Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot and the OC's are mine.

Note: This can be taken as a distant sequel to Tomorrow.

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Junior dragonators Clay and Tal were both horrendously bored.

After they'd completed their training for the day, they'd been assigned to one of the lesser used entrances to the dragon sanctuary as guards for the remainder of their shift. Of course, as it was one of the least used of the lesser used entrances, no one had approached them in the last few hours and neither of them had so much as a pack of cards on them to help alleviate the boredom.

Distracted by his own thoughts of what to do after he got off shift, Tal missed the approaching newcomer until Clay sharply elbowed him to bring his fellow dragonator back to reality. First giving his companion a glare, Tal turned his attention to the person now standing before them.

The guy looked strangely familiar, though where he'd know this kid from, he had no idea. Dressed like a civilian, the unknown teenager had long blond hair and surprisingly pale blue eyes, which were currently giving both junior dragonators a half-interested, half-sleepy look.

The teen spoke first, asking, "Is Summit still in? I need to talk with him."

Both of them were instantly suspicious, with Clay throwing out their usual non-answer regarding the Dragon Flyz, "He's on a flight right now."

The blond blinked, "Oh really? I could have sworn Sky Fury was grounded right now. Is he on a spare dragon then?"

Clay and Tal exchanged a look, both now on their guard against this kid. Only other dragonators should have known that Sky Fury was grounded (nothing serious, just standard maternity time to let her bond with her new cub) and clearly Clay didn't know this kid either. Tal gave the boy another once over, not liking what he saw.

Bags under the eyes, pale skin and though he was trying to come off nonchalant, there was a clear sense of nervousness in the kid. Tal frowned, convinced now that they were dealing with a stalker, "Look kid, Summit is really busy right now and can't be bothered. So go home, okay?"

The teen shook his head, "No, I need to speak with Summit. Now, is he in or no?"

Clay, who'd always had the shorter temper, snapped, "Listen kid, you're not going to speak with him, so leave already!"

The blond gave an aggravated sigh, irritation and annoyance coming into his gaze, "Fine, I'll just go in then."

Clay moved forward to stop him, growling as he reached for the teen's shoulder, "No you're no-"

Whatever else he was going to say was cut off with a loud shriek of agony as the teen caught Clay's arm and twisted it, moving his hand so as to dig his fingers into the tender spots of the dragonator's wrist. Tal swore and moved to help his comrade, only for a loud shout to stop him, "Peak! Let go of him right now!"

To his surprise, the kid obeyed quickly, letting go of Clay and stepping back, away from the dragonators. Turning to see who had shouted, Tal's surprise increased at seeing Summit coming at their little group, visibly irritated.

Once he was close enough, Summit looked at Clay, "Are you alright?"

The younger dragonator nodded, rubbing his wrist to ease the lingering pain, "Mostly my pride sir."

Summit nodded back then turned to the teenager, "Peak, we've told you more than once to not get into confrontations!"

Peak shrugged his shoulders, but seemed to wilt a little, "He came at me..."

"Then you should have just dodged him. I know you can and so do you. Remember what Z'neth's been telling you, if you break any of our dragonators, then you replace them, understood?"

Tal hesitantly cut in, "Uh, sir? What's going on here?"

Summit looked at him and blinked, as if finally realizing they had an audience, "Oh...sorry. Neither of you have met Peak before right? He's my younger brother."

The younger blond waved at the pair, "Hi, sorry about that. Are you really okay, uh..."

Clay introduced himself, seeming as lost as Tal was, "I'm Clay and this here is Tal. Yeah, I'm alright but thanks for asking."

It all clicked now, why that kid looked familiar. With a helmet-less Summit standing right next to him, it was clear Peak looked like a younger version of his older brother. As for the brothers, Summit looked back at Peak, "Why are you here anyway? I thought you and Mother were pulling doubles today."

The teen smiled, some of his nervousness going away, "The Council actually gave us help! We got a pair of new interns today for the Library, with one specifically for the Archives so Mother and I were able to split our work with her. As for why I'm here, Mother wanted to know if you were coming to dinner tonight."

Summit winced, "I'm not sure on that lil bro. My schedule's pretty jam-packed today. Were you also coming by to see Storm?"

Peak nodded and immediately wilted at Summit's next question, "By the way, why didn't you just call me up on the vox box to let me know you were heading over here?"

The teen didn't answer, suddenly seeming to find his hands a great source of interest. After a minute, Summit sighed and raised a hand to rub at his forehead, "You broke your communicator again, didn't you?"

There was a mumbled, "I didn't break it...exactly..."

Summit shook his head and turned back to the now thoroughly confused pair of junior dragonators, "I'll take care of this from here. Good work you two, but you'll want to work on that temper Clay. The next pair of guards should be here in a few minutes."

Clay and Tal both just nodded, staring after the pair of brothers as Summit escorted Peak into the dragon sanctuary. After that, they looked at each other and shrugged at the same time. That family was weird, through and through.