Yozak Gurrier sighed as he slipped unnoticed into his lover's rooms, Conrart was sitting on the edge of his bed curled up around Temmy like a sullen child. He raised an eyebrow and very carefully curled up around Conrart.

"I do not have an imaginary friend!" The brunet said indignantly.

Yozak couldn't help it, he laughed. "I know that and so does Anissina, she was just being a bitch, don't let her get to you. You know she just lives to annoy people."

"I'm well aware of the fact that Anissina lives to make the lives of anyone not female hell, but I- oh Great One – in front of the Maoh and the Great Sage, I think I'd rather do wingovers on an unharnessed dragon then face this."

Yozak blinked at the odd turn of phrase, and then sighed. "be that as it may, you might be interested in knowing that the Great Sage has identified Temer's name as being French an earth language." He continued completely ignoring Conrad's attempt at correcting his pronunciation of the French word.

Conrart snorted and flopped backwards onto the bed still clutching his stuffed animal to his chest, "that's interesting but it still doesn't change the fact that everyone who knows about Temmy and my dreams thinks I'm quietly losing my mind. Gwendal included."

Carefully Yozak lay back on the bed and gathered the other man – and the damned stuffed animal – into his arms. "I don't think you're crazy, and neither does Gwendal. Hell I've had a lot of weird dreams myself – including that one about a mountain of meat – and you've never made fun of me over it."

It had the desired effect, Conrart laughed.

"As for the Kiddo, well he's identified your stuffed friend here as a dragon breed from Earth." Yozak continued, managing to pry Temmy out of Conrad's grasp. Smiling gently down at the man, he placed the stuffed animal back onto its place of honor before gently rolling Conrad beneath him.

Conrad shoved at the man's shoulders lightly. "You forget, I've been to earth several times they don't have dragons."

Yozak leaned down gently nipped Conrart's jaw. "Oh but it does, apparently they've only just come out of hiding. In about two months on earth, the kiddo's going to go see them with his class. He's decided he wants you to go with him. Now what do you say I make you forget about dragons."

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Temeraire sighed, and shifted in his new replica of roman dragon harness. The leather and metal was stiff and uncomfortable. He felt utterly ridiculous he hadn't even been alive during any of the Roman engagements – he was fairly certain that his mother had, but that was beside the point. The harness was more like the armor worn by the roman centurions then anything he'd worn during the war with Napoleon.

He glanced around searching for someone who could take the cumbersome harness off, but couldn't seem to find anyone.

But what did he expect when the grounds opened to visitors in a week?

Oh their where boys and a few girls running about but most of them had something to do and no time for him. The few whose attention he'd manage to capture only told him to 'talk to his handler.'

He snorted after hearing that answer for the third time and sat down to wait, eventually the harness men who'd put the ridiculous thing on him had to come and take it off. He didn't feel like explaining to the boys that he had no handler. That only led to hopeful faces as they told him their individual merits. He didn't feel like explaining the fact that he would never and could never set another man in Laurence's place – for now he was content to wait – eventually he would be reunited with the man's soul and he would have his captain back even if it was in a new body with a new name.

When the announcement had first been made and the news of them being revealed to the world and the exchange programs to keep the lines strong had been announced many of the hopefuls had come to him, he was 204 years old now in the year 2009, yet unlike most of the dragons on the preserve who had been alive when he'd first flown in, he was still young, and likely to live another several hundred years.

But he would except no place in the hopefully reforming Japanese Ariel forces – he would except no captain but his own – and he didn't care if he had to fly the entire world sticking his head into windows to find him.

He flicked his tail and waited sooner or later someone would remember he had no 'handler' and would come and relieve him of the harness – if only to get on his better side and convince him to take them as his new handler. Snorting to himself he picked up one of the old writing frames he'd had made when he first got here and began to write.

Soft voice in the salt of the sea

Murmuring softly through the shell

Listen to the voices drifting on the breeze

Rise to find you

Joy in uniting sorrow in parting

Will I see you one day when?

Captain of the air and sea?

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Conrad sighed as he gathered his things, he wasn't particularly sure about this. Carefully he set out the clothing he would be wearing when they got to earth – dark blue swim trunks and neatly packed the rest of his clothing into his waterproof saddle bags, before adding his boots, his earth passport, the leather wallet he kept for whenever he had to go to earth, some papers that needed his attention, his favorite sword belt –minus the sword – and the rather large book he was currently reading.

He couldn't help feeling that Temeraire would have enjoyed it if he'd actually been able to read to a figment of his imagination.

Finally with everything packed away and ready to go he made his way out of the palace and onto the grounds where he excepted the reins of his horse from one of the stable hands. The poor thing was getting up there in years and he'd decided that it was time to put him to pasture, as soon as he got back from this trip he would need to find and train a new war horse.

He glanced around searching for Yozak, but his lover had already left on assignment for his older brother Gwendal, he would have to see the man when he got back.

Maybe then after seeing some dragons that where a bit more like the one in his dreams he could finally move on, and maybe even get up the courage to do the socially unacceptable and marry the other man, who's rank was so far beneath his own. He just needed to know he wasn't crazy.

As one, his godson and king Yuri, the Great Sage Ken Murata and about 13 of his best officers set off for the temple of the Great One, where they would be transported to Japan on earth, and likely Yuri's bathroom.

He hoped the tub was empty this time – the last time he'd come through had been rater embarrassing. For them and Shori.

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A.N

Gwendal is Conrart's elder brother n Shori is Yuri's. Please review. Sorry this is short but I have a bad cold n this is all I can manage right now if there are obvious errors please let me know and I will fix them a soon as the coughing lets me think properly. Please review.

Conrad is the second son of the last queen, and godfather of the current king, his elder brother is the Lord Marshal and his Younger brother is engaged to the Yuri – by accident, much to yuri's dismay.