9
John woke to the steadily beating of the man clinging to him and the muffled patter of rain through the warm wings of that covered both men. They must have spent the whole night on the floor because John's shoulder made him hiss with pain as he tried to sit up. Sherlock's eyes flickered open and the wing moved up and away from the two men, folding back against Morrisa's side.
'John, take off your shirt.' The doctor was about to question his motives but decided against it and pulled the tunic over his head, hissing again as he moved his shoulder. Once the blonds chest was bare, a hand moved across the scar which had been left in the wake of arrow shaft. The elf went to look at his friends back.
'The arrow went straight through.' John offered. The other nodded then began rubbing his thumb over it in a circular motion, easing the tension out.
'How long have you had this?' The low voice asked.
'About twelve years.' John didn't remember exactly when or where it had happened, only that it had hurt. A lot.
'I could fix it, you know.' The dark haired man said, 'Morrisa could make you stronger than any human. Let your body take on the traits of an elf.' John thought about what had been offered. The fact that they had asked instead of just going ahead, like they did with the language, showed the full force of what they were suggesting.
'I would happily become stronger, faster and more graceful. But I want to keep the scar. It's part of who I am now.' Sherlock nodded and looked at Morrisa. The dragon dipped her head and touched the palm of Johns left hand. Energy and magic coursed through his body, racing down every nerve and vein. Intense white pain flashed through him and he dropped to the floor, unconscious, the elf caught him just before he hit the ground and laid him carefully down. The dragon looked at the blond,
Mycroft is not going to like this. Sherlock chuckled and rubbed the short scales behind her ear.
Well, what can he do about it? Nothing. I suppose it's going to be a lot of getting used to, having three voices in our heads instead of two. Sherlock's voice became curious. I didn't think dragons could have more than one rider. The stories all say that the eggs only hatched when they met with the presence of their one and only rider. Morrisa chuckled.
He is part of you. Most riders didn't marry because they couldn't stand the thought of out living their counterpart. Not one asked their dragon to make their better half a rider also. Sherlock became slightly edgy and his feelings seeped through the link. Oh course you love him. You were the most cold hearted person I knew, except maybe for your brother. When you saw him about to die, what did you feel. The elf thought for a moment.
It felt like when I nearly lost you. He thought eventually. The dragon growled with approval,
Exactly. I'm a part of you and so his he. The link fell silent then the dragon spoke again, Oh, he told me when we flew here how he felt about you. Once he awakes he'll know how you feel about him. You can't keep that secret, Sherlock. You never could.