Sherlock walked to the kitchen and sat at the table as greg found a cloth and dried off champ, his fur poofing out so he looked like a fluff ball. Greg chuckled as champ tripped around, unable to see through his fur. Greg smiled as champ layed on one of the warm tea bags and licked it happily. Sherlock watched the two before clearing his thoat " your pet is very entertaining. John could you make me a cup of tea as well?" John smiled and placed a soft towel on the counter and formed a small nest. He sat the tipping pup inside and stroked his head. " it's saver for you in there " he said softly and smiled to Greg. As the blond saw sherlock his smile died." His name is champ " John corrected and turned around to make him a cup as well. With out a word he handed him the cup with his head down. He wasnt sure how to react or act around him Sherlock took the cup "thank you" he said and sipped it. He smiled and made another champ out of vines and leaves before animating it. The replica nuzzled and layed with champ who yipped at it and nuzzled back. Greg looked uneasy at the replica but didn't take it since champ seemed so happy with it " no problem " John said awkwardly and turned around and chuckled at the sight of the pup playing with the replica. Mycroft joined the group in the kitchen and frowned at the pup. " Greg… your room is finished " he said simply and looked over to sherlock. Sherlock nodded to Mycroft and slipped out of the room quickly, always feeling quezy after teleporting, and went to John's room. He made the room larger and the bed bigger so he could stretch out in either form. He made the walls earth tones and filled the wardrobe with a mix of comfortable jumpers and trousers. He left John's ownership papers on the dresser with the proper documents making John free and an official citizen. He put a wallet with some money beside it incase John went out. He lined the shelves with medical and war books with some fiction and a few of his own personal favorites. He copied Mycroft again and made the outside wall a large window with a balcony that he could walk out on should he wish. After he was done he put a lock on the inside of the door and left the key on the handle before going back to the kitchen where champ was begrudgingly getting a bath. John and greglookadafter the pup as he sat in the sink and swam in circles around. Even mycroft looked and smiled at the sight. " you should take him to the pool … he can swim properly in it " he suggested offenhandly. " I can show you the way, our mother created it in the basement. Hot springs warm the water and … it's nice. He will like it " he said and hoped he could bring them downstairs. The place was nice to relax and he hoped to show greg his other side , the warmer one.
John looked around and wondered where sherlock was. " where is he ?" He asked slowly. " he decorates your room. He insisted to do it himself " he said. " my room ?" John asked unsure. " yeah … just go too him John " John nodded and walked trough the long halls towards the small room where he stayed with Greg. Greg watched Mycroft carefully before nodding slowly " fine"" he grumbled and held champ. He hadn't been in a nice place in a while but he never thought he'd actually be invited. Normally he'd have to break in but...this was okay. Mycroft smiled and leaded him trough the house. He walked down the longs stairs and turned the fires on. Candles burned around a small lacke which came out of a huge rock under the house. It was hot and the water looked romantic between the candles and the rocks in the huge den. Greg looked around and smiled at the sight, feeling a slight pull towards Mycroft. He shook his head, no. He was a prisoner. It was probably just a scam anyway. He bit his lip, the ginger was handsome... Greg smiled and let champ paddle in the shallow end.
Mycroft offered him one of his rare smiled. " you can go in with him. I'll stay outside " he said firmly and sat down on a close rock and watched the pup. Greg sighed and bit his lip slightly "I...I can't exactly swim...so I'm not exactly fond of the water" he said embarrassed. " we'll … water ist my element. But you don't have to be afraid. " he said and walked over to him. " I can teach you if you like. I won't let my mate drown " he said teasingly and tugged his suite of his shoulders and kicked his shoes of. He walked into the warm water in his shirt and trousers holding his hand out for the other. Greg looked at Mycroft carefully as he walked into the water smoothly. "...fine" he grumbled and slowly slid into the warm water, champ paddling over and licking his arm and hands. Mycroft smiled at him and held his hand in his own. Champ ignored him and swam around Greg. " don't be afraid. It's easy just look at champ. Everybody can swim move your legs and push the water aside and then you move your legs " he said and guided him into the deeper water. Greg nodded and did as was suggested. It worked for a few moments before his wings twitched and got caught in the mess before he went under and he began flailing. Mycroft frowned and reached into the water and pulled him up by his shoulders. He pulled him against his chest and swam back. " I'm sorry …" he mumbled and held him up. Greg coughed up the water and climbed out before sitting on the side, glaring at his wings before shaking himself dry. "Hate it" hw grumbled to himself as he looked at the almost offending patches of scales that we're now an aqua colour as he took his shirt off to dry, his scars showing brightly. Mycroft stepped out and sat down beside him not brothering with his dry closes. He used an spell to dry both of them in minutes even champ who climbet out and set beside Greg was dry and fluffy. " I nearly drowned as child. I hate water as much as you do but I learned to controll it ".
Greg snorted and took back his now dry shirt and set champ on his lap " yeah. At least people didn't try and drown you"he grumbled. " did they try to drown you ?" Mycroft asked slowly and looked worried up. you aren't a disgrace " mycroft said quickly and stood up. He wasnt an ideot ! How was he supposed to know about this. The ginger man was deeply hurt by his words and turned away. His hands formed cristals on his skin as he tried to stay clam. Greg sighed and picked up champ and nuzzled him "let's go find you something to chase. How's that sound buddy"he smiled as he stood. Mycroft walked back into his office and smashed the door close turning everything into ice as he sat down on his desk.
" sherlock ?" John asked slowly and pushed the door open and stopped in his tracks. He looked trough the beautiful room with his mouth open. " you did this for me ?" He stuttered with wide eyes. He saw the books, the huge bed and … his papers. John walked slowly over to the desk and looked at them. Sherlock nodded back. He nodded slightly. He had kept Greg's side the same and merged the colours in the middle. " I did...the papers just need your signature" he said John looked at the papers and found no words for his current feeling. He closed the folder and turned around. " thank you " John said with a bright smile and crossed the room. " you have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you sherlock ! For all of this ! For everything !" He said and pulled him into a tight hug and folded his wings around him. He took his hand in his own and smiled at the tall wizard " come ! Come I want to give you something back !" He said exited and pulled him towards the balcony. Sherlock smiled and held him tightly back, feeling pride that he had made John happy. He followed John to the window with a slightly confused expression "what is it?" He questioned as he n ld John's hand tightly. " I show you my new freedom !" He said and changed into his full dragon form. " hold on tight!" He yelled before he took of. John jumped down the balcony with sherlocks hands around his neck. Before they hit the ground he expanded his huge wings and flapped away. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John tightly as he gripped his middle with his legs " this is amazing!"he yelled as he looked at the ground far below them. John chuckled in a deep rumble and fley over the near forest. " yes ! " he said and went faster and turned around so sherlock was up side down for an short moment before he turned back and fly over an large lake. His wings touched the water and splashed it against sherlock. " it's pure freedom " Sherlock laughed as his hair hung upside down while John flew. He laughed and yelled as he felt the air rushed passed him and the water splashed his legs and side "this is amazing. No wonder you crave this"he smiled brightly and he loosened his grip and sat up and looked around as he watched John's wings move strongly. John chuckled and flew over to a large mountain. He slowed down as he felt sherlock sitting straight on his back with out his hands around his neck. " it's the best thing in the world " he said and used strong winds to get higher and higher with out moving his wings. Sherlock smiled and brightly as they went higher and higher, his ears popped at the altitude change and he grinned. John landed on the mountain infront of a large den and turned around to look down. " it's beautiful isnt it ?" He said happily. Sherlock smiled and sighed happily " it's breath taking" he said and turned to face john and looked at the den "your home?" John nodded. " I grew up here. It's our … it was our family den. Come there are many magical books " John said to change the topic and stood up. The large dragon walked inside and used his breath to lighten up the cristals in the wall which absorbed his red fire and started to glow like lamps. The ground was covered in blankets and pelts. The walls decorated with herbals and dry flowers. " no one can climb up the walls only we can come here. You are the first human in these halls " John said and walked past an century old
Altar and pulled a huge book out of a large shelf behind it and placed it on the table. It was difficult with his claws but he knew how to handle fragile things.
" it's our family history. Every dragon stands here and this is our blood line. " he said and showed him his own page. His bonding mark was drawed there in detail and beside it was a large gab. " here will be your name and mark. Even if you don't want to bond with me you will be in it. " John was the last of his kind and wanted to follow his traditions. Sherlock looked around entranced " it's beautiful in here"he said ad he looked at the book and traced John's written mark delicately "where is your family? "He asked cautiously, not wanting to upset him. He looked around "I can draw it now if you would prefer"he said.
" my family is death … I'm the last one " John said sadly and turned away. " they died while I was fighting for the humans. When I was sold into slavery hunters attacked them and killed them. I lost them… I couldn't protect them " tears filled his eyes. " draw your mark and look at the books. Take what ever you need. " Sherlock hugged John tightly before taking the quill and ink before drawing his mark beside John's, making sure to keep it as detailed and neat as possible. When he finished he signed his full name under it with his signature.
William Sherlock Scott Holmes. " there. Is there anything else I have to do according to your traditions? " he asked curiously. John looked over his shoulder and shook his head. " you can't do more " normally the mate would draw his dragon form into the book but sherlock wasn't one of his kind. John nudged his shoulder gently as a small thank you. " come take a look at the spell books. I give them to you " he said slowly and looked at a dusty shelve with large books on it. Sherlock nodded and held John's hand tightly as to comfort him as they walked around the dens. " your family must have been brave to have raised someone like you" he commented. John squeezed his hand gently. " I don't know. I don't think I'm brave " he said with a slight blush. " my mother was the kindest dragon I have ever met and my father was strong and a fighter. " Sherlock smiled "you are brave. You are a product of your parents who must've raised you well" he said with a nod and kissed his head softly. He frowned as he touched the walls and felt them almost buzzing. " they raised you well too " he said awkwardly and frowned at he kissed his forehead. " what was that ?…" he asked unsure what the kiss meaned. The walls buzzed even more. Sherlock smiled and turned to the walls "remember how i told you I was a consulting detective? That's more...my freelance hobby. " he said as he walked around the den " I break curses for a living. Tell me everything you remember about what happened"
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