10

Everything was brighter, louder and more finely tuned before. John felt different, like his mind had been put in another body.

Morning, Sherlock's voice rang clearly through the blonds head but it was accompanied by something else. It took John a moment to realise that it was emotion, happiness and slight anxiety to be precise. The doctor found that his mind was now somehow connected to not only Sherlock's but to Morrisa's too, as the dragon gave her own morning welcome.

Uh, what happened? John's head felt fuzzy, as if it was still warming up.

You passed out. All dragon riders do it when they first connect with their dragon. You've been out slightly longer than most. It was probably because you had more than one creature to connect to. The conversation that Sherlock and Morrisa had the night before pushed through the mental barrier before the taller male could stop them.

Morrisa! His voice hissed, knowing full well it had been her that engineered the little plan. What ever the elf had been about to do was abruptly destroyed when he found himself flying to the bed. A pair of lips crushed against his own and his body moved by it's self before his mind could catch up to what he was doing. After they broke away, John rolled off the other.

'I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me-' His voice turned into one of surprise as he was tackled to the floor.

'I know exactly what 'came over you' and now it's my turn.' He smiled filthily as John blushed from the obvious innuendo then straddled the doctors hips.

Morrisa had decided to leave for a hunt while her boys got acquainted again. She could still feel the men through the link but it was fainter the further away she got. Though she loved both men a great deal, there were some aspects of their lives that she didn't need to know about. A different voice entered her mind, she hadn't realised she had flown far enough to be contacted by the elves in Orison.

Morrisa, I would be delighted if you would be so kind as to meet me. There are some things I would like to discuss with you. The dragon sighed and made the descent, landing in front of the hall. As she landed, the heavens burst into a torrential downpour, from somewhere in the back of her mind, Morrisa felt the smugness flooding from her dark haired elf. She couldn't help but chuckle as she stood before the hall.

The doors opened wide to allow her to enter and Mycroft sat in the same room has he had before.

'Thank you for taking the time to see me, Morrisa.' His voice was politically polite.

What do you want, Mycroft? The dragon asked, in a bored voice she had learned from Sherlock.

'I would like to know what is happening with that human and why my brother hasn't returned yet. These retreats of his don't usually last more than a day, two a most, and yet we are stretching into the forth now.' He gave her a pointed look and she sighed dramatically.

If you must know, John isn't entirely human and he's even less than he was before now. Mycroft's eye's widened,

'But that's impossible.' He all but exclaimed. Morrisa smiled, showing her many pointed teeth.

Clearly not. The elf thought for a moment.

'Where are they now, if I may be so bold?' The dragon knew he would ask this, he always did, this time she happily sent the pictures of how she left them. The elf blushed brightly and coughed,

'Ah, I see. Well, I think you had best carry on with whatever you were doing before then.' Morrisa lowered her head in what most would see as a bow but what Mycroft knew was her way of saying that she had won and that he should do well to remember his place. With that the creature turned and left, she would pick up a deer on the way back and hopefully the men would be finished.