Maleficent woke up far more contented than usual. Sleeping as a dragon gave her about two days of sleep as opposed to one, and being curled up next to a dragon was infinitely safer that a hallway of her minions keeping watch. Everything about him made her feel safe. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Never had someone put this little pressure on her. She was there; she wasn't trying to kill him. That was good enough for him. He even took the news of her being truly human better than she could expect. Although he did admit it explained a lot. Maleficent had interpreted love (as seen from Ursula's perspective) as a part of functioning in a society. There were all these conventions, pressures, and rules. In the last few days she had found that that was an utter lie. The two of them had been blatantly honest with one another, and nothing ill has come from it. Neither one was particularly clingy; this had worked out fine as well. There was no pressure to be too intimate. No pressure to be anything at all.

"Maleficent! MALEFICENT!" Screamed a raging base, Maleficent raised her head groggily as a rail-thin man in a violet suit came running into her courtyard. Maleficent quickly turned from a dragon back to a human.

After seeing the man's bemused expression she remembered.

'Huh. Clothes. I might need those.'

A quick snap of her fingers gave her usual robe, but she hadn't bothered with the headdress, so her long, black, shiny hair was still visible.

"Got bad news." Fallicer said, aforementioned bemused grin subsided.

"How bad?" Maleficent asked, assuming someone had died or something trivial like that…

"BAD!" Fallicer said, obviously it was something worse. "I had just gotten that CGI back, as ordered, the guy was beaten up, so I gave him a chair back home, hooked him up to prince charming…"

"Which one?" Maleficent asked.

"Phillip." Fallicer replied.

"Lovely." Maleficent droned sarcastically.

"He's been talking to Merlin. About mass producing the sword of truth. Mal you have to get out of here. This is the first place they'll look. Athena's office will have to be re-located to Vulcan."

"Why did I let Hades come up with the top secret names?" Maleficent said to herself. "Very well, you're right…I should go." With that she began to wave her hand and lights went off in the palace as everything was converted into magic energy which is more easily stored. By the time she walked into the castle All of her worldly possessions were in a small velvet bag carried by her raven, Diablo. Maleficent took one last moment to look around the place.

"Coming?" Fallicer asked, briskly.

Maleficent couldn't for a moment. This was her home. She had lived here since she was 14 dammit. She didn't want to go. At least the stupid 14 year old didn't want to. With a sigh she drudged out of the castle, biding it farewell silently in her mind. The ember shaded dragon was awake now. Maleficent had taken to calling him Elsker. (Danish for lover.) He was awake now at any rate, so the two got on his back and headed off for the ominous volcano known as Vulcan.

On the trip there the two of them got a bird's eye view of just how well the battle was going, the shining armor of countless armies melded into the horizon. Elsker had his work cut out for him, the trip was pretty rough dodging all the fireballs, winged creatures and flying machines but eventually landed safely in Vulcan. Maleficent hadn't been here since the war started four months ago. As she landed she was greeted by the four legged head of security.

"Maleficent." Scar said, almost as if it was a question. "What brings you to headquarters?"

"No time for that." Fallicer said, pushing past her. "We have matters to discuss immediately."

"Very well." Scar said, motioning them to follow. As they walked through the ominous green volcano they passed minions working on a sleek white hand held blaster. After one of them pressed a button the blaster made a mile deep hole in the rock on the opposite wall.

"I trust the new head engineer is doing well?" Maleficent asked.

"Yes." Scar said noncommittally.

"And the old one?" She asked next.

"Still in a coma." Fallicer said rather casually. "She'll be fine in a week or so."

"It'd be a shame to loose such a brilliant mind like Helga's…" Maleficent mused. As the three moved into a secluded part of the cave, scar turned around to face them. "I'll not ask again." He said sternly. "What brings you to my home."

"We have gathered intelligence that suggests the enemy is searching for a way to mass produce the only thing that can kill our fearless leader." Fallicer deadpanned. "That's what brings us here."

Scar furrowed his brow. "Right, that sword. I'm not one for magic myself Maleficent, but I trust you wouldn't have come here unless you thought this was possible, yes?"

"It would take some work for my sisters to teach the other magi," Maleficent started. "But after that yes, the sword could be mass produced."

"Right." Scar said, sobered by the dire situation. "It's settled. Your base of operation shall be moved here, you will be under constant guard…"

"You can't be serious." Maleficent said. She'd seen his guards. Pathetic. Not to mention annoying. And she didn't do well being constantly watched. She got irritated a lot faster that way.

"We don't have time to bicker." Scar growled. He then motioned to the alcove they were currently standing in. "You will set up shop here."

"Very well then." Maleficent said, dropping the bag to the floor. "Where shall Elsker stay?"

"You're reptilian friend?" Scar asked raising an eyebrow. "We'll figure something out. It's not like he won't be spending much time off the battlefield anyway." As he slunk off Maleficent took a look around her new office. Besides the stone being bedrock instead of bricks it wasn't all that different, if a bit warmer than what she was used to. But creature comforts weren't her priority right now. There was a war on. With a tap of her staff her belongings flew out of the bag and into the room, trying to recreate the format of her castle as best she could. As she sat down at her desk things were still flying around to their proper places. Again, small comforts would have to wait.

Finally finished this chapter, sort of. I'm hoping to put in more action sequences, and involve the other offices. It's kind of weird to have a war going on and yet see none of it firsthand. SO yeah, review if you want to see a villain recruited, or see what a certain Disney villain is up to. Things to clear up: Helga is from Atlantis, Vulcan is the place where scar sang be prepared. (Because that is the only time you see it is very difficult to get there. Screw logic I am a writer!) I'm not going to try and apologize for the lack of updates, they will still probably be few and far between, and I still don't know exactly how this story will end regardless. Thank you to all who have read, and the more you bug me to finish this the more likely it will happen.