Dr Andrew Dracos paused after mentally ticking of nearly all the remaining things on his to do list, and stroked his dark blond naturally buzz cut hair with its' arcane hairline. For 8 years he had functioned as Storybrooke's independent Environmental Health Scientist, and now that was at an end. Not that there was really anything to do, but The Evil Queen was scientifically illiterate and so he could fob her of with almost any excuse and the money would come in. Anyway, The Twisted Imp might once have spun gold from straw, but He could spin electronic dollars from nothing. So money was never an issue, and with the growth of The Internet it just got easier. The computer facilities in Boston and the furnished apartment there was set up as ordered, as were the facilities in Nottingham and the passports with dual US UK nationality for the Dracos family. All that remained was to make the break with Storybrooke, for the next 20 odd years.
Downstairs the boys were playing up again, as Buster's hissing and Jason's barking made clear. The girls, evil little hellions that they were, knew that what they were about to do was, well, not illegal, but this was the domain of The Evil Queen, and She could start asking difficult questions. So the girls were proving quite helpful for once, someday they would make evil look moral. Once in Boston, he must buy them the St. Trinians books to provide moral guidance. As Environmental Health issues were to be dealt with in Boston, and as it was the summer break period of Teachers Rest, Parents Pest, so the children would never be missed from school and The Dread Curse would eventually anasthatise people's memories of the Dracos family.
Dracos, that name had served Him well down the centuries since he was a little adopted newly hatched baby in High Rock, put in the care of the local alchemist in return for favours from certain unnamed powers to the local feudal shit head. He still had the enchanted morphing armour he had made, partly for protection as he had traded his way around Tamriel, and partly, along with Dragon Sword, Shield and Mace, to show that He and not some Sumerset Isle High Elf was Tamriel's greatest Enchanter. The armour would have to stay hidden under the house in the Enchanting Laboratory he had created and stocked by tampering with the parameters of The Dread Curse and Storybrooke's Arcane Map Layout Table that The Evil Queen thought was a secret under her mansion. Also hidden with the armour, shield and weapons were His technomagical Dragon Staff and arcane books. While he might not need the blued steel armour again, thought it was fun to wear, his boys might need to use it and the books to protect themselves from the likes of The Twisted Imp. The Dragon staff would be needed by himself to fend of high level magical attacks from the likes of the Daedric Princes or his "relative" The Witch King. At least he was on good terms with The Daemon King.
Ah, yes. The Twisted Imp. Right. The Imp's cursed daedric dagger. The dagger He had substituted with a copy, His psycho creative powers being adequate for the task. Enchanted with just enough "magic" to fool a casual examination, the copy was now in The Imp's shop. The real dagger was hidden and hopefully untraceable by scrying. It would allow him to threaten The Imp, and would also protect The Imp against exploitation, all in the interest of preserving balance. Funny how so few in Storybrooke actually knew how to use "magic". The Fairies were really a joke without their fairy dust and wands, and even The Evil Queen was an amateur compared with her missing mother, the talented Cora. And Maleficent, the mother of his children, was out of the picture for now.
With everything in the house now either shut down, packed up, or hidden away, it was time to go. A large paper saying "Looking for work in Boston. Please leave everything as found" had been left downstairs, just in case Sheriff Graham should try and break in and then instigate a search for the errant family.
Downstairs, as he had expected, he found a tangle of claws, wings and tails. Even Buster the Staffy had morphed into Wyvern form. Fortunately, Jason the Alsatian had more sense than to get involved. Leo along with Rex had been "playing" with Trian, who having morphed, was now biting them with teeth designed to inject or spit paralytic neurotoxins. The potent venom's had been designed as a last ditch defence in-case the arm muscle electrogenerators where in refractory mode. At their age, the boys were only able generate a few weak spark bolts from each arm. The same situation applied to their in-built pyrokinesis and frostkinesis. The venom also had another use, sedating aggressive "older" brothers. Trian had become quite a biter of late, something his human teachers naturally disapproved of. That twit Hopper had even made unpleasant and inaccurate comments about it in addition to Trian's hyperactivity and immaturity; all quite normal for the children's age and high intellect. Pongo had more sense than Hopper, and knew that they were not humans. Good thing that they were too young to fly yet, else there could have been some real issues during the past year while playing in the woods. As it was, they were good climbers and passable gliders, at a very steep angle of descent. He eventually got them to morph back, dress, and as a restorative, drink the remaining milk in the fridge. Only a store of dried and condensed foods that would last years remained in the house.
Gathering their packs, they silently left the house as the moon was rising. Their human vision was actually relatively good at night, since like birds, dragon vision was more day adapted. Using his farsense and telepathy he was easily able to lead the little Dracos crocodile away from their home on the edge of Storybrooke and into the woods. Later they joined the road out of Storybrooke and by morning they had reached the roadside diner where he called for a very big cab. Once in the Boston apartment they rested and spent the next week shopping and setting up the office systems, even Leo got interested in this. Then schooling had to be arranged for a couple of years, and several Derbyshire estate agents contacted so that a suitable rural UK home could be purchased. He also needed to locate Pinocchio, and pay his college fees. When the children were 10 years old they chartered a flight to the UK, expensive but necessary if they were to take the dogs, and established their growing research company in Derby. However, the real reason for the "temporary" relocation was arcane, the closer they had a fixed home to places like Stonehenge the better.