"I don't think so. If he can only partially, wings maybe horna or slit tail. Not completely"he said as he held John's shoulder before suddenly they were in the cellar. " can only do that in the house" he said. As he prepared the shackles. There was an audible rumble of a bike before it cut out. "Fun" Sherlock grinned as Greg snuck in through the front and made his way down the stairs, gun pulled out and ready. He fired when he saw Sherlock and charged at him with a knife as he tried to fasten a gag on Sherlock so he wouldn't be able to cast any high magics. John blinked as he suddendly stood in his cellar. " amazing " the dragon whispered before the motorbike rumbled. Sherlock walked infront of him and was nearly hit by a bullet. John let out a old growl and went for the other dragon. he used his tail to hit his arm with the knife and send it flying trough the room. he stood protectively infront of Sherlock expanding his healthy wing to shield him. Greg let out and oomf as he hit the ground before growling and charging at the two. He swiped at them with his claws as he dove ro avoid Sherlock's spells. He pulled his wings around himself to stop John's attacks as he Tackled John. of corse he attacked his left side. John growled in anger and pain as he changed. he set half of the room on fire as he breathed fire. before he could unfold his wings John was already on him. he claws his sides and throwed him against a solid wall. Greg yelled out as the chains on the wall grabbed him and chained his hands above his head "let me go danm it!"he yelled in a thick Dragon accent. Sherlock frisk him and took all his weapons and grinned "looks like we have a new residence" he said as he looked at the halfling. Greg slammed his wings on the wall as he yelled and kicked the wall. "Let me go danm it!

John looked around. now was probably the best moment to escape. he wanted to be free like he was before. but he couldn't. the blond changed back into his human form his wings melted I to his back an his horns disapired. he couldn't move. not an single step. his eyes were fixed in the jelling dragon on the wall like a deer in the head lights. "Let me out god danm it!"he hollared as he looked at John "HELP!" he yelled and kicked. Sherlock turned to John and put a hand on his shoulder as he led him out of the basement and to the stairs. " you put a spell on me " John forced out. His head felt like it would explode any minute. The thought of an escape or helping the dragon started a pulsing pain in the back of his head. " you cursed me !" John cried out shocked that sherlock did this to him. Sherlock held up his hands "what part of elemental do you not understand? " he said, offended that John thought so lowly of him "if anything did it it'd be my brother. He is the one that deals with perception. " he said. He stepped away from John. "You should go back to the room. If Mycroft is involved then I don't want him near you" said flatly. John held his head in his hands and limped slowly up the stairs. he entered sherlocks room and collapsed in his bed with a loud groan. he pulled the sheets around him and tried not to whimper.
John wondered who this mycroft guy was and why he did so horrible things to him. Sherlock tossed John some pills "those should help block him out" he said and sat perched on the table as he thought. Greg continued to yell and pound the wall as he watched the figure of the elder Holmes come down to see him, his head was pounding as Mycroft used his powers against the halfling. Mycroft had a smug smile on his lips and he walked down the stairs with his umbrella in his hand. he used his power on both dragons. while John was already nearly crying into sherlocks pillows the other dragon seemed more angry then in pain. " did you really think you could fool us ?" he asked as he stood infront of the dragon with a expressionless face. John whimpered and took some of the pills. Sherlock rubbed John's back and put a cold cloth on his head to help. Greg glared at the man and swung his claws at him " let me go you bastard!" He yelled and tried to kick him in the chest. "What the hell do you want" he snarled. " watch your language my dear friend. I'm the product of a marriage " he said firmly ad swirled his umbrella to increase the pain. John howled out in pain he cruled into his lap. the cold cloth was a kind gesture but didn't help against Mycrofts magic. " what do you want here ? huh ? or can you handle another swirl " smirking evil . Greg growled at the marriage comment .he glared and tried kicking him again as he struggled against his binds "it was supposed to be a simple theft" he said and growled.

Sherlock tries one of the healing spells john showed him. Johns body shivered as the pain dissapired slowly. the blond looked slowly up at him. " it's your brother … he tortures me instead of him " John whispered in a hoarse voice. Sherlock nodded "he is cruel. I'll have to charm my room again do you won't be affected in here" he said and went about charming the walls. "It should pass soon". John lay back and watched sherlock dance around and move his hands as he charmed the walls. Sherlock turned to john when he had finished " better? " he asked, John nodded. The pain was gone but he wasnt sure if this was a good thing or not. " what will he do to him ?" He asked fearfully.

Mycroft avoided his punch and looked cold at him. " see it as lesson. you don't bite into the leg of an wizard … dog " he said with disgust ringing in his voice. Mycroft stepped closer. " I should train you as my pet and teach you some obedience" . Mycroft whiped his face on a pure white tissue and glaced at him before hitting him with his umbrella hard enough to split his lip and buries his eye. " I should kill you for this !" He said in a louder voice not quiete yelling. The metal tip of his umbrella started to glow in a icy blue before he pressed it on his chest. Crystals formed on his skin and everything grew cold. Greg grit back a yell as he was hit. His pulled back as his scales were pushed out. It always hurt when they did this but it did help as a protection. They were like A sliver and red mixture that pointed at the tip but even with his scales he felt the burning cold. He squirmed and spat embers at Mycroft, unable to breath full fire. "Piss off!"he yelled and brought his leg up and kicked the umbrella away as he glared at Mycroft with his steal blue eyes. " why do you break in ? Do you want money ? Are your searching for informations ? Or are you simply stupid ?!" He yelled and used his hand, the room tempreture dropped to complite zero. His hands formed crustal s on his scales and skin where his long fingers touched his neck.

John jumped up. " he is killing him ! " he jelled as he felt his emotions. " ice … he uses ice on him. Sherlock stop it ! Please !" He cried out and stormed to the door to help the other dragon. Greg growled "no one trusts the Holmes and you don't even need all this money" he growled as he began to shiver. Sherlock groaned and followed John. When they walked down the temperature drop gave him a headache, making him slightly dizzy. He glared at Mycroft before using a quick spell and dropping water on his head which froze quickly due to the temperature drop. Sherlock kept his focus on john and Greg as he tried to keep them both warm while keeping an eye on his brother, the ordeal quickly draining him. John nearly felt down the stairs as the pain came back. The cold made him bit on his lips as he run into the basement. " stop it !" John jelled despredly.
" and why do you need our money !" He jelled as his brother dropped water over his hand. It force and made it him unable to pull his hand back. He glaced at his younger brother and used his other to push John into the nearest wall,His wing cracking loudly causing him to howled in pain. He breathed fire which melted the ice and made him sweat slightly from exerting such energy.
Anger filled him as he faced two dragons and his younger brother. John quickly rushed to Gregs side even with his broken wing he was able to fly the few feet. Greg yelled out as Sherlock released him and he crumpled to the floor, clutching his chest "Mycroft take off the mental swirl or I'll freeze you here" he said. He turned to Greg and John " and do not ever touch John again or I will destroy this entire mannor with you in it" Sherlock said darkly. "Now, undo the swirl"he said as he used his own magic to heat the room up. " please tell me that you don't care for him " he said in a disapointed tone. " he is a dragon, a slave nothing more and the other broke in. " he said coldly. The pain in his head dissapired and John turned around and kneeled besid the other. He placed his hand on his shoulder and looked worried at his chest. John changed into his dragon form and picked him up. " he is freezing … his heart " John said and looked worried at sherlock. mycroft picked his umbrella up and shrugged " it's his punishment " he couldn't stop or heal the damage he had done anyway. John knew he had to heal him but he couldn't with the dangerous brother around. "I do not care for him, i simply do not like you touching my things" Sherlock glared " and shouldn't you be gorging yourself and denying your weight"Sherlock snapped was he went over and surrounding the two dragon's in fire to try and warm them. "Or is it the time when you get your wallet and ring up a call boy since no one would go near you willingly" he said and turned to the two dragon's and using a spell to lift them and used the levitating spell to move them to the stairs and carefully moved them up to the platform. Mycroft growled at his brother. " you are protective ? Oh sherlock caring is a weakness and the greates disatvantage !" He said chuckling and dissapired into a cloud of smoke. John hold still as he moved them into his room. He placed the other dragon on the soft bed and pulled the blankets around him. He changed into his human form and tried to warm his body. " it will be allright. Okay ?" He said softly and heated his body up and sat close beside him. His wing surrounded him like a heat blanket
. Sherlock got some herbs and made a Paste before smearing it on their wounds. He fixed John's wing and set his bed on fire. He turned to John "vit won't hurt either of you, the bed is enchanted. You'll feel the warmth though" he said and stepped out to speak to Mycroft Greg slowly started to warm up and stopped shaking. The red in his scales getting brighter before pulling back under his skin. John thanked sherlock for helping him with his wing. He stayed close to Greg in case he felt unconscious. The heat surrounded them and it felt … nice. Johns muscles relaxed and the cold dissapired. Greg opened his eye and looked at John before turning away and wrapping his wings around himself. " it's okay … sherlock won't hurt you and I'm … one of your kind. " he said quietly. " Greg ?… I'm John " he said with a warm smile. Greg growled "you're a pet. You let them tame you" he said and swatted John with his wings. John growled. " I'm not tamed to his pet. I'm here one day and I try to figgure out how to escape. I wanted to use the opportunity when you cause a small distraction but … I don't leave my kind back " John said " I want to be free like you " Greg snarled "I'm not your kind. I'm no one's kind, im not a Drak or a human"he said "you should've run. You could still get out now"he said " you are my kind. You have dragon blood in your venes. Come with me … I can fly you out and you can help me hide. " John said slowly. Greg moved and got up, putting a hand over where the ice had been. "I told you I'm not part of your kind" he said and coughed heavily. "If you're gonna run then do it. Don't wait for me" he said and stumbled out the door, going for his bike.

" he's a theif. You over reached "he said. Mycroft sat on his wodden desk. " he spit at me !" He said angrily. " what happens if he get away with this sherlock ? More will come and we will be seen as weak ! I defended myself " Sherlock looked at him "he was chained and caught. You went down meaning you initiated it. "He smirked "you were interested "he deduced. "He got passed the security, the gate, even your defense. You were interested" Mycroft grew silent. There was no point in laying. " yes. I was interested how an half blood could pass my security system on his motor bike. " he said bitterly. " I wanted to know he did it and why "
Sherlock smirked "for someone who excels in ice, you seem to be melting. Attempting to find a goldfish again? " he asked as he walked around Mycroft's frozen office, dragging a finger along the wall as he put flames under the ice. "You haven't given up on finding who completes your mark" he said.
Mycroft could only chuckle. " no one completes my mark and you know what happened to the last ' goldfish ' I think he is still in ice " he said pleased and leaned back. " there is no mate for me and there is no point in searching. But enough of that. What about you ? A dragon really ? That's unusual even for you my dear brother. " he said to mock him. Sherlock smirked " and yet you went out of you're way to see this one" he said as he turned on his heel "neither human nor Dragon, makes about as much sense as a human with a mark. "He said "I can see why you'd be interested. And yes a Dragon. If I was forced to get a pet it may as well be interesting" he said with a smirk. "Very interesting" Mycroft covered his emotions well as he spoke with his brother. Of corse he wanted to find his soul mate… even as child he always searched but he had given up hope until he saw the stange silver haired man. There was something on him … but it could never work out. " he was interesting but the ice will kill him … sooner or later " Sherlock watched Mycroft carefully " no it won't. Like I said, John is interesting. He had a healing spell. Countered your ice and worked." He said,more to ease him than anything as he went to the door and grabbed Mycroft's umbrella " he fought back. Should've been begging in fear. And he fought back against you"he looked back. At him "that's a first"he said with a smirk and walked out. " he is interesting indeed" mycroft said as he looked at the ball of ice in his hand, dripping slightly as it melted "very"

John followed him out of the room. " don't de silly " he grumbled and changed. " I can't fly properly with my wing… but I will be able to run and flap a bit. Your bike is to loud and too slow " he said and picked him up and placed him gently on his back. He remembered his promise to sherlock and felt bad … which was strange. He felt sad that he left sherlock who cared and gave him so etching to eat. He knew the wizard cared about him in a … way. He even looked after him when he was howling in pain. He played with the thought to stay but shook his head while running out of the mension. Greg ignored John and ran down before grabbing his leather jacket with his keys and bike before tearing out of the mansion. "May be loud, but she's quick " he said as he begrudgingly slowed by John to give him the chance to get on. Sherlock had gone outside to collect herbs and bark, taking off the wrapp around his mark to use as something to carry the samples. His mark showed clearly in the late day sun, the thorn and twisted metal patern that went to his shoulder from his wrist with sharp corners and spikes that contrasted the looping smooth lines. He was just grabbing the last samples when he saw John running away. He frowned dispite himself, letting his eyes lock with John's before falling to the ground as a sharp pain ripped the our him and looked away. Knowing from the beginning that John craved freedom more than anything but this hurt...was something new. John rolled his eyes and changed back ( again ). He sat on the back of his motor bike and held on his hip as they took of. He had never expected to see sherlock in the garden collecting herbs. On top of that with his bandage of. Even from the motorbike he recognised the sharp lines on his arm and he felt something pull on his heart. It couldn't be his soul mate. It was impossible … John watched him dropp on his knees and in the same moment sadness and guilt overwhelmed the dragon. He wanted to stay,to be free and to be with sherlock but that would never work. Sherlock bought him as slave even when he never treated him like one. John wished he could change things. Maybe if they had meet different he could be his true would mate or friend but there was so much between …. He tightened his grip on his hip and turned his head away. He couldn't bear the heartbreaking sight.
Mycroft watched the scene and grew worried about his brother. No one deserved such a painfull fate