. They'd been excavated from a temple in East Asia and he was very interested in getting his hands on them.

His target, a high ranking Russian Military officer, was scheduled for a meeting with several high ranked American Military in Washington, so Septimus positioned himself on the room of one of the buildings across from the man's hotel. On the roof he took from his backpack a disassembled sniper's rifle and put it together. He crouched down at the edge of the building, placed an invisibility spell around himself and the gun and propped the gun up on the edge.

Suddenly his cell phone rang. Growling angrily as he continued to look in the scope, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and flipped it open.

"What?" he snarled.

"Is that any way to speak to your employer, Metal?" Miki's voice filtered over the connection.

"How the hell did you get this number?" Septimus, known as Metal to the entire Black Market, asked.

"That doesn't matter Metal, what matters is our new arrangement. If you want these artifacts you're going to have to preform a double hit."

"And this second person is?"

"Senator Kinsey of the U.S. Kill him as well, and we have a deal."

Septimus scowled, "Why the change?"

"Someone else has offered to purchase the items, if you don't complete your half of the bargain in twenty-four hours then the items are no longer yours."

"Son of a Bitch," Septimus snarled. "I'll get them both you bastard, and if I find you've sold those artifacts prematurely I will tear you apart piece by piece!"

He closed the phone, slipped it back into his pocket and returned all his concentration to the task at hand. Previously he'd been prepared to wait all day for the Russian to return to the hotel, but now his schedule had been changed. Dammit Septimus cursed. Dammit, dammit, dammit.

Septimus was not a patient man, he had to always be doing something no matter how long it took. He could patiently take apart electronics and modify them to his own purposes or make something himself but he couldn't sit and wait for something, especially if it was for someone to show up to their own death. He'd reserved all the patience he had for today, but now with one phone call it was all gone.

He waited though, and after an hour his patience was rewarded when a black limo rolled up to the hotel. Septimus did a double check to make sure everything was working then aimed. The Russian officer was an old soldier, fat, balding and ugly-but powerful. He had several armed officers around him, but they weren't doing a very good job of protecting him. Septimus trained his weapon on the man's heart and pulled the trigger.

The Russian dropped like the dead weight he was and a mad panic spread throughout the street. Septimus ignored the screaming, focusing his power to make sure the man was dead before moving away from the edge. He disassembled his weapon, returned it to his backpack, shouldered it and walked to an edge that looked down into a small alley way. He was still invisible, so he jumped over the edge, summoning up a wind to break his fall. He dropped his invisibility and walked out onto the street like nothing had happened.

He walked for a few blocks before catching a taxi to the other side of the city. On a side street he entered a small café that didn't really stand out. He got a coffee then entered into a large back room where he found several wizards milling about. Ignoring them all, Septimus walked over to the fireplace at the far end, took some international floo powder and threw it into the flames, sending a Draconian wave through.

The flames grew and Septimus saw his brother's face. Though it was hard to tell because the detail in the flames was bad, Septimus new Dar's face was probably smeared with dirt.

"Where are you Tim?" Dar demanded.

"Working," Septimus answered off handedly. "Get me my laptop will you."

"Does Luin know?"

"He doesn't need to," Septimus snapped. "Get my laptop now!"

Dar disappeared from the flames for several minutes as Septimus let his anger die. Dar was the baby of the family, always had been and because Luin was the oldest he thoughts that Luin deserved to know about all their business dealings. Septimus personally thought otherwise when it came to his criminal dealings.

He sighed, annoyed, as Luin's face appeared in the flames instead of Dar's. Apparently the Tree Hugger had run to big brother anyway.

"Are you in the States?" Luin asked.

"What if I was?" Septimus returned as if he was a child.

"Was it you then?"

"What if it wasn't? I don't even know what you're talking about."

Luin sighed and spoke in an old obscure language, "Did you take out that Russian General in Washington?"

"Are you going to chain me up in my lair?"

Luin shook his head, "Just be careful Timmy, if enough evidence is gathered against you they will be able to imprison you. You know my position on your illegal dealings, but please, don't get caught. I can't help you if you do."

"I wont get caught."

His laptop appeared in front of him through the fire. He snatched it viciously.

"What did I do to be rewarded your anger Tim?" Luin asked concerned.

Septimus terminated the connection with a wave of his hand, downed the rest of his coffee and left the café. A few blocks away he found a mall where he went to the food court and turned on his computer.

He'd made his computer, powered it with magic and attached features that allowed him to hack into any system he wanted to, among other things. Senator Kinsey was easy to locate and gather information of, the man was a political crime lord with ties to the rogue section of the NID. Today Kinsey was in Colorado, visiting the Chyenne Mountain Military Base. The flight transactions and his political schedule revealed everything.

Septimus shut the computer down and left. He walked around to the back of the mall and after making sure no one was around cast an invisibility spell and transformed into a silver dragon. His take off was relatively silent and only with some smooth flying was he able to avoid crashing into any buildings on his ascent.

The four hour flight gave him lots of time to contemplate how he was going to pull this one off without alerting the Military to his position as was as the local Draconian. He didn't need Day knowing he was here, he didn't need Day knowing about this line of work.

When he landed in a field on the outskirts of the city and transformed back into a human he shut the dragon away, masking it with everything he had before hitching a ride into the city.

I cant exactly say where I was, I have no clue actually. Nothing looks familiar, smells familiar or senses familiar, at least not in a memorable way. Trees and animals smell the same no matter what planet you were on and they all have a similar look. Similar, yes; familiar, no, so I try to look around, get my bearings, but I cant. My body has been bound and although I can move my head from side to side it's constricted.

I struggle against my bonds, terrified. I've never done well confined, I like being free and in control of my life. Restraints mean pain, or soon to be inflicted pain and I don't do well with pain. I never have. I put a brave face on in front of people, but when alone I break and cant bear it.

My bonds press into me but they don't cut my flesh. I can feel panic in me build up, I cant see anyone around, I don't know who my captor is and I don't know why I'm here. I jerk my back, crying out in anguish. I don't know if anyone heard me, I don't even think I can truly hear myself.

Through the haze of my emotions I can here voices and I struggle to regain control of myself. I stop struggling against my bonds, breathing heavily and open my eyes to see him, the one person I can trust the most apart from the six I consider family. I frown when I notice the hostility and- is that? No- why is he looking at me in fear and with disgust?

Oh god what did I do to make him look at me like that, raise his P-90 at me like he is now? I don't remember being possessed, I'm not possessed now, nor do I remember doing something-anything-to hurt him. God no, I don't want him to hate me, I cant bear it.

My bonds snap, the restraints around my neck fall free and it's now that I realize I don't look normal, I don't feel normal. I look at myself and understand his look of disgust. He can't stand to look at me, I'm a huge flying monster with the ability to destroy everything in my wake.

Personally though, I think I'm quite beautiful for a dragon. My scales are pure white, coloured by my surroundings. I'm not a war dragon, my spikes aren't long but good for protection if I need them, I don't possess two horns that are curved back from my head and my claws are smaller. I'm smaller compared to the other dragons, but I'm still quite large at twenty-five feet from head to tail.

I back away from him, broken and ashamed of myself. Then I notice her, the blue eyed blond who'd never given me a reason to like and care for her beyond my natural caring. She was whispering in his ear, looking at me with hate. He was listening to her, considering her suggestions. She was poisoning him against me!

I have to get away, so I spread my wings and lift myself into the air. Gunfire filled my ears and pain struck fire all over my entire body.

Daniel Jackson woke suddenly with a strangled cry, tears streaming down his face. He looked around in fear until he realized he was in his room in the SGC. His dream had been so real, so damn terrifying it made him want to go home to Dragonhenge and stay there with the other dragons for a very long time. He really had to stop letting his fears get the best of him.

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