I will start writing in Dragon's POV this chapter, guys! I hope this goes well and please review. And I'm sorry that I never updated in a while.

Dragon's POV

"DRAGONWING!" Gobber screamed at me moments before dawn. "TIME TO FEED JET, BOY!" I groaned as I rolled over to possibly get a few more minutes of sleep, but to be interrupted by Gobber picking me up and dropping me on the floor.

"Ouch!" I yelled at the wooden floor that my face was pressed to. I looked up at Gobber and saw he was busting out with laughter, so I frowned. I shoved out my adoptive father and quickly changed into a different pair of clothes beforewent to feed my Zippleback some breakfast.

"Hey, boy," I said, smiling, as I approached the large two headed dragon. "How were you last night?" The head that Roby would usually ride on if she was with me nudged me and I almost fell to the ground. I laughed and stroked his head. I wonder how Roby's doing, I thought as I hauled baskets of fish from the back door. I was thinking about Roby a lot lately. I always thought it was strange about how she and Rebecca managed to land in our little corner of nowhere. My mind wandered to the first time I saw Roby. Her black glasses were askew on her face from the attack from Sarafine, her new, but my old, Terrible Terror.

I heaved the fish in front of the dragons and they dug in. I sat down and watched them gorged themselves while my mind wandered some more. When Roby had left for the first time when she was fourteen and I was fifteen and a half, I was so lonely. All I had was Jet, but Jet had always been there for me ever since we allied with the dragons. I thought about when Alvin the Treacherous had kidnapped her and Rebecca smashed him over the head. I chuckled at the thought. I was so worried about my girl… I had immediately pinned the blame on Hiccup. I didn't- don't want anything happening to her. She was the only person who would pay me any attention besides Gobber and Rebecca, unless Rebecca's boyfriend, Hiccup was with them.

Hiccup, the heir to the throne on the isle of Berk. I've always envied his power since a few years ago when he actually came to power. He was popular, he was known, and he had Astrid. That was years ago, when I was still hurting and wanting for someone in my life.

Jet's heads nudged me and I smiled at them. I decided I needed to clear my head. I climbed on my favourite head and squeezed my knees together. Jet took off with a leap and I began to think about the clouds swirling around me and the sun rising off to the east.

Roby's POV

I woke up to the screech of my little dragon and snapped open my eyes to meet river blue eyes, instead of the soft brown I was hoping for that belonged to Dragon. I suddenly became all too aware of what was touching my body and notice that Rebecca and I must have thought we were each other's boyfriend, so we wrapped each other's arms around the other. I made a face that clearly said, "What in the actual hell." Rebecca found that funny, so she burst into laughter and rolled away so I burst into a fit of laughter too. We started laughing like maniacs and Reagan and Robyn threw the door open. They stared at us as if we had grown eight heads. I stopped laughing and looked into my double's eyes and winked, with a smile right across my face. He looked horrified so I burst into laughter again.

"Off with yas," Rebecca said with a failed Scottish accent. "We'll be with ya' in a minute." They left silently and quickly, closing the door behind them. I was still laughing when we climbed out of bed.

"I thought you were Dragon," I said with laughter still in my voice.

Rebecca smiled a bit. "Funny."

I cocked my head to the side. "Why?"

She looked at me, still smiling. "Because I thought you were Hiccup." I grinned back at her. Makes sense for us to almost share the same thoughts. We are really close.

"I guess I have to get my clothes," I muttered as I walked out the door.

"No," I heard Rebecca say super sarcastically as I reached for the door knob to my bedroom. I got a nasty shock when I saw my completely naked double standing there. I shrieked and he screamed. I collapsed to the ground in yet again, another fit of laughter from the fright on Robyn's face as he attempted to shield himself from the rest of the residents in our tiny house.

Reagan and Rebecca both came to see what all the noise was about. I heard Rebecca chuckle a bit but I caught glimpses of Reagan's face while I was rolling on the wooden floor. His face was pale white at the shock of seeing his brother being humiliated by his double.

"Alright guys, let the poor boy get dressed." Rebecca pulled me off the ground and I frowned at her.

"Do we have to?" I pouted to help make my case.

"Robyn, would you mind passing me Roby's clothes?" Rebecca asked Robyn politely, completely ignoring me. He quickly passed her my clothes with his eyes trained on the floor in embarrassment. Rebecca put the clothing in my hands and shoved me into her room, closed the door and left me in peace. I changed from my pyjamas into the attire that Robyn chose for me.

"The boy has good taste," I muttered as I pulled on my Dauntless top that I always kept in my room. I straightened my hair and clothes before going down the stairs. I plopped down on the couch.

"Chicken?" I asked.

"Indubitably," Rebecca responded happily. I laughed and stretched out on the couch. I suddenly wished Dragon was there, although he was probably doing something important. "Not as important as being with you," he would've said.

I yowled as Robyn sat down on my legs. Rebecca and Reagan seemed unaffected by my outburst so I just glared at Robyn until he noticed that he was sitting on me.

"Sorry," he snarled when he finally seemed to notice that he was crushing my bones. "Did I hurt you?" He made sure I could see the damaged side of his face from the previous day clearly.

I lifted my chin with undefeated pride. "Not at all. You just startled me."

"Well then," he said with spite that reminded me very clearly of, well, me. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Get off me."

"Or what? You'll punch me again?"

With supernatural speed I sat up and grabbed his ear and dragged him off the couch, pulling him outside. His ear was bright red from where I grabbed it. He had a superior look on his face although I could see pain in his deep brown eyes. I slapped him and sweep-kicked his legs. He collapsed to the ground.

"Not as Dauntless as you want to be, huh?" I said as I began to circle my fallen double.

"More Dauntless than you I bet. I shot Jeanine." He was back up again and aimed a blow at my face, which I dodged at the last second.

"Yeah?" I said with gritted teeth while my fist connected with his jaw. "I threw a knife at Eric and kissed Tobias." I stopped beating him as I realized something; he must've kissed Tris. He was put through the same hell as me except in a gender swapped world if he kissed Tris. I grimaced as I imagined how much more ignorant and arrogant a male Stephanie would be. I set my throbbing hand on his shoulder.

"Robyn, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He looked me in the eye and stood straighter, just like what I would have done in his situation.

"You reacted to my arrogance. You're just like me." He grinned and kicked me in the shins.

I grinned back and spun, faster than light, so I could change into the rest of my Dauntless attire and kick him back with combat boots instead of leather shoes. He ruffled my hair and I realize that we can't go back in the house if our faces are bruised. Robyn must have realized the same thing.

"Crap cakes," he muttered. He seemed to get an idea but it didn't look like a good idea. He faced me and looked dead serious. "Okay, Roby you're going to have to listen to me. Just because I'm your double doesn't mean that the same thing that happens to you happens to me."

"What are-" I began but he kept running his mouth.

"I'm from a different dimension as you. It's not parallel though. I have died in myold reality just like you did in yours, but Reagan and I weren't visited by Q when we awoke." I looked at him questioningly. He rolled his eyes. "We were visited by the Eleventh Doctor and Regina Mills." I couldn't breathe. We got visited by a character I never heard before and my double, gets visited by a magical source and a Time Lord. I opened my mouth to say something but Robyn stopped me.

"Don't. Let me finish." I nodded. "The Doctor granted me the power you got and Regina gave me the gifts of a green-blood." It only took me two seconds to register what he was saying. My eyes widened with the alarm of him confessing that he was a dragon and he nodded.

"They told me that I could hide it but gave me a warning to tell to the sex swapped, which I'm guessing is you. The warning is: A green blood in one universe and a green blood in another. I couldn't figure it out. I hope you can Roby." He shook his head vigorously and the blood and bruises I left on him were gone. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish on land. He dragged me in silently to find the other two doubles arguing in the kitchen.

"…I thought the women did the house work," Reagan was saying. Rebecca gave him a poisonous look and I knew there would be a brawl if I didn't step in.

"You better go get that fish, boy," I snapped. I glared at him and my eyesight flashed yellow and I was taken aback. What was going on with my eyes?

The rest of my housemates bickered before Reagan left sourly. Rebecca went back to her cooking while Robyn and I played with our Terrors. Sarafine was perched on my head when I asked; "What's his name?" Robyn looked up at me as his purple dragon curled up in his lap.

"Sine." I scratched Sine's head and he growled. He looked at me with wide yellow eyes before he seemed to realize who I was and he purred and nuzzled my leg.

I looked at Robyn again. "What's the name of your girlfriend?" He looked at me confusedly, but then saw the logic to my question: Sarafine was given to me by my boyfriend, so he had to have received Sine from a girlfriend.

"Well," he drawled the word as he scratched his dragon's head. He looked back up at me as he spoke. "Boyfriend. His name is Phoenixheart Feather. He thinks its lame but I think it's adorable." I gasp. Mostly because I was ignorant enough for assuming he had a girlfriend right off the bat.

"First of all, I'm so sorry for assuming that you have a girlfriend," I said frantically.

"It's fine, Roby. You thought that because you're straight your double would be too. It's understandable." He smiled at me and I sighed with relief.

"Well, my boyfriend's name is Dragonwing Scale. Dragon for short." Robyn's smile grew wider.

"We call Phoenixheart Phoenix for short!" He held out his fist as if to fist bump, but I did what I was doing since seventh grade: shaking his fist like he offered me his hand. He laughed and at that moment Reagan walked back in, carrying stinking fish that made Sine and Sarafine chase him.

I decided against eating the chicken that my sister finally cooked and felt the urge for adventure. "Rebecca!" I called out to my smirking sister.

"What?" she asked with glee still in her voice from taunting Reagan.

"We should go somewhere!" I said with a bounce in my voice. I rose from the couch and leaned on the counter.

"But where?"

"Well I guess we can't go," I said sadly, since we had no idea where to go.

"No duh, Sherlock," she said with sarcasm laced in her voice. My head rocketed up from where I had lain it in my arms.

"Sherlock! That's where we'll go!"

"What?" said the brothers. They probably weren't used to Rebecca and me yet. Probably never would, actually.

"Sherlock, the science of deduction. And," I sauntered over to Rebecca, and put my arms around her neck. "His faithful companion, Watson." I gave her my puppy eyes until she caved. It didn't take long since she shrugged me off after a few moments and said; "Ugh, fine! We can go!" I knew she would want to go too. She high-fived my face which made me giggle. "Just stop giving me those eyes! God, they make you look like a lost puppy!" I squealed against her hand and she removed it, wiping it on her pant leg which reminded me too much of Tris.

"If anyone's wondering where we went, tell them we went on a walk or something," she said to the boys who were chuckling. She held her watch at the ready. She looked at me for confirmation to begin punching in her coordinates and I nodded enthusiastically.

She finished hitting the screen and said, "Let's go." I opened a portal, focused all my concentration on Sherlock, and hopped in.

We landed softly on the sidewalk, with trench coats swishing around us from the invisible wind that occurred when we landed in a new dimension. I examined my new outfit: a gray coat with tight black leggings that were surprisingly comfortable and black steel toed boots. I looked at my associate and noticed she was wearing the same clothing as me but with white and gray instead of gray and black.

"Huh," she said as she inspected her own apparel. "This looks really good on me." I nodded in silent agreement.

"Ready?" she asked. I nodded again. She slid on glasses that manifested from nowhere. "Let's go."

"Hey, can I-" I asked expectantly. She silenced my sentence by handing me totally black sunglasses. "Thanks." I said as I removed my dorky glasses in exchange for the new glasses. I could still see but everything was extremely blurry. I slid my older glasses into the pocket in my trench coat as Rebecca's new phone rang in her pocket. She glanced at the screen before answering; "John?"

I zoned out as she went on with her conversation. I dawdled around her in circles while she talked with John.

"Bye, John," she concluded. She tapped the iPhone's screen.

"Where to?" I asked gleefully.

"Regent Street."

"Where?" I asked, feeling very confused since I hardly knew the streets of my very own hometown, let alone London, England.

Almost eerily, a shining black car pulled up in front of us saying, "Where to, Madam?"

"Regent Street, please," Rebecca said politely to the non-existent driver.

"Of course, Madam." Rebecca never touched the wheel the whole ride to the scene. I was completely spooked. And stiff as a board from fright.

We arrived a few minutes later to a building that was surrounded with police lines. We were about to walk in when a police lady stopped us.

"And you are?" she asked in a perfect Brittish accent.

"Rebecca and Roby, we were called here." Rebecca introduced us and I felt sloppy with our Newfoundlander accents.

"Um, you can't go in there." I stepped towards her with a determined look on my face.

"Hang on sissy, I'll handle this." Rebecca ducked under the police line while I attempted coaxing the woman into letting me in too.

"Listen," I began while trying to work out a clever and believable lie. "We're from far away,'kay? We were waiting a long time to save up enough money to come and work with Sherlock Holmes. So, if you could kindly let me in, we can end this." The lady seemed to notice my accent, and I noticed I was speaking a tad fast, but I knew she understood me.

"I'm sorry, ma'am-"

"Roby," I hissed.

"I'm sorry, Roby," she said with irritation creeping into her voice. "But only specialists are permitted in crime scenes."

"Are you saying I don't look like a specialist?" I snapped.

"No, ma'am-"

I was about to yell at her about my name when I decided on just distraction her. I pretended to focus on a point a few feet away from us. I made myself look shocked. "Someone's trying to sneak in!" In the few seconds that it took her to whirl around to look for the intruder, I was gone.

I walked into a scene with Sherlock inspecting a woman who was smeared with blood and her intestines eviscerated. John and Rebecca were whispering back and forth a few feet away from the detective.

"What's going on?" I whispered to Rebecca as I approached her and John, surprisingly calm since I was in the presence of two great minds.

"Sherlock's being Sherlock," Rebecca whispered back.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Sherlock asked as he continued to inspect.

"You're being you, no matter what you do." I chuckled at Rebecca's response and ruffled my friend's hair.

"Thank you Dr. Seuss," I said mockingly. She glared at me and I made a goofy face. All of a sudden her watch started beeping again. My eyes widened at her wrist.

"Can you turn that down, I'm trying to think!" Sherlock snapped fiercely. I recoiled a bit when the watch said, "Predestination set."

Sherlock stopped investigating the dead woman and walked swiftly up to Rebecca. "How do you set a watch to a destination?" he demanded.

"Um, I- uhh…" she stammered in response.

"You can't," he muttered. John was staring with wide eyes as Sherlock held Rebecca's wrist close to his eyes. "What kind of watch is this?"

"Where are we going?" I whispered to Rebecca, feeling frightened that they might discover the truth about us.

"I don't know, I would have to look at the coordinates but I can't do that with Sherlock Holmes looking it over now can I?!" she whispered quickly. Sherlock dropped the watch the moment before the VM could began its countdown.

"Nine," it said in the computerized voice. Sherlock glanced at the watch and back to Rebecca. "What?" he asked.

"Eight." Rebecca glanced at the coordinates and whispered in my ear; "Bowring."

"What? Why?" I asked, astonished. Why on earth would the stupid machine take us back there?

"Bowring," Rebecca repeated, more sadly this time.

"Five." Rebecca stared at her watch again.

"What? Did you just skip?" she asked, seeming dumbfounded.

"No. Four." My eyes widened. I didn't think the watch would be able to understand us speaking to it.

"Um, Sherlock?" John asked his partner. "What is going on here?"

"I'm ashamed to say this John, but I don't know," Sherlock said with a great air of disappointment. They stared at us and we stared back.

"Three."

"I'm so sorry," Rebecca said sadly.

"Two."

"Me too," I added.

"One."

All that was left was three bodies in the room, one dead, two alive, and a gust of wind.