A/N: A little bit of belated Christmas fluff.

Franklin rolled over onto his back and stretched his long, serpentine body out as far as he could, from the ends of his whiskers to the tip of his tail, loudly and yawning contentedly after waking up from his mid-morning nap on top of Jenkins's desk. As he was lying there and thinking about what he wanted to do next—take another nap or have a nice snack—the Back Door glowed pale blue and the insides of the globe began to spin. Franklin, staying on his back, slowly adjusted his head so that he could see the door better. As soon as the doors opened, Jacob Stone and Ezekiel Jones stumbled through, several shopping bags in each of their hands. Jake immediately spotted Franklin, and a wide grin came to his face. He dropped the bags in his hands and rushed toward the drowsy little dragon.

"Hey! Come here, you lazy little iguana!"

Franklin squawked loudly in surprise and irritation as Jacob plucked him off of the top of Jenkins's desk where the tea dragon had been napping. He squirmed and wriggled frantically as Jake carried him over to the his own desk, where Ezekiel was waiting for them.

"Settle down there, you little grub," Jake muttered as he plopped the dragon onto his desk. He leaned over so he could meet the Franklin's gaze.

"Got a little present here for ya!" the historian said, smiling and holding up a small bag. He shook it gently. The soft, melodic jingling of bells sounded from inside, and Franklin instantly focused his attention on it, his long ears swinging forward and up eagerly. His long tail swished back and forth as he looked intently at the plain brown paper bag. He looked up at Jake and made a quiet trilling of inquiry.

"I thought that'd get your attention!" laughed Jake. He shook the bag a second time, causing the bells inside to chime again. "You want it? Huh? You want what's in the bag, buddy?" He shook the bag tantalizingly, and Franklin half-grunted, half-whined in anticipation as his rear end wriggled with mounting excitement. When he tried to reach out one tiny paw to touch the bag, Jacob chuckled again and set it down on the desk.

"You heard the man, Jones," he said, reaching into the bag and pulling out its contents. As soon as Franklin saw what the bag contained, he began to squeal excitedly and bob his head up and down on his long neck.

"Hang on to 'im, Jones, will ya?" Jake asked as he reached out to lightly grasp Franklin's head in order to hold him still. Ezekiel grabbed Franklin's body to keep the little dragon as still as possible while Stone worked on him.

"Jenkins is going to kick your ass, mate!" the Australian laughed as his friend affixed the contents of the bag to the tea dragon's head.

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Jenkins carefully poured the powered roc eggshell into the test tube of chemicals heating over a Bunsen burner and carefully watched what happened, making a few notes in a small pad. As he was writing, the Caretaker became aware of a cheerful jingling sound, gradually growing louder. He laid down his pen and leaned over slightly on his stool as he peered in the direction of the open lab door. He heard the ringing bells draw ever closer until he could clearly tell that whoever was wearing them was now inside the lab itself, but still he could see nothing or no one.

"Hello?" he called out tentatively. "Is someone there?"

There was a moment of silence, then a frenzy of jingling bells rushing in his direction.

"Cassandra?" he called again, nervously getting up from his stool. Suddenly, a small green reptile appeared over the edge of the workbench as Franklin jumped up from the floor and landed on the table, screeching with delight. Startled for moment, Jenkins gasped and jumped back from the bench, the test tube slipping from his fingers and crashing to floor at his feet, unheeded. Rather, he then gaped open-mouthed at the astonishing sight of Franklin proudly sporting a magnificent set of shiny gold reindeer antlers, each tine tipped with a tiny polished brass bell.

All Jenkins could do for several moments was to stare at the proudly preening little tea dragon. Franklin shook his head every few seconds to make the bells ring musically, then squealed and hopped around on the tabletop in delight afterward.

Jenkins finally recovered himself and slowly skirted the table to examine his little friend's new accessories, utterly astonished at the sight. It was immediately clear to the old immortal that it was one of the young Librarians who was responsible for this; most likely Ezekiel or Jacob, or both. He gently grabbed Franklin's snout to hold him still and made a quick examination of the antlers. They were made of papier-mâché and thickly coated with garish gold paint and glitter, and they were attached to the dragon's head with a small velcro strap running beneath his jaw.

Grunting and making a sour face at the boys' tomfoolery, Jenkins started to undo the fastening, but Franklin jerked away from him, shrieking angrily in protest. He trotted just out of reach of the Caretaker and gave his head another smart shake, then sat up on his haunches and literally struck a proud pose, a loud purring sound of satisfaction sounding deep in his throat. The affronted look on the tea dragon's face caused Jenkins to burst into uncharacteristically loud laughter.

"So! You like your new accoutrements, do you?" he rumbled affectionately, stretching his arm across the table to briefly scratch behind Franklin's ears before playfully swatting his rump. The tea dragon yipped loudly as if in direct answer and jumped down from the table. He pranced out the door and down the hallway, his head and tail held jauntily high, the bells jingling merrily as he went in search of Cassandra to show off his new antlers. Jenkins watched him go, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

The only thing that was going to be more amusing than Franklin wearing tiny, gaudy reindeer antlers was going to be watching Mr. Jones and Mr. Stone try to take them away from the vain little tea dragon when the Christmas season was over.