Porridge, golden syrup, and milk are the best breakfast to have on mornings like these. Rain, gloom, mist, and cold, typical summer weather here in Berk. But Temp seems to have missed all of that and has experienced the wonderful sun that we get not too all often. It is a good thing then that we took advantage of it when we had it. To be honest with you all, I'm sort of in a state of shock now. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that we would have finished dragon training by now.

I look over to Fredo. He enjoyed the lie in this morning, as did I. My father was up and gone by nine, like usual; he is a busy man after all. Fredo was laying the most unimaginable position ever as he watched television, that's right people; dragons watch television, maybe a bit more than we do. He was watching a show even more peculiar than my dad was two nights ago; it looks as though it may be a children's morning show as there are two guys throwing buckets of water over each other, and there is this poor young girl of about twenty standing in the middle of it all trying to introduce some cartoon.

I look back over to the clock. Ten, maybe I should wake Temp up soon. At this rate, she will miss most of the day. Also, I'm getting lonely with only an antisocial dragon as company. I go back to my porridge. Steam is being produced now as the water in the porridge evaporates from the heat into the cool air.

There is a bang from somewhere down Temps corridor which makes Fredo jump. He flips over and adjusts his gaze to look at the small space where the doc and Mandible should exit from. If I know him, he will be getting ready to attack his sister, or Temp. Whoever exits first, cos he doesn't particularly care.

I sigh and get up. Temp is going to want to have breakfast whatever the case, and I bet Mandible will want some fish, seeing as dragons are hungry twenty four seven. One bowl of porridge, honey, ginger, and brown sugar have been added onto the table with my steaming bowl of sugary goodness, and as I sit to continue, more bangs and crashes escape from temps room, and it is only a matter of time until...

Ah, even before I could tell you, Mandible flies down the hallway, is attacked by a well rested Fredo, and is shortly followed by a stressed out looking Temp. Her hair is a mess, and she is still dressing herself, well, finishing as she comes round the corner with only the top of her head poking out from a very woolly jumper, and one shoe on her foot (the other in Mandible's mouth). "Mandible, stop messing about, we are late", she shouts through her jumper, but as her heads pops out, there is a look of surprise on her face, "Ah".

"Morning Temp", I smile, as I throw her hairbrush over that she had left on our sofa last night, "Nice sleep".

"Surprisingly", one word said it all as she brushed her mangled hair, "I bet I look really stupid right now".

"No, no... Yes", I tell her, and she sighs with a smile on her face, "But it's okay, when I woke up, panic over took me too".

"What are we doing today then?", she asks as she slumps down in the chair next to me and digs into her porridge.

"Uh, I was hoping you had some sort of idea. You are the guest, maybe you had some touristy ideas in mind", when you have lived on an island your whole life, things do seem to get boring after a while.

She said nothing for a while. Neither did she do anything else. Her mouth was left open, the spoon full of porridge halfway up to her mouth, and her eyes didn't even blink. "Um, Bart, do you by any chance have a library here on the island?", she asked, turning to look at me.

"Uh, yeah", I said before a mouthful of porridge, "Why?".

"Maybe we could start on your dragon anatomy lesson", she said, looking at her porridge as if it was really fascinating.

"Suppose, but...".

"I need to phone my team first, or at least let them know I'm okay", she interrupted before I even had a chance to finish.

"Sure, but you need to know...", but this time, without a word, she just stood, picked up her bowl and headed to her room.

I sighed and glanced over to the television. As the door banged shut, Mandible's head popped up over the top of the sofa, and her blue eyes looked to me with confusion deeply set in them. You can only imagine what position she was lying in after seeing what Fredo managed to pull off earlier. I shook my head and smiled. "You have a strange one there Mandible", I told her, which she replied to with a smile.

Angela skipped into the Jeffersonian on the Wednesday morning. For some reason, she felt incredibly happy. Maybe it was to do with the fact that the weather was looking to be hot for the next few days, or that as she walked through the museum gardens, everything seemed perfect. The gardeners really outdid themselves sometimes, and sometimes, Ange felt as though she was one of the only members of the 'squint squad' who appreciated it.

The lights flashed automatically on as she danced through the doors of her room, and she threw herself into her spinning chair sending her across the room to her computer. One thing about having your own room, you can set it up in any way that you want, and Angela set hers up so she could have the maximum amount of fun in the morning to keep her cheer levels up all day.

Her computer beeped, and Angela hummed with it as it greeted her. Nothing could spoil her day in her opinion. As she started her morning routine of checking her emails, Angela decided to listen to some radio. She hadn't done this in a long while, maybe a week, and she was beginning to miss the radio DJ's voice.

One by one, Angela went through all the administration junk. The authentications department wanted her to scan some artefact in onto the Angelator for documentation; Egyptology needed her to help restore some hieroglyphs; and Cam had ordered a meeting for sometime next week about an upcoming court case. After all of this, she came to the most recent email. It was from Brennan. Angela was really beginning to miss her. They hadn't spoken in over a day, and Booth was probably the last to hear from her on Monday evening.

It read;

Hey Ange,

I'm having a wonderful time here in Glasgow. The weather has been excellent up until today and the team here tell me that tomorrow will be a bit better. My computer tells me that it is getting very warm at home. Please remind Booth to wear sun cream as last time we had weather like this, he burnt his nose and wouldn't stop complaining about it. I'm really missing you guys now, and I am looking forward to seeing you again. I'm sorry I didn't contact any of you yesterday; there was a breakthrough in the remains. Hope to see you soon,

Brennan

P.S Bart (the Scottish boy you took a fancy to) is going to be introducing me to a local culture that involves racing lizards tomorrow. I'll let you know how that goes.

Angela laughed. Typical Brennan to get caught up in human remains; she began to recall one time, Brennan spent a whole day down in limbo because she was flying through the remains quicker than you can say 'Dr. Temperance Brennan of the Medico Legal Lab in the Jeffersonian Institute, Washington DC'. Angela was soon aware of a presence in her doorway. She turned, to find Dr. Jack Hodgins leaning on the doorframe, holding up a pink rose.

"Don't know about you, but the gardens seem beautiful today", he smiled as he spun the rose around in his fingers.

"They look beautiful everyday", Angela corrected him, "You are just too busy to notice".

"Suppose", he said as he straightened up, "Any warnings before I read my emails?".

"Cam is calling a meeting next week about a court case coming up. Other than that, it is just going to be a normal day", she told him as she picked up some paperwork next to her computer.

"Don't forget we have to be 'interviewed'", he added, "You heard anything from Dr. B".

"Yeah, she said something 'bout sun cream and lizards", Angela smiled as she grabbed her blue coat.

"Like to know how those two are linked".

"They aren't, they were just both in her email", Ange told him as she began to make her way out of her room to begin the days errands.

"Bet I could find a link", he called after her.

"Bet you could find links for anything", she called back with a smile on her face.

Hodgins began striding over to his room. He took a dramatic breath in as he gazed around his space. Just how he left it. Everything had a place, and everything was in its place. He placed his shoulder bag down on the ground as he slumped down into his computer chair. The computer turned on with its very annoying tune. Hodgins began to think that computer manufacturers were competing to see who could invent the most irritating tune to annoy their customers with. So far, he had deduced that Brennan's computer had the most irritating tune. It was made more irritating that you could set your watch by hearing it on a normal day as she always turned it on at nine.

There was a cough, and Hodgins' gaze was directed to the doorway. Booth's presence was unmistakable, and the FBI agent took the entomologist's glance as an invitation into his room. He seemed happier to be following a routine now, rather than waking up when he wanted, not doing anything until 'n' o'clock, and thinking that everyone who phoned the house was Dr. B asking him to come out to Scotland. "So, how can I help you this morning Booth?", Hodgins asked as he read through Cam's email.

"Yeah, do you know if any of you have heard from Bones?", he asked as he sat down next to Hodgins on the examination table.

"Uh, yeah, Angela had an email this morning from her. All I got out of her was lizards and sun cream and now I'm going to work out how those two can be linked".

"Trust you", Booth said as he got back upon to his feet, "I'll just go and find Ange".

"Give it twenty minutes though Booth", he called out after the Agent, "She is picking up paperwork at the moment".

Brennan walked back into the lounge after emailing Ange, to find Bart placing some sort of contraption on Mandible's head, after already putting one on Fredo. It looked like a coat for dragons, but Brennan couldn't understand why they needed one. She had her coat under her arm and an umbrella in her hand as it didn't have a hood. "Bart, what are they wearing?", she laughed as she walked across to Mandible who wasn't very impressed with the coat.

"Night Furies are proud creatures remember. They get just as fussy as we do when we get our hair wet in the rain with their scales. I think they don't like the feeling of the water dripping on them", he replied as he finished pulling the plastic over the top of mandible's head so only the tip of her nose poked out at the end.

"So, where is this library?", she asked as she started putting her coat on over her woolly jumper.

"Uh, we have to fly to the base of the cliff and through a cave. I have to warn you...", he started to say.

"Well, let's go then", she smiled as she reached for her safety cord.

Bart sighed as he did the same and led Fredo out through the front door. He needed some encouragement with the bribe of a Fredo chocolate at the end of it. It was a really horrible day outside. The lashing rain had turned into the fine misty stuff that wets you all over, and the wind made it even worse. Brennan wouldn't be surprised if it started to thunder and lightning.

The two climbed onto their dragons, and took off into the rain. Nobody liked flying in this weather, but it was the only way to the library. We need to sort out another way in, Bart thought to himself as he led Brennan up an over the hill behind his house. When they reached the top, the ground disappeared into a drop, with the sea at the bottom. Fredo turned in the air, and the two dragons glided down the cliff face. A few metres above the choppy sea, the dragons turned into a dark and damp cave.

It was dimly lit by precariously placed lanterns along the naturally carved out chasm. Stalagmites and Stalactites gave Fredo and Mandible a challenge as they swerved to avoid crashing into them. The sound of the waves crashing at the entrance was echoed throughout, and the air was getting colder the further the ventured in.

They turned around a sharp right hand corner, and the brakes went on faster than when flying at the speed of sound. Before them, was a large wooden door. Well, not a door, a wall with a door at the bottom. There were very old engravings on the wood, and green moss emphasized some patterns more than others to make it seem even more impressive.

The dragons landed, and their riders were quick to jump off. Temperance began heading towards the door, but Bart stopped her before she entered. "Now Temp. Listen to me now okay. There is something you have to know before you enter", Bart stared deep into her eyes.

"I'm listening Bart. You have my full attention", she nodded to him.

"The book keeper here is a bit... odd. You are new, he has never seen you before, and as a warning, he will try to predict your future. Now I know that you probably don't believe in that sort of thing, but just let him do it, and then he should leave you alone. Okay?",as Bart told her this, he could that she wanted to protest.

"Fine, but I won't believe a word of it", she sounded almost like a defeated child.

"I wouldn't expect any less", Bart smiled before pushing the door open.

Fredo went first, followed by Mandible then Brennan. Inside, it was like the inside of the Jeffersonian storage. It went on forever, rows and rows of bookshelves, and the silence was rather eerie. The space was lit by large Viking chandeliers like in the grand hall, and Brennan knew that was going to be where Mandible and Fredo spent their day.

Mandible, never being in somewhere so big, stepped forward, with her eyes examining the space above her. Oblivious to what was in front of her she continued forward until she tripped over a wire. She fell flat onto her front, and as she looked up, she found that she was in the company of another human besides Brennan and Fredo.

He was an aged man. A white beard grew all the way down to the floor, and penny sized lenses sat in the frame of the glassed on the end of his nose. He was most definitely blind as his eyes were completely white. A grin grew on his face to reveal few teeth remained in his mouth, and for some reason, Mandible felt submissive to this man. "Aye Bart", the man began, with an accent different to the Scottish Brennan had grown used to over the past few days, "You have brought friends".

"Dai Jones, meet Dr. Temperance Brennan, and her dragon Mandible", Bart sighed, this man was technically his great grandfather, but he didn't like people knowing that.

"Ah, another Night Fury rider", he grinned, "Where from Bart?".

"Washington DC", Brennan answered for Bart, and Dai seemed to perk up slightly.

"American", he looked straight at Brennan, which made the hairs on the back of her neck stand, "So you are the reason behind the war".

"Oh no no", Bart jumped in, "Mandible is Kaie's daughter, and Temp is on our side. Just look".

Brennan was confused, how could a blind man look? He was blind! She started to think that it could be to do with this supposed power that this Dai had. And his accent, Brennan had settled on Welsh. But it wasn't what she was used to when hearing the Welsh anthropologists spoke to her. "Dr. Temperance Brennan of the Jeffersonian Institute in Washington DC, born Joy Keenan to Max and Ruth Keenan, thirty four years of age", Dai smiled.

"How do you know that?", she squeaked.

"Wait, there's more", Bart sighed.

"Best forensic anthropologist in the world, partnered with Special Agent Seeley Booth of the FBI, author of three books, all successful. Recently called back to our island to help with a lone Night Fury, and there she is before us. Oh and there's more, but my dear, you have one fascinating life", Dai smiled, "But now, what is that I see... I see pain and suffering, not just in your job, in your time here with us too. There is a choice to come soon, to stay, or go and do what you love ...and a birth, a most joyous birth".

"A birth?", Brennan didn't believe him, but a birth was out of the question.

"No more future my dear", Dai bowed, "Don't know what any of it means".

There was an awkward silence, and Mandible scrambled up from her place on the floor and went to hide behind Brennan. Fredo was cowering behind Bart, both of them were sensing the power radiating from Dai, and were both scared by it. "Uh Temp, shall we start our research", Bart said breaking the silence.

"Yes", she said quickly, "Let's start with anatomy of birds and lizards, then we'll see where we can go from there".

As Brennan rushed forward down an isle of book, Dai stared long at her, even though he couldn't see her. Bart watched as the smile on his face quickly disappeared. His back hunched over and he rested on his stick. For one moment, he looked no different from any other old aged pensioner. "Bamps, everything alright?", Bart asked his relative.

"Butt, she has an interesting life, but it is energy draining", he was shaking his head, "God help her".

"With what?".

"A figure in her past and future, she may deny it, but it sends fear through her veins, mine too hearing it's name".

"Which would be what?".

"Gravedigger".

A few hours later, and many anatomy books on all sorts of animals, they had hardly covered the basics. Dragons had wings like birds, and represented lizards, but produced heat like mammals, and the fire breathing was just plain old confusing. All muscle calculations came up either too much, or too little, and the bone density was incalculable. "I never thought it was going to be this intense", Bart stated as he rubbed his head for the umpteenth time in the past hour.

"We are writing the rules from scratch Bart; it is going to take a long time. This will probably take up most of your life", that really did not make Bart feel better, "Has anyone autopsied a dragon?".

"No", he was disgusted by the thought, "It would just be wrong".

"Anatomy of animals or humans was only accomplished through dissection Bart. If you want to reach your goal, it will have to be done. You will have to take samples, record extensive data, and spend hours studying various pieces of data".

"I should get a team together".

"Betha and Caley seem quite capable", Brennan suggested as she started to flick through another book.

"Suppose. But could I possibly recruit you", he smiled.

"You send me bones, and I'll do the best I can", she smiled back, before looking back to the book.

Bart sighed and looked upwards to the chandelier above him. Mandible and Fredo had fallen asleep hours ago, and were both now snoring quite loudly. They were warm up there, whilst down below, the two humans were wearing gloves and scarves to keep warm. Bart rubbed his hands together and jigged his legs about. Both of them had to move every five minutes otherwise they would freeze.

"Aye butt, what ya doing?", Dai said from nowhere.

Bart jumped whilst Brenna continued to read. Dai appeared from their left, walking a fast pace for a man reliant on a stick to keep him upright. "Temp is helping me with dragon anatomy", Bart replied.

"That is one hellova feat", he smiled as he sat down next to Brennan.

"Yes, but I'm the best in my field remember", Brennan said crudely from her book.

"In 'umans, not dragons", Dai laughed, "I thinks you should stop".

"Yeah Temp, we've been going for hours", Bart winged.

"Fine", she grumbled, she was enjoying this research, "We have plenty notes to give you a start Bart".

"Thanks Temp", Bart smiled.

The cave suddenly shook, and the vibrations went through all of them. "Aye, a good storm is what we need", Dai said as he sat back in his chair, "Will bring good weather for tomorrow".

"Will you be coming?", Brennan asked the old man.

"Nah, I'm better off down 'ere. I'd get lost up there, but thanks for asking", he smiled at her.

"She is going to be the first American in a long time", Bart stated, "Wonder what the others will make of ya".

"From what I saw, she will give your old man Bart a good fight", Dai told the boy.

"McCullough has a dragon?", Brennan was surprised, she hadn't seen him riding any dragon.

"Yeah, dad rides Mandi and Fredo's mum, Kaie", Bart answered.

"Why hasn't he been riding her then?".

"To give Bart here a go at the chief powers", Dai told her, "On every continent, you have the chief and his Night Fury, and his apprentice and his Night Fury. Bart is McCullough's apprentice, and he is having a work experience period type thing. All the other chiefs and apprentices will come tomorrow with the rest of their colony".

"Except for the North Americans", Bart added, "Oh, Temp. You are going to have to represent them".

"What? I'm not a chief or an apprentice. I'm just Dr. Brennan", from what she heard, she didn't want to be part of the North American colony.

"I see Dr. Brennan, that you will bring peace to them. In my eye, you are the chief, not that loony flying around wanting to be Night Fury chief of the world", Dai told them.

"Is that what the war is about?", Bart was shocked by that news.

"Yeah, stupid reason if you ask me. Listen 'ere Dr. Brennan, you tell the chiefs tomorrow, that if they want peace, they should support you in becoming the North American chief. If they agree you are the chief", Dai directed at Brennan.

"What about the loony? Won't he be angry?", she really didn't want to start perhaps another war.

"Yeah, he'll be pissed", Dai laughed, "But we have to wait for the eventual outcome".

Jason Jenkins walked into the Jeffersonian. He had four people to interview today, and he felt as if it was going to be hard to get answers from Agent Booth's actions yesterday. Scientists or 'squints as Agent Booth had put it were rushing all around him. There was no sign of the four he wanted to interview, but he suddenly caught a glance of Agent Booth. Booth rushed past him, but came back when he realised that it was Jason standing in the doorway. "Mr. Jenkins, the squints are just sorting out between them who is going first", Booth smiled and looked to Cam's room where there was a lot of noise escaping from, "Uh, go wait in the Holographics room and the first will be in there soon".

Booth rushed forward to Cam's room. For eggheads, they really didn't understand the concept of 'the short straw'. He had been chasing Angela down for the good first half of the morning, and then Cam sprung that she wanted a quick meeting in her room before Jason began. "Cam, Jason is in Ange's room", Booth announced as he entered, "Who is going first?".

"I suggested that Cam went first cos she is the boss", Hodgins told him.

"And I say Angela goes first because I'm the boss", Cam argued

"I think Sweets should go because he is the youngest", Angela smiled.

"It would be the most logical solution if Dr. Hodgins went first because he has the most knowledge on the matter", Sweets said standing up for himself.

Then, they all began arguing at the same time. Booth felt as if sometimes they had the maturity of toddlers. He took his fingers to his mouth and blew a loud sharp whistle. "Guys, why not just do Eni Minie Miny Mo?", Booth suggested.

"That could work", Angela smiled.

Jack

"So tell me Dr. Hodgins, what is your view on the Gormogons?", Jason started.

"I hate them with my guts", Jack said bluntly, "They were a crazy secret society which set out to destroy every other secret society by eating people's faces off. It was ludicrous if you ask me".

Angela

"Miss Montenegro, was there one moment throughout the experience that made your blood run cold?".

"Uh, quite a big one yeah", she immediately began to think of Zack, "Finding that one of your best friends is an apprentice to a psycho serial killer would turn your blood to ice too".

Lance

"Dr. Sweets, you regularly visit Dr. Addy to assess his mental condition. What is his state of mind right now in your opinion?".

"Dr. Addy follows logic. In his mind, when he joined Gormogon, he felt that his logic was irrefutable, so he followed it. It was a typical scenario of a strong personality, seeking out a weaker one. Dr. Addy's delusion, is that he isn't in one", Sweets told the man, "Everything else is under the protection of patient confidentiality".

Camille

"It has been a pleasure interviewing you Dr. Saroyan and I thank you for giving up your time. But before you go, could I ask you one more question?", Jason said as he shook her hand.

"Sure", Cam smiled.

"Is it okay if I come in on Friday evening to uh, have a photo shoot in the vault for my book?".

"Yes. There shouldn't really be much going on, so we can stay behind if you want".

"Thank you so much", Jason smiled, "I'll see you then".

AN: Guys, I need your help. If you read something in here that doesn't follow the Night Fury chief and apprentice idea, please let me know. I have gone back and adjusted some things to make it all fit, but I don't know if I covered everything. I have nothing against North America, it just made the most sense to have the evil guy coming from there as there will be more reason for him to be evil if Brennan is chief in everyone else's eye. Also, just to clarify, Dai's prediction about Brennan staying or going is the Maluku islands choice, and the pain in work is the Gravedigger trail cos I have decided that this all happens before Witch in the Wardrobe. Please, fantasise all you want about the birth and let me know what you think it will be. It will be funny to see what you guys think and who actually gets it right. The next chapter is going to be huge! Wouldn't mind some help with names for the other chiefs, and possibly colony locations. Thanks for reading, and leave a review to tell me if you are liking it or not. Lots of love, Stitch