A/N: I kind of skipped this chapter, so I have to go backwards with it. In order to explain, I must confuse you. Enjoy the Nie Chap—Asher. Note, the Gabriel Sisters System is copyrighted, so don't use what you don't understand. That's all.
Dis. I don't own anything, WB and Amy Sherman-Palladino own all. Nie, Kat, Cameron, and the FBI officer, plus the special languages of the Gabriel Sisters System is my creation, along with this unique idea.
Trystan walked back to the Gilmore house, where his dragon was waiting. If only one had told him this over a month ago, he would have dismissed them as needing a cat scan. But here he was.
As the sun was beginning to rise, his dragon's silvery blue scales glittered. Master, it would not be wise for me to linger when the sun rises. Humans have problems keeping secrets.
Trystan smiled. Forgetting Kat and Jess who were supposed to help him, he straddled the dragon's neck, near the base. The massive wings spread, and Trystan swore afterwords that the scales were made of aquamarine.
Take me to Rory. Do you have a name? As the dragon took off, into the dark morning, The creature seemed to send a smile into Trystan's head, like a sunburst.
Asher. That is the closest translation in your language.
Trystan blinked. Asher was a Hebrew name. Was he understanding Hebrew? Or was the creature forcing itself to speak English for his sake?
How do we speak, Asher? Another sunburst.
In your country, you need translaters. People joke that they need a machine to do it for them. I have allowed you to speak the only earth language I understand; Hebrew. I would prefer to speak Veron or Trysti, but you know neither, and I am not allowed to teach you languages from the Gabriel Sisters System.
Trystan swore. Does Rory have this special gift, too?
The dragon nodded. For Dinah's sake, yes. However, she has not awakened her guardian. This indicates she is currently safe. Do not grip my scales so tightly, Master. You shall cut your hands.
Trystan sighed, and as he loosened his hands, the scales did cut into his flesh, letting red blood drop onto his dragon's neck. At least Rory was safe—for now.
Rory looked up. Officer Roberts was escorting a young woman in chains through the halls. "I found her snooping around. When I turn her in, I shall return. No one is to enter the young one's chamber until I return." The scientists didn't recognize their subject, covered in the customary black gown for questioning.
Under her hood, Rory was sweating heavily. Would the guise work? Would she be able to get out?
Officer Roberts was acting as well as he could. Saving this girl and her mate would not be easy. Getting her away from the states and into a neutral country would be three times as easy. He would be discreetly fired, and stuck in a local law inforcement position for life. And he was glad for that choice. The FBI was getting to be too much for him.
Paris took a shaky breath, and braced herself for Skye's hostile take over. It didn't come. The black cloud hissed, and resumed human form. "She's escaped? An unearthly scream was released, and Skye in her true form, not the human one to fool others or the demon to scare Skye was revealed. A monstrous black cloud appeared, screeching in anger. The prey had escaped, and all they had left was Paris Gellar. Neither of the Nie cared greatly about her, but she was still a valid hostage.
Kat and Jess met at the diner. "He took Asher." Jess nodded mutely. Kat's curse was in what Asher called Trysti. Jess smiled. "Excuse me?" Kat smiled back. "Oh, it's just a lovely curse word that isn't understood on this planet. The Nie are not only on earth." Jess cornered her. "What are you, Kat? I need to know. This talk about spiritual battles is too confusing for me."
Kat smirked. "I come from a galaxy completely separate from this one. Our planet was destroyed as we served our thousand year turn as stars. I turned to the Light when I was forced here, but Skye found…Darkness. It is my duty to protect earth from her plots, and try to turn her to the Light." Jess burst out laughing. He got a shove to the ground for his humor.
Lorelai was still sitting on the couch, where her baby had been sleeping. Tears clouded in her eyes. Her baby. Her baby was gone. The tears built too high for the eyes to withhold, and they flooded her face, cascading down her cheeks. Strong masculine arms encircled her, and held her close. She couldn't stand to look up, and see who it was. She clung to the comfort she was given.
Luke held Lorelai in his arms, unmanly tears building in his own eyes. Whoever was after Rory was too strong politically for Luke to dislocate their jaw, and leave her alone. Lorelai's baby, whom he often felt was his child, was gone, and Lorelai lived for Rory. Without her—it was too much. Luke knew her better than he knew himself, and yet he still couldn't tell her how he felt.
Dinah stirred. Her mistress was trying to call her. Dinah immediately awoke, and stirred the stone around her. Was her mistress in danger? No…but she was still needed. Dinah spread her ruby wings and with a roar that was only outmatched by Asher, her brother, she burst from the mantle where she had rested in the soothing lava. With her came a volcanic explosion, on a minor scale compared to her brother's.
Her mistress had called, however softly, and Dinah would find her mistress and help her.
A/N: More confusion, I know. I'm waiting for my 5-0 before I continue. If you're confused, email me, and I'll explain. It's better than waiting.