A/N: Hah! I knew it wasn't going to be so light a chapter soon! ::dances:: yeah this one I've been waiting to write for the longest time now, ever since Carson got the Red Materia. He-he-he. Read on!
Chapter Six: Fly With Me
"Okay, Weir said not to blow the roof off, so, are you sure you're ready for this?" Aerith asked, popping her knuckles, nervous. She saw Carson nod and she smiled faintly, "Okay, as you don't know what is inside the sphere that will make this a little harder. I know we did random spells before but this is a summon, and therefore a lot more dangerous.
"Know, what I need you to do, is squeeze the Materia, and imagine whatever it is that you see in your head while doing so. Picture it in the living realm, where it can move and help you when needed.
"But you have to remember, do not think of it attacking anyone because it will attack who you thought of it attacking. So, calm, even breaths, and closed eyes."
Carson did as the female told him too, but found it wasn't as easy as the Cetra made it out to be. In fact, it was the opposite of easy. It was hard.
He felt something moving in his head, a fluttering feeling and he closed his eyes tighter and was sure he saw two blood red ones staring back at him.
And something was crouched down like a cat stalking its pray, wings spread wide out and a tail flicking around dangerously.
But what startled him the most was that he could feel the things power, coursing through his veins as if it was his own. And his first thoughts were those of what he could do with that power.
It was almost as if he had the sudden desire to hurt everyone that ever annoyed him, and images of said people in pain flashed through his mind.
Rodney, lying dead in a pool of blood with deep claw marks gouging his sides...
Weir, with a long sharp pole running through her heart, blood dripping slowly to the ground...
A nameless woman tied together with ropes, and sharp needles sticking into her skin...
He could do all of those now, and more. He could make everyone pay for what they had done to him no matter how trivial it had been.
But Aerith's words returned to him, and he sighed almost in defeat and focused his energy on simply bringing the creature forth from the realm in which it existed.
The nails on his fingers dug into his palms as he clenched his fists tighter then they were meant to go until he felt as if there was a sudden wild fire inside of him and his energy was drained.
He fell to his knees as a black ray as thin as a needle shot out of the orb and hit the middle of the jumper bay.
Something heavy thumped on the ground, and hollow scratches sounded as something scraped up against the metal of the ground.
He opened his eyes to stare at what ever had inhabited his mind and gasped, and nearly fainted in fear.
A large dragon stood in the middle of the room on its four claws, tail swishing about making a cracking sound every time it switched directions and wings were gently folded against its sides.
All of its scales were blacker then the night sky, and its eyes shone the colour of blood. He could see the blue veins in the massive black wings and the horns seemed to shine like polished bone did.
Aerith was frozen in fear, scared out of her wits. She knew something was in Carson's head, but something like this majestic dragon? It was all too much for her to stand.
But the Scottish doctor didn't seem to care what the thing looked like and walked towards the massive dragon and put a hand on one of its gleaming scales of its leg. He almost came up to where the front leg joined the rest of the massive dragons bulk.
Footsteps echoed in the hall, all coming in this general direction, probably wanting to know what the hell that massive power surge just was and who the hell permitted it.
The dragon used its mouth and grabbed the back of Beckett's jacket and picked the man up and put it between the joints in its wings and the male stroked the scales carefully.
"CARSON!" Aerith called from bellow, eyes wide, "Don't!"
As the people arrived in the room, the massive dragon leaped off the ground using its hind legs and spread its wings wide, there being just barely enough space for the dragon to do so and flew straight up and shattered the glass sky window as it went, seemingly not feeling the pain.
Everyone bellow on the other hand had to duck and cover themselves hoping the glass would not fall and hit them.
Everyone but Aerith but just as a shard came down to hit her; a blue shield shot up and sent the shard flying into a wall.
And she didn't move. She just stared with wide eyes at the retreating form of the dragon carrying Carson Beckett with it.
XOXOXOX
He felt the wind whip at his face as he flew, and he pressed his body closer to that of the dragon's and allowed it to fly over the water as Atlantis shrunk as they got further and further away.
And he found that flying wasn't so bad after all. It was actually quite interesting. The flapping of the Dragon's great wings sending them higher, and lower, all the while they picked up speed.
But it wasn't all so good, and he found that when the dragon's scales flexed his thighs would go numb and it was soon after, before they even reached the mainland, that they started to bleed.
But he didn't notice the blood, his gaze was captured by the vast amount of forest below him and he felt a fluttering feeling in his stomach. Confused to as to what it was, he wrapped his arms around the dragon's neck as best he could.
And it was just in time, as the dragon flattened its wings to its side and broke into a dive, spinning in a corkscrew fashion as it went. But Carson didn't feel sick. If anything, he felt like the sky was where he belonged, not on the land quickly approaching him.
And right before the dragon hit the ground, it spread its wings out and pulled up slightly as to not hurt itself and landed gently on its feet, thrashing its tail around like a lazy cat while it started to walk.
Where are we going? He thought bitterly, Why not fly?
He didn't want to admit it, but being in the air didn't have the same comforts knowing that he could jump off and have his feet safely on the ground. He let go his tight grip on the dragon and slowly began to relax.
He felt a tingling sensation at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite place what it was. Shaking his thoughts off the subject, he began to look around at the surrounding area with little amusement.
For the most part, it appeared to be a forest, with many trees and few animals. But then again they might be scared of the dragon, as his head was easily as tall as some trees, and a tail that would crush several creatures at once.
Brushing the tips of his fingers of something in his pocket, he concentrated his energy on healing his bloodied legs. His energy levels seemed to be much higher then usual and he was a little startled, but did not comment.
He settled down slightly and watched as the forest quickly moved past the dragon that kept shifting its wings irritably before the forest suddenly died out and a large crater was. Carson blinked in confusion and put a hand on one of the dragon's scales.
What is that? He asked quietly.
That is the remains of Midgar a voice replied, a cold yet soft sound.
But there is nothing there!
Exactly, the voice said coolly, and this is what will happen if you do not stop the Crisis of the Sky.
But why me? Carson swallowed nervous, I'm not the kind of guy who does this sort of thing. That would be Major Sheppard. And you had to break me out of Atlantis just to show me this? Can't you have told me?
A soft chuckling sound filled his head, and his muscles froze in fear at the sound. After a moment, something in the back of his head told him that he wasn't just talking to anyone- he was talking to the dragon itself.
Very good, the voice said, and as for your questions? You are the chosen one, because the Planet thinks you can do it. As for the break out, that's just my style. It would be worse if I blew up the roof with an attack. And for telling you? You wouldn't believe me.
You don't know that, Carson thought dryly.
But I do, for, I am a part of you now, the dragon hopped into the crater and started to poke around, I will come whenever you call me, master.
Will you take me back then?
No.
I thought as much. So how will I get home?
You'll find out soon enough. Now help me look for a small black rock with a crack and red inside. You're human eyes are better for such trivial stuff.
Carson snorted, highly insulted, but slid of the dragons back and looked around a small section of the large crater. He didn't know how he was expected to find the stone, as if it truly was here, it could take years to find such a thing.
But the dragon was big, and he didn't want to anger him.
Oh do you have a name? I think "Hey Dragon" is sort of rude.
Yes I have a name, and you may call me by it.
Well, what is it?
My name is...
XOXOXOX
"What on Earth was that?" McKay's voice cut in, as the last of the glass fell to the ground.
"That was what possessed him when he was mad," Aerith replied, carefully stepping over glass to reach him, her eyes still wide from shock, "And I showed him how to release it. I was so stupid!"
"It's not your fault Aerith," Teyla said, putting a hand on the Cetra's shoulder, "You didn't know."
"I was hoping it was something simple to control," the dark haired Cetra gulped, "Like Shiva or Ifrit even... but not that."
"What was that?" McKay asked, looking at the damage, "And I'm not going to clean this up."
"Of course not," Sheppard snorted, "Not you. But yeah, I agree with McKay, what was that thing?"
"One of the three most evil summons of all time," Aerith sighed, "and probably one of the worst to have stuck in your head."
"You mean... That thing was actually in his head?" Ford asked, shifting nervous.
"Yeah," the Cetra closed her eyes, "But this is bad. If anyone irks Carson off to a certain point, that dragon can suggest ways of killing them."
"But Beckett's a doctor!" Sheppard shook his head, "He couldn't want to hurt us!"
"That dragon is evil, and bent on killing everyone for being imprisoned in the sphere in the first place," the pink clothed woman snapped, "And if it finds its brothers- lets just say it won't be pretty."
"Brothers?" McKay gulped with wide eyes, "You mean... there is more then one?"
"She said three," Ford pointed out.
"Maybe we should take this to Dr. Weir," Sheppard sighed.
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"So he has a very dangerous thing in his mind that might be the death of us all?" Weir asked, her 'leader' face on.
"Yes, ma'am," Aerith nodded, "And my bet is it's out to free it's brothers. If nothing else, the three brothers are loyal to each other believing they all deserve equal chance at freedom."
"So the same thing happened to them all and they want revenge?" Sheppard asked.
"Pretty much," Aerith sighed.
"Do they all look the same?" McKay asked, "I mean... Are they all big evil black dragons?"
"No," Aerith said, McKay sighed in relief, "Only one of them is a big evil black dragon," McKay froze, "the others are red and green I think."
"Does this black one have a name?" Teyla questioned.
"Bahamut."
A/N: Yay that was so cool. 8) I'm a huge Bahamut fan so it's been my desire to write something about him. And how's that?
The Bahamut brothers want revenge. Throw in a traitor (only he/she don't know it), Sephiroth, The Crisis of the Sky, and some Angry Wraith and what do you get?
You get one hell of a problem. And what will happen to poor Carson? ='( Read on to find out, I'm afraid this will be the only update for today. Seph kicking me off and all. XD
-Cailean
