Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot and the OC are mine and I make no money from this.

Note: This is connected to events that happened in the Writer's Choice prompts of the first table and the prompt Broken Wings of the fourth.

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Holly looked up from the report she was going over when she heard her office door open. Dragonator Peak stood in the doorway, looking distinctly uncomfortable. He was dressed in civilian clothes and had a messenger bag with him. She blinked, then quickly stood only to get trapped behind a pile of reports next to her desk. Not wanting to bother with moving it in her tiny office, she instead offered him a smile and motioned to the chair before her little desk, "Peak! You're early, but that's fine. Please, have a seat. Um, just move the reports to the floor, I'll handle them later."

The teen stepped into her office, letting the door close behind him. Moving to the chair, he did as she said and moved the small pile of reports off of it, setting it neatly down on the floor. As he did so, he mumbled, "I'm not early."

Holly blinked again, looking at her desk clock in response to his statement. She mentally shrugged and said, "Well, thank you for being punctual then."

Once he was sitting, she sat back down herself and began to dig through the mess on her desk for the needed reports, "Before we begin, do you have any questions for me?"

Peak frowned at her, "Why do we still have to do these? I already told you and everyone else that I don't remember what happened, so I don't see the point of these continued appointments."

Holly divided her attention between answering him and trying to manage a tricky stack of reports and overfilled folders, "Well, there's a slight chance that during these appointments we might trigger you to remember something, even if it's just something small. Did you do the home experiments I recommended?"

The teen sighed, reaching forward to hold the stack when it nearly toppled, "Yes I did and no, nothing happened again. And before you ask, I did both experiments in front of Father and Dram, so you can check with them later to prove I'm not lying."

Holly nodded rapidly, giving him a quick smile of thanks as she finally freed the folder she needed. Moving to reassure him, she said, "Peak, no one's saying that you're lying. We're just trying to figure out what kind of power you have and how it's triggered."

He frowned as he released the stack and sat back, "Well, from what everyone says, it's teleportation, isn't it?"

Holly looked up at him with a half-smile, "Well, it could be yes. But there's also the chance that you have a secondary power or even a different primary power and the teleportation was just in response to the situation at hand."

Peak slumped in his seat, "So great, now you're saying we don't even know what my power might be, if I even have any?"

Holly hid a wince at his statement but replied, "Well, not exactly. As you've shown teleportation ability, it's likely that your primary power is in fact teleportation. This is really more just to check if you have any other powers."

She held out a hand, "Now, did you remember to bring your dream journal?"

She'd asked the whole family to start keeping one a few months back and already it was bearing fruit. Well, only with Z'neth but at least it'd helped prove that he had at least a minor level of precognition. It didn't happen often and usually was only linked to a minor event, but sometimes he did dream about the future. Mentally dragging herself back to the present, Holly saw that her hand was still empty and frowned at Peak, "You did remember to bring it, right?"

He hesitated, then produced the needed journal from the messenger bag. Handing it over to her hesitantly, he grumbled again, "I told you I don't dream."

Holly accepted the journal anyway and looked through it briefly, frowning to herself at the very brief descriptions written down. Many of them were along the lines of 'didn't dream anything', though some stated odd things like 'flashes of color, nothing else' and once a very odd one, 'the dragon came again, a lot of color, nothing else'.

She tilted her head and tapped that odd entry, "Peak, what do you mean by the dragon came again?"

The teenager hunched down into his seat, mumbling, "It's nothing. I just dream about a dragon sometimes. Apex does it too and she says it's likely our dragons subconsciously reaching out to us for, I dunno, comfort or something."

He pressed his lips together and looked down, clearly embarrassed. Holly could tell he was hiding something from her and hesitated before asking, "Peak, is there anything else I should know? This could be important."

The 'how' eluded her, but with this family, she wasn't counting anything out. There was a long stretch of silence before the teen softly mumbled, "It usually comes on the nights I think I have nightmares and the following nights too. I say 'I think' because like I already said, I don't dream. On those nights, I just wake up freaked out and when I manage to go back to sleep, the dragon's there."

Holly set the dream journal aside to quickly make a careful note of that, frowning to herself. Why hadn't Apex mentioned the dragon before? Did it happen so often she simply didn't think it was unusual or had it honestly just slipped her mind? Making a mental note to ask her about it at her next appointment, Holly returned her attention to Peak to continue with their own.

Later, after Peak had left and she was alone again in her office, Holly looked at her notes and frowned, chewing on the end of her electronic pen.

Maybe this was a breakthrough of sorts? But in what way and how did it relate to Peak's supposed power?

Sighing to herself, she turned to her computer and began to enter in the data, making a fresh mental note to ask not just Apex but the others if they'd ever dreamed of a dragon. It could mean nothing (they were dragonators after all and there was Apex's own power with the dragons) but then again, it could mean everything.

Holly frowned to herself yet again and resisted the urge to grip her hair in frustration. She hated weird tangles like this!