HEY GUYS! Oh my GAWD... it's been WAY TOO LONG! I hope you didn't give up on little ol' me!

Just to say... I HAVE NOT GIVEN UP ON THIS FANFIC! MUAHAHAHH! No matter WHAT! I will FINISH IT! xD (Sorry... I've just been on a MASSIVE writer's block so it took me some great amount of time and thinking to finish this one... it's not that long but you know... I WILL WORK HARDER!

So yeah! Here's chappie 12! DAAA NAAA NAAA NAAAA! -Zelda Item Music- hope you like it!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DRAGONHEART! If I did I would be a rich millionaire... or at least hugging a Draco Stuffy... (I WANT ONE IF THEY EXIST...) LOL! ENJOY!

OH! I make a reference to Monty Python... (SEE IF YOU CAN CATCH IT...) I DO NOT OWN MONTY PYTHON! I RESPEEEECT THEM! MUAUHAHAHAH!


Chapter Twelve: Rainy Dilemma

Rain pounded through the roof of the trees as Becca padded calmly through them, occasionally stopping and scenting for prey. She had been out for only a few hours before it had started to rain. Her fur was wet and heavy but she didn't seem to care. Becca's paws barely made a sound on the damp earth as she continued to scent for any food.

She stopped to nibble on a small berry bush before continuing, for once everything was calm, but she owed that to the weather. Rain always put Becca in some strange state of calm. Swishing her tail contentedly she made her way back to the river she had been splashing in the other day. She paused and thought for a moment, it was three days till the rebellion truly began and everyone was getting agitated. Kara was usually staring off into space, or watching Bowen teach the villagers or spar with Becca. Bowen was too wrapped up in his teaching that he barely spoke with Becca, even when they practiced. Draco was usually off somewhere, so that left Becca to fend for herself.

The werewolf was finding that she was rather bored with all the training and the ominous cloud the rebellion seemed to cast over them. She felt a little bit of fear, since she could possibly die if someone cut her with silver, but really she was just afraid of her friends dying. What would she do if they all died? Becca thought. She would be all alone in this medieval world. Shaking her head and fur, Becca cleared her mind of that and started to walk in a different direction.

I mean it's not like I don't care what happens… she thought to herself rather carefully. It's just… I'm not afraid for myself… I don't want to be alone… she guessed that this kind of feeling was wolf instinct. She was a pack animal, she hated being alone, it drove her crazy. Becca would sometimes want to be alone, but not for long periods of time and especially not in some strange place.

A soft, cold breeze ruffled her wet fur, the rain was beginning to come down in heavier sheets. Becca slipped every now and then on the muddy ground, trying to make her way through the forest. Suddenly her ears pricked and she heard a voice on the air, Bowen was calling her back to the village. Becca sighed to herself and bounded forward towards the voice, being the wolf she was, she had trouble not obeying certain commands.

As she leapt forward again, she felt the ground beneath her give way and the muddy earth caved in. She gave a short howl of surprise and fear as her footing vanished and she tumbled down a steep ravine. Becca landed in a heap in a muddy pool at the bottom, her fur was matted and her leg bursting with pain. She couldn't move and she could barely scream for help. Becca knew she had broken her right back leg, knew that the rain pounding onto her fur was cold, she knew that no one would find her…

"Where could she be?" said Bowen, staring into the dark eaves of the forest. "She should have come by now…" he was beginning to get agitated.

A sudden howl came to his ears, it was faint but he could tell that it was surprised. It sounded almost human, Bowen felt a horrible fear in his gut. What happened? He ran into the forest in the direction of the bark.

The earth was slippery underfoot, but he kept his balance and continued to sprint amongst the dark branches and foliage. He began to see signs of a large wolf that had passed through here just moments before. The knight followed the paw steps and the skid marks until he came to a small hollow and a steep ravine. Bowen nearly went sliding down the slope but grabbed onto a thick branch to help his balance.

At the bottom of the ravine, stuck in the mud with rain drenching her already soaked fur, was Becca. Bowen picked his way carefully down the slope to the bottom, the mud wasn't thick, but it was slippery and he couldn't get a proper foothold.

"Becca! Can you hear me?" he knelt next to her and looked at her furry face. Her eyes opened to slits, showing her golden irises for about a second before her head went limp. He could hear her whimpering ever so faintly, "Did you hurt yourself?" no answer came from her, but she seemed to be only hurt in her right leg.

"Hang on, I'll get you out of here…" Bowen made his way back up the ridge and sprinted into the village.

Becca's consciousness was fading rapidly, her body shivering from the cold. She had heard a voice and then barely anything but the patter of the rain on her ears. The wolf tried to move again, but pain shot up her leg and she yelped and fell back onto her right side. Becca had her right leg stretched carefully out on a strange angle, her yellow eyes flashing from blue to yellow-gold. How much time had passed? It felt like weeks… months even. Where had Bowen gone? She couldn't see the stalk of grass in front of her face, the green and brown plant blurring into itself.

The wind changed and she could hear a loud sound over the rain... something that made her ears prick slowly. A dark shape descended from the cloud cover, causing her to cringe, but the shape blotted out the light and made it dark, allowing her to close her weary eyes and submit to the darkness.


Becca couldn't move, she knew she was alive that was for certain. It was because of the aching pain in her right leg that told her she was still on earth, or at least, the earth she had known for the past few weeks. The werewolf knew she was also in human form, she was lying on something scratchy and yet soft.

It didn't make sense anymore, not when she thought of the strange feeling in her leg. It did not compute to her that she was healing herself through her werewolf methods. Her bones slowly but surely growing and healing the fracture in her right leg so that it would be completely healed, no surgery needed. She only could feel the strange tingling soreness in her limb, the fact of the healing was not clear in her mind as it focused on something even more substantial. Home.

The thought really hadn't occurred to her that she really missed home, then again she had been so busy since she had gotten there that it had almost, almost slipped her mind. Although, sooner or later it would be hard enough to face the music and believe that she might not go back to her own time. That she could possibly be stuck here for the remainder of her long life. Thoughts like that brought tears to her eyes, when she noticed that she wasn't awake as the imaginary drops fell from her unseen eyes.

Deciding that she had enough of this stupid behavior, Becca stirred in her place, slowly coming back to the conscious world. Where she knew everything was colder, harder and much more painful than the world she had just left. Becca cracked open one heavy eyelid and immediately shut it again, regretting her idea to leave the peace of that dark place. Yet no matter how much you want to keep dreaming, you have to wake up sometime.

She opened her eyes and squinted, thinking that she had been somewhere similar before in the past. Yes she had. The light flooded into her tired irises and she groaned with frustration, trying to sit up but unable to move for another few minutes. Becca looked down at her leg, from where she was she could only see part of it, but could feel the whole process of her healing now. It was almost done, she could feel movement returning to her toes, and feeling coming back into the rest of the nerves. How long had she been out? Even for a werewolf it took at least a few days to heal even a broken bone. Becca turned her head to the side with a wince, there was a figure sitting on the ground with his arms across his chest and his legs stretched out. His head was tilted to the side and his mouth hung open as he snored lightly. She giggled.

After a few more minutes, Becca decided it was okay to try and move again. She clenched her fists and sat upright, a twinge in her gut signaled that she was still hurt, but that would be gone soon. Swinging her left leg over the side of the mattress she was sitting on, she tried to move her other leg and it protested only a bit. A sharp, short stab of pain went through it, so she wrapped her hands around her leg and eased it over the side and onto the ground.

Wincing as another twinge hit her but she bit her lip and got up, leaning on her left leg for support. Her injury couldn't take much weight yet but it would heal soon. She hobbled over to where Bowen was asleep and knelt on the ground beside him, giggling quietly to herself. His long hair flowed around his shoulders and she smiled devilishly. A few minutes later she had his hair nicely braided in seven different little braids and she had woven in a white-cream cloth into the strands. Laughing and covering her mouth, Becca couldn't help it, he just looked so…so…girly.

Not being able to stop, she burst into fits of laughter and rolled around on the floor, careful not to hurt her leg. The knight's eyes snapped open and he leapt to his feet immediately, only to see Becca writhing on the ground with laughs. He gave her a shocked and questioning glare both at the same time.

"HAHAHAH! YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE!" she roared, clutching at her aching sides. "And your HAIR!" this earned her another inquiring glance as he picked up his heavy sword and turned it so he could see his reflection.

At the sight of his 'makeover' Bowen hollered and threw down the sword with a loud, muffled clang! And put his hands to his head to make sure it was not a trick. Sure enough, there were braids ALL OVER his hair. "BECCA? WHAT DID YOU DO?"

Biting her bottom lip innocently, Becca laughed again, "Nothing… just made you PRETTY!" she said, her voice higher in pitch as she attempted in vain to stifle another laugh.

"Is Becca awake?" came a voice from outside, another voice muttered something and Becca saw Kara pull back the hide flap that was the door.

"Yeah she's awake and—" when Kara saw Bowen's hair she stuttered while putting a hand to her mouth.

"What?" came the other voice, Draco stuck his head in and saw the knight's disgruntled expression and his 'girlified' hair. He snorted, "Interesting… hairstyle choice Bowen, it suits you," he chuckled.

Bowen raged at all three of them, "HOW CAN YOU SIT THERE AND LAUGH? I HAVE BEEN UTTERLY HUMILIATED!"

"That's why we're laughing," Becca chimed in humorously, narrowly avoiding a punch from Bowen. "Oh NOES! He's going to hit me!" she grinned evilly, "I bet I can punch him harder than he can hit me!" she got up and hopped over to him and whacked him in the shoulder so suddenly that he nearly fell backwards. She smiled widely, showing her small pointed teeth.


Around midday Becca trod out of another house in the village carrying an armful of arrows. Bowen had tried to get her to stay back at the hut and have her rest, but she had refused with calling him "kniiggit" instead of knight and limping off to help.

She checked to make sure she wasn't dropping anything and walked off to where they were gathering the arrows and weapons for the next day, depositing them in a great big pile. Bowen was around here somewhere, probably training with Kara. The werewolf had to giggle, those two had grown closer since the last time they had met, sure Becca was around the village more often but after the last kidnapping incident she hadn't been that… well… present. Mostly being unconscious or mad about something, she guessed.

Draco was having a drink by the pond, Becca bounced over and said a cheery, "Hi!" to the dragon. He looked over at her and grinned, swishing his tail in greeting.

"I don't know how you can drink that stuff…" she commented, looking at the murky brown water. "It looks awful," she sat on a drier patch of grass and picked up a stick. She stuck it into the water and splashed around with it.

A deep hum came from Draco, "It's just an acquired taste I expect," he said calmly as he bent his head for another drink.

Suddenly he tensed, Becca immediately froze as well and on instinct she transformed into a wolf. She lifted her lips in a snarl as she looked up at the hill, a small forest concealing the other side. Becca started to bark, her voice carrying over the hills to a lone rider astride a burly chestnut horse. He was riding out of the forest and came to a halt barely over the ridge. Draco growled and let out a deep, loud roar, spreading his wings wide and lashing his tail about angrily. Becca flattened her ears at the deafening sound, keeping her white teeth bared all the same.

The villagers, who had still yet to grow completely accustomed to the dragon among them, stopped in their sword practicing and weapon lessons to stare at the giant creature. Becca saw the horse rear and freak out while the rider tried to regain control of the stricken animal, then he slammed his heels into the animal's flanks and rode off over the hill.

They had been discovered.


WELL... hope it was good! SORRY FOR THE CLIFFY LOL! But... it leaves an interesting end!

I HOPE to get the next chappie up soon! (I will TRY TRY TRY!)

Thank you! R&R nicely please! ^_^ FLAMES... go to making steak for my SUPPER... xD