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"Who are you?" Jorik glanced around quickly. He stood on the top of a hill looking down at green fields, people wandered below him. It was peaceful here. He was pretty sure he had been here with his other dreams, but this time it seemed so different without the fog.

"Jorik of Helgen, son of Aden," Jorik answered slowly. The people wandering stopped and stared at him, some shaking their head, others chanting no. "My title is Dovahkiin, dragonborn." He tried again.

"Your title? No, its who you are. You are dragonborn, with the blood and soul of a dragon," the voice answered softly.

"I know, I have accepted it," Jorik said, he stared at the land in confusion, not sure where this conversation was going. "Where am I?"

"Where your final battle will be, where you will have to kill my son," Akatosh stated as he walked up behind Joik. Jorik glanced at him and then watched the sky for a moment. He could see Uldiun flying but doing nothing.

"Sovngarde, that's where I am," Jorik whispered, a shiver of dread swept through him. He had to die to beat Aldiun.

"Yes it has been where I took you ever time, Shor's lands. The only place where I can communicate with you," the god of time stated. "Your time is coming to fight my son are you ready?"

"Yes, but I need to help a friend first before facing your son," Jorik answered.

"And that is why I am here. Leave the Companions alone, don't help them anymore than you have," Akatosh said sternly.

"No. That is one thing I cannot do. Kodlak wishes a cure before he dies and his eyes tells me that will be soon. I will get him his cure, he deserves to be in these lands, not with the deadra," Jorik told him, he prayed the high god would understand. This was one being he didn't want upset with him.

"Loyalty, its been one of your better qualities, and one of your worst. Be careful, things will happen now that I will not be there to aide your through. You will have to work through them yourself."

"Akatosh did you speak with the other dragonborns as you do with me?" Jorik asked, this was one question that bothered him the most. Through all his readings he never came across any telling of a dragonborn being so closely knitted with the gods.

Jorik turned when silence only met him, he watched and waited for his answer. He wasn't sure if he was going to get an answer.

"No." was the only answer he received.

"Then why me?"

"When you fight my son, or if you fight my son and win, then ask. You'll find your answer here in this land," The god answered before disappearing. Jorik stared out at the land with a sigh as it started fading.

Slowly Jorik opened his eyes, stars met his eyes. He knew he hadn't been sleeping long, but he felt rejuvenated. He smiled softly as he saw Argis by the fire. Just seeing his husband made him feel safe, things had changed over the year for them. They had a relationship now, but neither of them said that one word. He wasn't sure if that word was needed. Once a long time ago, he thought it was needed, now, he didn't.

"What are doing awake?" Argis asked when he felt Jorik's eyes on him.

"Akatosh decided to visit me," Jorik answered with a slight smile and watched his husband's eyes widened as it did whenever he told him one of the gods visited him in his dreams.

"You know, I am starting to get use to gods visiting you. So what did he have to say this time?" Argis asked with a shake of his head.

"Too much and not enough," Jorik answered obliquely. How do you tell your husband that you have to die to fight Uldiun? How do you tell your husband that your time is short with him? He didn't know the answer to these questions. He chest hurt just thinking about leaving Argis.

Argis moved over to Jorik quickly when he saw sad and despair. "Jorik?" he called softly, laying a hand on his cheek. "Whatever it is, we'll work through it together," he said trying to reassure his husband.

"Not this time. My fight takes me to Sovngarde," Argis felt a thrill of fear rush through him at these words.

"You mean…" he could say it, he didn't even want to think of it.

"Yeah, there is only one way to get to Sovngarde," Jorik whispered.

"…" words wouldn't come to him, he leaned his head against Jorik's shoulder, hiding the tears that pricked his eyes. He kept his breath's even, when he wanted to shout at the sky at the unfairness of it all. "When do you fight him?" Argis finally asked when he was under control.

"Not until I am finished helping Kodlak. He wants to go to Sovngarde, but he can't until…" Jorik answered once his own emotions were under control.

"Ah, the secret that you can't tell me," Argis chuckled lightly, he already knew what the secret was, Jorik wasn't quite when he slept. You found out a lot of things that way.

"You know…" Jorik growled, scowling darkly at his husband.

"Kind of hard not to, did you forget that you talk in your sleep?" Argis said, trying to keep a straight face as Jorik started blushing. "So is that all Akatosh had to say?"

"He doesn't want me to help the Companions, but I told them that I have to," Jorik told him and watched Argis shake his head in disbelief.

"You are the only person I know who would say no to a god, I don't know whether it is bravery or stupidity," Argis muttered.

"On that account we should head back, I need to help Kodlak," Jorik stated and started packing up there stuff.

"Please tell me that is all you and the god's talked out," Argis muttered as he put out the fire.

"I am not talking about the rest, so leave it be Argis," Jorik warned.

"Please tell me I don't have to watch the sky because there is a chance the both of us will be struck down by lightening," Argis muttered glaring at his husband.

"No, no… that won't be happening," Jorik laughed shaking his head at Argis' imagination.

~ooooooooooooooooo~

Kodlak sat still, anger burning through him as he listened to Skjor's words. He was going to offer the beast blood to Jorik. They wanted him to be part of the circle. "No!" Kodlak stated coldly.

His dream… that dream… nightmare, it wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare and it couldn't come to fruition. No he couldn't, wouldn't allow this. There was no way in Oblivion.

"This is your final word?" Skjor asked, anger burning bright in his eyes.

"Yes. Jorik is to never have the beast blood." Kodlak stated firmly. "Skjor promise me you won't do it."

"No." Skjor stated and stormed out of the room.

~oooooooooooooooo~

Jorik grinned as he walked through the doors of Jorrvaskr. He wondered what their reaction would be seeing him. He knew there might odd behavior, but it wouldn't bother him. What happened before he left would be strange for them, he understood this.

"Jorik, you look better now," Farkas yelled out from across the room.

"I bet," Jorik chuckled. "Where's Kodlak?"

"Actually Skjor was looking for you," Farkas said and walked out the back.

Jorik walked down the stairs where he knew Kodlak would be. "Good, there you are," Skjor said as he stepped through the doors at the bottom of the steps.

"Something you wanted?" Jorik asked.

"It seems your time has come. This should have been done months ago, but we couldn't until you've proven yourself," Skjor explained.

"My time has come for what?" Jorik asked.

"Meet me beneath the Skyforge after dark, we'll speak more then," Skjor ordered and headed back up the stairs.

Jorik watched him leave, confusion had his shaking his head. He mind as well get his information from Kodlak since Skjor wasn't giving him any.

He found Kodlak's door closed, "He doesn't want to be bothered, something has upset him greatly," Vilkas said from behind him.

"What happened?" Jorik asked.

"Not sure. Him and Skjor were talking and then he wanted to be left alone after that," Vilkas answered and then took a deep breath preparing himself to answer the one question that had bothered him the most. "What are you?"

"You're asking because of earlier? To answer, I am Dovahkiin, with the souls of many dragons within in me," Jorik said softly. "You have the wolf as your beast, I have the dragons as mine. You can shift into a wolf, but I can't shift into a dragon, though what happens is just as dangerous."

Vilkas nodded his head slowly. He believed that those dragonsouls were just as dangerous of not more dangerous than his wolf. But one thing he noticed, Jorik had better control over what was happening to him than he ever had over his wolf.

"Maybe you can tell me what Skjor wants. He said to meet him beneath the underforge," Jorik commented.

"Don't. You don't want to meet him," Vilkas muttered.

"Why?" Jorik asked.

"He wants you to join the circle and to do that…" Vilkas answered with a shrug.

"Is there any other way to join the circle?" Jorik asked.

"No," Vilkas shook his head and scowled at Jorik. "If you take the beast blood you'll go through the same torture we go through."

"Or maybe it won't take since…" Jorik said.

"Maybe…" Vilkas shook his head and left Jorik be. His wolf was pissed at him for not allowing someone as strong as Jorik into their pack. Vilkas forced himself not to listen to his wolf, he tried to drown out the emotions. He didn't want to see Jorik be tainted as they were.

~ooooooooooooooooooo~

Argis sat with Lydia, he was surprised Jorik wasn't home yet. It had been dark for quite a few hours and usually Jorik would have been home already. He thought of going to Jorrvaskr and see if there was a problem but held off. There was a good probability that Jorik was drinking with them and he didn't want to interrupt, it wasn't often that Jorik could relax.

"I'm heading to bed, you should get some sleep too. Jorik probably passed out or close to passed out at Jorrvaskr," Argis said.

"No, I'll stay up until he returns. Its not like to him to get drunk, you know this," Lydia stated.

"Yeah I know. If he was on a mission he would have stopped by, so I highly doubt he is in danger," Argis argued.

"Yeah I know but…" she trailed off.

"You have that feeling something's wrong too," Argis commented. He nodded once, his decision made, "I'm heading to Jorrvaskr."

He walked out of the door and faintly heard screams. He ran back in the house grabbing his good blade. "There's trouble," he said urgently and raced outside with his shield. Lydia close behind them, they ran to where the shouts were coming from.

Argis stopped dead when he saw the werewolf. He couldn't believe that the Companions had let one of their own loose. He saw Farkas, Vilkas, Alea, Skjor and Kodlak trying to stop this werewolf but it seemed they couldn't control it. Argis made the decision, if they couldn't control this werewolf then it needed to be put down.

He raced forward, Lydia on his heals. He didn't hesitate when he took the first swing towards the beasts head. The thing was fast, it moved before he could complete the swing but not its whole focus was centered on him. He didn't care, he'd went up against dragons, this couldn't be harder than that. He was the dragonborn's husband, he had seen things most people would never see.

He moved in closer, watching the creature closely, his focus sololy on this being. And yet, he could barely move fast enough from those claws. He barely got any swings of his sword in, this thing was too fast. He felt the others move in to help, to distract it.

Argis gritted his teeth as a body knocked him out of the way from a brutal swipe of the claws. He watched as half of Lydia's face split open and blood spray. He watched as she dropped to the ground her eyes wide open and the lower part of her face missing. He knew Jorik was going to be out for blood when he found out.

He stopped and a thought came to him. All of the Companions were out here except the younger one all except Jorik. He knew who this werewolf was.

Jorik.

His husband was now a werewolf gone feral.

His husband had just killed Lydia.

This wasn't his husband this was a beast lost.

Lost like when he first accepted the dragonsoul.

He knew Jorik was still in there, he prayed he was. He did the only thing he could think of that might get through to him.

"Drem yol lok Dovahkiin," Argis said, hoping he pronounced the words right.

It seemed like the world stopped. The werewolf stopped for a moment but it was enough for the other Companions to get him under control. He watched as they whisked his husband away to places unknown.

He stared at Lydia's body and then looked around. Guards, and some citizens lay dead too. His husband had done this. But had it been? No, it had been that beast who had done it and that beast had been Jorik, but not him.

He knew if Jorik hadn't become the beast this would have never happened. Even with his dragonsouls taking over he would have ran. But it seemed with this beast there was no Jorik.

His chest clenched painfully at the thought of never seeing his husband again.

~ooooooooooooooooooooo~

"Where is he?" Kodlak demanded.

"We don't know. We lost him. Vilkas and Farkas are tracking him now," Skjor answered.

"I knew this would happen. I told you not to give him the beastblood," Kodlak yelled at his old time friend.

"To be in the circle he needs to be a werewolf!" Skjor snarled. "You wanted him in the circle."

"Yes I did, but at what cost? May Akatosh forgive us," Kodlak murmured before walking into his room.

Skjor watched him in confusion, it was the first he heard Kodlak use any of the gods name since being infected.

"WHERE IS JORIK!" Argis yelled as he stepped into the basement and he seen Kodlak walking away.

"Gone son," Kodlak stopped and looked over his shoulder to answer the man.

"Then I would suggest you find him. The companions are the ones who gave the dragonborn the beast, then you better damn well find him." Argis snarled, taking a threatening step towards Kodlak.

"We have two people looking for him now," Skjor stated.

"Not good enough. You have two people looking for a man who is ruled by his dragonblood and now a beast. Now do you see the problem? He will kill them and anyone else," Argis warned them.

"Then he needs to be put down," Skjor stated.

"NO!" Kodlak snapped. "No, we can't kill JOrik we need to cure him."

"You're telling me we need to find and capture him. A man who knows how to shout? No he needs to die." Skjor warned.

"If he dies, then Uldiun wins," Argis argued. "When you find him take me to him."

"If we find him. If Farkas and Vilkas isn't dead yet," Skjor growled.

"Then you better pray to the gods that none are dead, because if Jorik dies, so does the Companions!" Argis growled and stormed out of Jorrvaskr.

Both men watched Jorik's husband storm out of their home, his threat still on the air. They both glanced at each other, and came to an understanding with that one look. Both men grabbed their weapons and headed out.