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Chapter Thirteen

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..."I...have to go..."

Draco was extremely uneasy as he stood slowly, almost like he wasn't sure of his own actions.

"Draco, stop."

Brother Gilbert walked to stand next to the dragon, Draco lowering his head submissively and a little sadly.

"I can't...just let him..."

"I know Draco, just let me tell Bowen and Kara, I need to check in with the monastery now as well."

"I..." Draco's voice cracked slightly as he looked away.

The monk patted his cheek gently, "It'll be alright, in a few days you can see him..."

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Brother Gilbert smirked as he stepped into the library just above Draco's room, the library was lit warmly and the hearth kept the room comfortable.

Bowen was sitting in a high-backed chair, feet propped up on the table in front of him as he...

Rested his chin on his chest?

Bowen suddenly shifted, and snored...

He was sound asleep...

*burble*

Brother Gilbert walked forward to see Bowen's lap, yep, Colin was sitting peacefully in Bowen's lap, leaning against his father's leg as he fiddled with a smooth carved wooden toy.

Bowen looked exhausted...the rings under his eyes nearly matching Draco's dark scales, Colin was vibrant and healthy, eight months old and thriving.

But Bowen was taking the brunt of it...unless Kara was needed, Bowen let her sleep at night and most of the day.

Wearing himself into the ground, he'd kill himself at this rate, with or without Draco's help.

"*sigh*...Bowen?"

"Hmm...*snort*...I'm up..."

The monk shook his head and took Colin into his arms while Bowen tried to remember how to open his eyes.

"I believe you need to let Kara take over for a night or two, you'll work yourself sick Bowen."

"Not the point...*yawn*..."

"Bowen!"

"*yawn*...Fine, I'll have her switch with me tom-*yawn*..."

"No, right now Bowen."

"Brother..."

"Bowen..."

"What are you two arguing about?"

The two turned, (well Bowen leaned around the chair), to Kara who'd just walked in. Brother Gilbert handed her Colin when the boy reached for his mother.

"Make sure Bowen gets plenty of sleep tonight and for a few nights Kara, otherwise you'll be out a husband for even longer."

Kara smiled knowingly, "That I can do easily."

"...*yawn*...very funny...*yawn*..."

Brother Gilbert offered his arm for Bowen to stand stiffly, amazed at how easily the man accepted and how greatly he needed the assistance.

"Go to bed Bowen, just don't expect Draco and I to be here tomorrow morning when you awake."

"What *yawn*...are you talking about?"

"I just received a letter asking for my immediate return to the monastery, and due to the weather, Draco offered to go with me and say...stretch his wings..."

Bowen had yawned, (again!) as the monk had explained, too tired to focus Bowen nodded and waved as he left for bed after Kara playfully shoved him before bouncing the giggling Colin on her hip.

"Be careful as you travel, though I don't think Draco will let you come to harm." Kara said with genuine concern.

Brother Gilbert answered her with his own grin, "We will be, and Draco offered for that exact reason, we should be back in about three weeks, maybe four."

"Alright, travel safe, I think I'm going to let you leave alone...make sure Bowen actually went to bed and put Colin down for a nap."

Kara left with a friendly wave and directions to stop in the kitchen for food, knowing full well the monk was a bit partial to stuffed rolls.

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Draco was still a little edgy as Brother Gilbert mounted Merlin, the mule not fully happy about traveling in the snow but wasn't throwing a grand fuss, Draco seemed to keep him somewhat calm.

Brother Gilbert made sure his bags were settled then glanced to the dragon, "Shall we?"

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Draco growled a little as the snow covered branches above his head dumped their cold load on the dragon.

They would be at the monastery tomorrow night, and see Drake...

The dragon didn't know what to think...he had never seen his son, just been given a vague description of him as a few days old hatchling...what if Drake looked more like his mother?

Draco didn't know if he could handle seeing her living memory...especially since Drake was sick, he already had that stress factor on his mind...

Soft, erratic clicking came from Brother Gilbert, breaking Draco's thoughts, he was trying to light a fire on their second night of traveling, the first had been easy...but tonight...

"I can...uh..."

The monk glanced up, "Yes?"

Draco chuckled lightly, "Bowen didn't tell you about his 'well-done' meal?"

Brother Gilbert smiled, not only from the memory but also Draco's happier mood as the monk stepped back to allow Draco to start the fire.

"Yes, I remember, though it didn't turn out well on his account." The monk replied finally after Draco settled back and brushed the soot of his face.

"I neglected to give him a minor detail."

"Oh?"

"Back up."

Okay, lousy chapter, Drake/Draco next time though, Review please and if you could vote on my Poll please!