John would never admit that but he really missed an adrenalin rush. " you have chosen the wrong dragon. I'm useless and not … I can't help you with your magic and I can hardly protect myself. " John said slowly and looked up from his food. The dragon looked sadly at the tall man with the icy eyes. " why are you so kind ? … you offer me your bed and that thing that keeps me going. " he said with a forced smile. " you offer me so much no one ever did something like that besides … he expects something in return. I'm your property you bought me. So … what exactly is my duty to work of my depts … or what ever this is. " he said fearfull and bit his lip. His right wing fluttered a bit as he pulled it closer against his back. He was sure catching criminals wasnt the only hung and the next best was to be a test subject. Sherlock shrugged " it'll piss my brother off. Besides I have found a new case. The man is elusive, dangerous, impossible to catch and interesting"he said and tossed him a file "one Gregory Lestrade" he said and showed him the photo of the man. Obviously well built and strong, wearing a leather coat and trousers as he lent agaiqhis bike with a cigarette between his lips. " that's him. He's targeting wealthy families. "He said. "I intend to capture him." John found his answer extremely short and meaningless. He frowned and looked trough the file. " and … what's so bad on him ?… he doesn't hurt them just taking stuff. Only humans … " he mumbled and looked at his picture. He was really well build and much taller then John was. " he looks like an gang member …" " true but he's wanted by many and he is notorious for avoiding the law. My sorces yell me he has half Dragon blood" he said as he went through the file " hopefully he'll be as idiot as the usual."he said.
" they will put him in chains or kill him " John said quietly and placed the file back down. He didnt felt comfortable with the idea of hunting one of his own kind down and do these horrible things didnt felt comfortable with the idea of hunting one of his own kind down and do these horrible things to him. " when do we leave and track him down ?" He asked quietly tugging on his bandage. Which reached from his wrist up to his shoulder hiding his strange mark complitely . "He's half human so I don't know what they would do. I'll try and lure him here" he said and pinned the photo to the wall " so the game begins" he said. John nodded slowly and ate his meal while watching sherlock building a net of informations on the wall. He flexed his wings a bit but the pain became quickly too much and he had to stop. It was a pulsing pain which traveled trough his wing. The bulett wound had damaged his mark and made it impossible to track his dragon mate down like healthy dragons could.
Sherlock looked at him and set his hand on John's shoulder "here. Now try" he said and used his skills to repress the pain that would usually scorch through John. He spread his fingers along the wing and admired it carefully. He was mindful of the mark as he let John stretch. He put his coat under John's wing to help keep it up, showing the bandages that coppied John's and went up to his shoulder. "Is that any better? " he asked and looked at john. Carefully helping him. At first John was completely stiff as Sherlock touched his shoulder and wings. He never allowed people to simply touch them but his hands were gentle and he could feel the magic spreading trough his body. the pain dissapired slowly and John could expand his huge brown/ golden wings.
" much better thank you " he said with a bright smile and turned towards him. for the first time John looked at his bandage which covered his entire arm. he wondered what was under it. the dragon was sure Sherlock hide a scar or a wound. not his overly sized mark. because humans didn't had such things. Sherlock nodded "good. If you will be helping me I want you in the best condition possible"he said and wrote down what happened "you will be using this journal. Jot down the spell or charm and the affect they have"he said and caught John's stare. He cleared his throat as he stood. He pulled a sheet around himself as he walked around " I would ask you not to stare" he said as he moved around the room quickly to find a long sleeved shirt. He grabbed a purple silk shirt and pulled it on. John held the journal in his hand and looked quickly away. " I'm sorry … Ididnt want to stare " he said quietly he wasnt exactly sure what to write in this small book because he was only a dragon. He couldn't use spells. He could fly and breath fire and that was all. But still he would write the ones down he knew. Plants with magic and old charms he couldn't use. When he was done sherlock came back dressed in a purple shirt. Sherlock sat on the bed and tossled his hair as made vine crawl along the bed posts and curtain the bed as he layed back on the headboard and tossed a ball of ice in the air before melting it before freezing it again, going in that cycle as he tried to stay entertained. " by my calculations our target shall try and take rhe premises by midnight"he said as he moved the vines. " be prepared for him to fight back" he said. John watched him curiously before handing him the small journal over. " don't practise these spells. They are dangerous and can be used as wappon. The plants are save to use. But … be carefull with the spells they are old and only dragons can use them. I have no magical power beside healing … so " he said with a shrugg. " I'll change and stay by your side in case he starts an attack " he said in a low grumble. Sherlock looked at the spells and couldn't resist trying one. It ended up blowing out then roof and wall " fascinating" he said before the walls fixed themselves. He smiled widely and put the book on the shelf by his bed " just make sure you're able to move easily as I'm sure you can guess, this man will be tough to catch" he said as he sat up and looked to the Dragon . John frowned as the spell riped half of the house apart. " you never listen " he grumbled and changed. He expanded his wings before laying down and curling I to a ball beside the bed. He was tired and there was plenty enough time for a nap while sherlock practised some saver spells. The dragon had no interest in fighting against the other,maybe he could escape with him. Sherlock used a quick charm and moved John onto his large bed, resting his books on John's back as he took rubbings of johns scales and use John like a table. He used a few complex spells to animate a marionette. John cried out as his heavy body was lifted on the bed. He let out a growl and sattle s down with out an other word and let sherlock place books on his large back. His long tail moved lazily on the bed. He watched the marionette dance on the bed and smiled lightly. Sherlock concentrated and flicked his wrist and the doll was turned to a toy Dragon. Sherlock put it by John as he wrote down the spell and results. He bit on a pencil as he tried to work out how the Dragon's spells worked. He tapped his fingers on John's back as he thought, tracing the scales slowly. He wrote down there textures and feel as he traces them. John closed his eyes as sherlock stroked over his scales. He let out a pleased huff and stood up and walked closer to him and lay around his tall slim body. His tail sour round him and his wings stroked his back gently. " it's old valerian … the mother language of the dragons. " he explained and looked at his notes. " this one is for a healing ceremony … that one is to throw a fireball which you will not do in the house and the other … I don't know what he does or how it works. It comes from an old tale. " he explained and nudged his hand with his warm nose and huffed a small smoke cloud at him. " your mouth is blue from the ink " he said chuckling. Sherlock smiled and put a hand on his snout as he looked at the book "it's beautiful writing"he said and traced the letters. "Perhaps we can try and use that spell one time" he said and rubbed his head. He traced John's horns slowly before looking at his wings "you're quite large in proportion" he said and lent back on John. " maybe … but I would rather forget it. I don't have a good feeling with these spell " he said quietly. His compliment would make him blush in his human form but he could hide it very well under his scales. He let out an deep rumbling sound as he touched his brown horns. It was nice to have him close and feel his weight against him. " I'm larg enough to fight against others and small enough to fly " he said proudly. He was the perfect size in his eyes. Sherlock nodded in understanding as he tried to find similar lettering "you could teach me it some time" he said. He smiled as he heard the pride in John's voice "best of both it seems.I would like to see you fly sometime. It would be useful data should I have to fix you up later on"he said and traced the skin on his wings "amazing" he said. "You are actually the first Dragon born I've seen up close" he said and made more notes on John's physique. " it will take a while till I'm strong enough to fly but when it save I'll take you with me. You just have to hold on tight " he teased. " I hope you don't have to fix me up to often " he said quietly and stretched his wing to give sherlock an better look at it. He flexed his muscles and let sherlock feel how his body worked. " really? That'd be...amazing" he said with a grin. He poked and prodded at John's muscles as he measured John's wingspan and claw length before measuring his teeth and scales. He wrote down all his findings in a book that he dedicated to John and any Dragon information he found. " why do you need all this measures ?" He asked as sherlock measured his large, sharp teeth and frowned over to the wizard. The dragon looked curiously at the book and his writing. "Because If I'm going to have you around I want to know all about you" he said with a grin. "It's getting late. He will come soon"he said as he looked out the window with a bright grin " can he change ? " John asked slowly and stood up to stretch his legs and every single claw. ..." Why are you so exited ?" He asked curiously and jumped of the bed ready to face the other half blood