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( Italics=dreaming, thoughts; bold= Dragon speech, telepathy)

I promise, I'll explain how Sam knows everybody. I promise. And the explanation will be really cool. I swear.

CH.3

"Come on," he said, gesturing for me to stand. "I'm gonna have to take you back to the hub and get you checked out."

"You're gonna check me out?" I asked, "That's awful forward of you."

"That's not what I meant. Although…" he said, his eyes roving up and down my manly physique. God, that sounds weird. Captain Jack winced as he heard a voice squawk indignantly in his ear and shock his head as if clearing it. "Anyway. You seem to be giving off an enormous amount of some unknown energy, and I want my doctor to examine you."

"Who's your doctor?" I asked, staying where I was.

"The Doctor," Captain Jack said, turning to go. He took a few steps, obviously expecting me to follow. Silly man.

"Going somewhere?" I asked, leaning against a nearby post.

"I already told you! I'm taking you to the Hub so-" Captain Jack started.

"Yeah, I got all that," I said, waving his indignation away with a wave of my hand. I meant that floating creepy dude with the horn in the middle of his forehead. Aren't you supposed to vanquish it or something?"

I pointed to a spot some ten feet above his head, where a rounded, nasty looking beige mass, with said horn hovered, leering down upon us. Captain Jack jumped back, startled, just in time to avoid a wave of purple acid that poured from the creature's mouth.

"What the hell is that?" he demanded, pulling out his gun again and taking aim.

"I don't think that's gonna do you much good," I said, reaching out grasping him by the back of his coat just in time to pull him out of the way of yet another stream of acid. I deposited him behind the pole I was leaning against and moved forward, acting purely on instinct. "Stay. Good Captain."

Get the sword! Draconus advised, taking off from his perch on my shouldr to flit around the creature, distracting it.

"What sword?" I demanded, hopping to my left to avoid a spray of acid.

The sword, dummy! The Sword of Dragons! Draconus ordered, rolling to get behind the creature.

"Oh. That sword. Of course," I said, picturing said weapon in my mind. "And don't call me dummy."

"Who the hell are you talking to?" Captain Jack demanded. "And what's all this talk about a-"

His question was answered when the ornate blade sprung into being in my left hand, gleaming dangerously and ready for battle.

The creature released an earpiercing shriek at the sight of the blade, and hopped to his (her? Its?) right just in time to avoid Draconus' scraping claws.

I'll call you dummy if I want to call you dummy, dummy. Now kill this wretched creature before it kills us! Draconus ordered, opening his jaws to let loose with a small and pointless tongue of fire.

The creature hopped backwards, away from the sudden heat, and then hopped to the left, in an attempt to get on my blindside. I swung my sword, notting even bothering to aim properly, and was surprised when it sliced easily through the creature's flesh, cutting it in two.

"Okay, then," I said, surprised. The two halves of the creature dropped to the ground, splashing purple goo all over the sides of the alleyway, and narrowly missing the tips of my boots. "That's disgusting."

I studied the scene for a moment before his words sank in. Spinning back towards him, I said, "What was that you were saying about the Doctor?"