The Dragon's Companion
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Basically there are people who are creatures. They can look human but can make certain animal features of theirs appear/disappear at will to blend in with ordinary humans. There's prejudice between humans and creatures so they generally hide what they are.
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Chapter 4
"Well this is certainly a surprise," Mycroft stated, ignoring the unpleasant expression on Meliora's face.
There was a reason why she didn't like Mycroft. Actually, there were two reasons: power and knowledge. Two very dangerous things to have. And to have both? Well, it meant at least double the danger. She didn't know what he did and she certainly wasn't aware of why. In the end, it didn't matter. What concerned her was what Mycroft could do. And in some cases, what he didn't do. Like allowing Sherlock to be tortured and then having the nerve to ask for a thank you. Mrs Holmes had been far off. She didn't dislike Mycroft because Sherlock disliked Mycroft, though it certainly hadn't improved her opinion of the older dragon; she disliked him because she didn't trust him. However... Since she'd been living in London she had begun deciphering his motives. At least when it came to Sherlock. Still, she'd be cautious. There was a good reason for the phrase: Never tickle a sleeping dragon. And she would certainly know how bad an idea that could be. If it had not been for her agility and speed she would've been severely burned. "I need everything you can find on John's fiance." Sherlock had found flaws in all of John's previous girlfriends and that was really all she planned to do with Mary. However, what Mycroft would find for her would be something serious enough for them to team up.
"You've been spending an awful amount of time with Mycroft," Sherlock commented one evening as they lay cuddled together for a short nap.
The black-haired woman scoffed and muttered, "Absolutely torturous that is."
"Hm," the dragon hummed, "and yet you go quite willingly. And dare I say, he's actually attempted to time your interactions so I wouldn't notice them. As if his method of masking his scent wasn't completely obvious." He pauses for a moment before asking, "What is it you two could possibly be hiding?"
"Your surprise birthday party."
He snorts, "Dull. And you're a terrible liar."
"He's helping me plan a prank," she told him. For the record she was not a terrible liar. She was just purposely picking terrible lies.
"He's gone through too much trouble for a simple prank even if he were so inclined to do one at all."
"The world is ending. He told me I'm the only one who can save it."
"Try again."
"The government is currently running an experiment that could result in zombies and thus the Apocalypse so he's asking my opinion on what I want in my room in the underground safe house he's building."
This one made Sherlock pause, frowning.
She grins, knowing he can't see her face. "He's currently composing a list of who should get priority to be allowed to live there."
"Hmm, keep your secrets then," he told her, not wanting to admit he was unsure about the possibility of the last excuse she'd given him. Although, there was still a high probability it was a lie because if it was true she would not have hid such information.
Mary Morstan was a stillborn child. The true identity of the woman was unknown though one had to wonder about her history as Mary's past went back to the day John had moved in and agreed to work with Sherlock. There was also the fact that Mary had moved to London a week before Moriarty got himself arrested and had met John a month after Sherlock faked his death.
Mycroft didn't believe in coincidences like this and neither did Meliora. The thought that John's fiance could have a connection to Moriarty didn't set right with either of them. But everything was still circumstantial. They needed more information.
The marriage between John and Mary wasn't legalized. Mycroft ensured this after Mary's hidden weapons were found. It really wasn't looking good for the woman when someone had attempted to murder one of John's invited guests to the wedding.
Meliora hated wearing a dress. More than that she hated wearing a dress for this ludicrous wedding. It wasn't even real! Not the mention the fact the whole experience was crushing Sherlock's heart. She'd seen his expression fall when he noticed the maid of honor he'd been paired with earlier had found a guy to take home and had swept in to cheer him up by asking him for a dance. For a moment he'd been okay. Until he noticed John and that liar, Mary. The wolf had then secreted him out of the building. There was no need to rush back to the flat. On nights like these she understood his need to glide through the air though since he was unable to spread his wings in such a populated area they had to settle for running through the streets of London for their one on one game of cops and robbers. For a couple hours the world didn't matter and the black-haired woman was glad to be able to take her Dray's mind off his troubles for a while.
Mary would be watched and kept away from Sherlock. Unfortunately, neither Mycroft or Meliora knew someone else had been looking into the past of one Mary Morstan.
This was mostly me skimming through the Sign of Three because I couldn't wait to start His Last Vow. So be prepared for John's reaction to Sherlock being in a relationship (cuz how could I NOT write that scene). Sherlock also realizes something unexpected has happened during the fake relationship with Janine.