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xp_logsKitty and the dragon
Kitty sighed, stretching her arms above her head as she watched the result of her latest attempt scroll down her laptop screen. Damn if functions... It shouldn’t be doing that, she thought.
“No, no, no,” Kitty muttered, quickly aborting the loop that was forming. “Don’t do this to me. Why are you doing this?” Working in Jamie’s room was an exercise in self-control. It had entered her mind that Doug’s computer was sitting not ten feet from her and he’d probably already finished the assignment, and much neater than hers was turning out. She had quickly squashed the impulse, though. Even if she could get past Doug’s passwords and security before the term ended (forget getting through them today) Dr. McCoy would be able to tell the difference in their styles. Besides, Doug’s solution might be neater, but that was no guarantee it was any better, really
Leaning back, Kitty briefly regretted having insisted that Jamie didn’t need to keep a dupe here with her. True, she wasn’t going to get into any trouble in his room, and the quiet would help her concentrate, but a massage would have been nice. She’d just have to make do with the sandwiches he’d brought her after (correctly) assuming that she would probably work through dinner. Although he had still gone overboard, she thought as she eyed the stack of turkey and roast beef sandwiches.
Kitty snagged a sandwich and reopened the program, pouring over her code again. Her concentration was so intense it took her several minutes before the tapping caught her attention. She glanced around the room, trying to see what it was. It didn’t seem to be coming from the door...
Actually, it sounded like it was coming from the wall besides Jamie’s bed. The wall that joined onto her room.
“No, ‘Yana,” she called out. “I really can’t help you with your homework tonight. I have to figure this out.”
The tapping suddenly stopped, although there was no answer from the other room. With a nod to herself Kitty went back to work, eyes narrowing as she picked out a flaw in what she’d originally written.
Her fingers clicking over the keys masked the resumption of the tapping sound fairly well, but couldn’t compete with the sudden CRACK that sounded in the room, or the thump that followed it.
“What on earth was that?” she muttered, staring at the wall again. There weren’t any obvious holes in the wall, and nothing she remembered was missing from the shelves. Standing up, Kitty moved over to look around, but nothing seemed amiss at first.
As she walked around behind Jamie’s bed to get a better look, however, her foot tapped something and she glanced down. There on the grounds were the remains of that strange opal Jamie had brought back from Asgard.
“And why did you break?” she asked as she bent down to pick up some of the pieces. Turning them over in her hands, she had to admit they seemed far less like a stone than they had before. “Kind of looks like a shell,” she mused aloud, wonderingly going over them. “But what on earth...” Kitty paused. “Asgard isn’t earth.”
Very slowly, Kitty turned around, not entirely sure what she was expecting to see.
What she was not expecting, clearly, was the small purple winged creature that was perching precariously on the desk chair she had recently vacated, reaching for the stack of sandwiches which was now much smaller than Kitty remembered it being.
“Oh my god,” Kitty breathed, staring at the dragon. “It’s... it’s... this is impossible. Only at Xavier’s. Dragon’s don’t...”
She cut herself off as the creature turned to look at her, seeming to almost dare her to finish her sentence. When Kitty just stared at it, though, the dragon let out a small, inquisitive sounding sort of coo, and Kitty fell in love.
“You’re beautiful,” she said softly.
This seemed to please the dragon, as it shuffled about on the chair, resettling it’s wings so they could be seen better.
“Bit vain, though, huh?” Kitty asked as she moved closer.
The dragon whuffed at this and turned to go back to stealing Kitty’s dinner, but as it turned the desk chair swiveled under it and the dragon teetered sideways, starting to fall off the chair. Before it fell, though, Kitty was there, a steadying hand keeping the dragon upright.
“Here,” she said, smiling down at the little creature. She reached across the desk and picked up the plate of sandwiches, moving them closer to the dragon. Setting the plate down, she picked up the sandwich on top and handed it to the dragon. “I couldn’t have eaten them all, anyways.”
The dragon cooed at Kitty again, taking the sandwich and quickly gulping it down then looking up almost expectantly at the girl.
“Still hungry?” she asked, handing over another sandwich. “Well, if you go through all of these we can get some more food from Lorna in the kitchen. Not that I’m sure how I’ll explain you to her. Actually,” Kitty started, eyes widening as she gave the dragon another sandwich. “How am I going to explain you to anyone?”
“Mer?” the dragon cooed, it’s tone sounding worried.
Although Kitty didn’t really think the dragon could understand her she said, “Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Reaching out, she rested a hand on the dragon’s head, scratching lightly behind the place a cat would have it’s ears, The dragon rumbled at her, and she grinned down at it. “Like that, huh?”
Later, Kitty decided, she would worry about explaining her new friend to everyone. For now, though, the dragon still seemed to be hungry and there were still a few sandwiches on the plate.
Kitty, the dragon, the kitchen and Lorna.
"No, really, you ought to stay in the room," Kitty whispered to the little purple dragon who was looking at her with the closest thing to puppy dog eyes it could pull off. "I can go and get you some more to eat, but you ought to stay..."
The dragon opened its mouth and went "Mer?" at her, in that tone which had worked so well before, then waddled forward to latch a claw into her jeans, looking up at her with big eyes. "Merrr?"
"Oh, that’s not fair," Kitty said, leaning down and picking the little dragon up. "Ok, come on. We’ll go together, but be quiet." Holding the little dragon in her arms like a baby as it peered out at the world from this new and improved view, she made her way silently down the stairs, heading for the main kitchen. There would probably be fewer people around the student’s kitchen, but there would definitely be less food, and less of the meat the dragon seemed to prefer.
The lights were on in the kitchen, but that wasn’t any indication of whether or not anyone would be in there - it was still early enough for people to be regularly moving around, but after the normal dinner time. However, Kitty couldn’t hear anything coming out of the room, so she pushed the door open and slipped inside, whispering again, "Shh..."
Probably if she hadn’t said anything, she wouldn’t have been spotted.
The hissing whisper made Lorna pause in her tracks and back up into the kitchen again instead of continuing out through the dining room. She caught sight of Kitty's back, something indefinable and purple cradled in her arms, "Raiding the kitchen? Didn't they feed you in Chicago?" Lorna trotted across the kitchen, more amused than anything.
Kitty had enough sense not to turn when she heard Lorna, but it didn’t help.
"Meh!" the dragon said, startled by the unfamiliar voice. It shoved into Kitty’s arms, hiding its head and, unfortunately, making the wings even more obvious.
"Er, yes," Kitty said, trying uselessly to keep her thin shoulders between Lorna and the dragon. "Food in Chicago doesn’t even compare to yours."
Purple and it made noise? "Kitty, what are you carrying? Did Clarice get stuck in a time-warp and now she's a baby again?" Lorna joked, wondering what she was carrying. She circled around, trying to catch a glimpse of the purple winged thing... wait, wings? "What is that?
"Well, it is a baby... and it’s hungry?" Kitty tried. "I was just coming to get some more food, since it already ate my dinner..."
Lorna stared open-mouthed at the baby...well, dragon was really the word for it. "What...how...where did that come from?" She blinked and realigned her priorities, "and why is a pet in my kitchen?"
"Er, it came from that oval thing that Jamie brought back from Asgard. It only just hatched maybe half an hour ago, and it’s really hungry..." As though to emphasize this, the little dragon let out another pitiful little sound. "It didn’t want to stay in Jamie’s room while I came to get something to eat – it followed me."
"Pets aren't allowed in the kitchen. I don't think dragons are allowed at all." Lorna knew she'd feel like a bully if she sent the baby dragon (dragon!) away and sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. "What does it eat?"
Kitty blinked. "I didn't know that," she said. "I mean about the kitchen thing. And I don't see why dragons wouldn't be allowed..." she trailed off. "Besides, I’m not sure he's a pet. So far he's eaten about a dozen assorted sandwiches, but he liked the roast beef and turkey ones best."
“Uh huh.” Lorna stared a bit more at the dragon, not sure why the sight of a mythological beast was so hard to accept given the cast of crazies the mansion already sported. “Meat. Right. Does he shed?” If he did, he wasn’t coming a single step further into her kitchen no matter how adorably baby cute he was.
"He's only just hatched, Lorna," Kitty said with a shrug. "I have no idea. He certainly hasn't yet. He hasn't done anything yet except eat my dinner and look at me imploringly for more. Oh, and go 'mer' and 'coo' a lot."
She was so going to become the Wicked Witch of the West if she refused the twinned pleading looks from Kitty and the dragon and Lorna didn’t think she could take any more green in her life. “I have some stew meat that will probably be good. If he eats like storybook dragons that is. Although I guess that would involve snotty princesses and I don’t think we should feed him Monet. She’d probably be hard to digest.” Lorna shook her head, helplessly, “Come on.”
"Plus, I think he's still kind of small for full on princesses. I think he'll have to grow up a bit for that... and boy, is that ever a worrying thought. Thank you, though. The stew meat sounds perfect."Kitty followed Lorna, smiling.
The best part about reigning supreme in the kitchen meant that she always knew where everything was. Lorna had the cubed meat out and in a bowl within thirty seconds of coming in arm’s reach of the fridge. It was cooked already so if the dragon preferred it raw it was just going to have to suffer. “So Jamie gave you a dragon. Talk about the things money can’t buy. Your boyfriend makes all other guys look like slugs.” She set the bowl on the table and gave the dragon an appraising look. “Did you say that he ate your dinner?”
As soon as it spotted the meat the little dragon was straining to get to the table, but Kitty had already figured out it wasn't the most graceful of creatures yet, so she held on long enough to actually set the dragon down next to the bowl. Watching the dragon stick his long snout into the bowl and wuffle about also, unfortunately, fell under the really strangely cute category. "Yeah, he ate the sandwiches I had in my room," Kitty said, sitting down. "And Jamie didn't really give him to me. Actually, the stone egg thingy wasn't even one of my presents, so the dragon might really be his..." The dragon perked up at this, head pulling out of the bowl to stare at Kitty, a small piece of meat stuck on his nose. He went 'merfle' and then went back to his (second) dinner. "I don't even know what that means," Kitty commented absently.
“Don’t look at me. I don’t speak dragon. Though educated guess would be that you just got a 'Mommy?' look,” Lorna responded, already moving to make Kitty something. “The next door neighbors had a kitten that did that to their german shepherd all the time. Did you want more sandwiches or would you prefer real food?” Either way, she could have something made in ten minutes.
"And yet another worrying idea," Kitty said with a sigh. But, since she followed this statement by reaching up to scratch the little dragon between its wings it was a good bet she didn't really mean it. "I don't want to put you out, Lorna. Well, not for me, I mean. Reheating leftovers would be fine, but I know you are involved in a holy war with all major microwave manufacturers."
Given that Lorna’s tirades against the microwave could go on endlessly, it was really rather brave of Kitty to mention it in the first place. “For thousands of years we humans managed to make meals without microwaves. There is never a need to irradiate your food.” She clicked the stove on and ducked into the fridge again. “Besides, it’s not putting me out. I spent way too much time under the wrath of a crazy Frenchman not to put that knowledge to use at every opportunity. It’s like when you buy a pair of shoes. The cost of them goes down everything time you wear them.”
"I should use that line the next time Jamie doesn't want to dance when we go out," Kitty said with a grin. "Making use of all the money my parents have poured into lessons over the years and all that..." Kitty was more than wise enough not to actually defend microwaves to Lorna and simply let it drop with a, "Thanks, then, for the food."
“No problem.” She gave the dragon and then Kitty a critical look. “Wash your hands. I know he’s a baby and just hatched and yadda yadda but you don’t know if dragon germs are going to kill you.” She set a plate of food on the counter and moved to stand by the table. “I’ll watch the glutton here.”
Kitty chuckled. "Yes`m," she said, heading over to the sink. The dragon looked up to watch her go, then apparently got the scent of Kitty`s dinner. He swung his head back and forth a couple of times, before deciding that his bowl was closer and with a little `coo` went back to it.
“He really is very cute.” Lorna took a seat at the table and watched the little dragon gorge itself on the meat that had been intended for a stew to serve at least fifteen people. Its stomach was starting to distend. “Though I will deny forever that I said that about someone’s pet.”
"Still not sure about the pet thing, remember?" Kitty said as she snagged her plate and headed back to the table - setting the food down far enough that it was still not worth the dragon's interest. "The dragon who gave Jamie the egg could talk and was intelligent. Not into slavery, you know. And hey, he's cute in an entirely different way than anyone else's pet, so it's ok. Plus, I won't tell."
“Oh good. Because, yeah, never ever going to live it down. I’ll be accused
of being soft on reptiles or something. Though it can’t hurt to be good to a dragon. What’s that saying? Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons for you are crunchy and good with ketchup?” Lorna shook her head, staring wonderingly at the dragon.
"That's what they say, yep," Kitty confirmed, digging in to her own dinner. "Besides, you don't cut Frank any slack, so it can't be reptiles in general who're getting off lightly."
"Very true. Al is the one who is the sucker for the scaly thing." Lorna grinned and got up from the table once she was certain Kitty would be able to finish her meal without draconic interference. The little dragon looked quite sleepy and his bowl was empty. "Can I ask you to clear up in here? I think I'm going to head to bed." She glanced at the time, "Alex will be wondering where I'm at."
"Sure, not a problem," Kitty said. The little dragon was curling himself up around the bowl, almost cuddling it. "Thanks for dinner, Lorna."
And then Jamie gets to meet the little guy.
Kitty had settled back into Jamie's desk chair when they returned from their harrowing trip to the kitchen and the dragon had felt perfectly free to climb up into her lap, curl up and fall contentedly asleep. It was even making contented little noises as the girl experimentally scratched it. "You know," Kitty told the sleeping dragon, "I'm the one named 'Kitty'. Usually I'm the purrer. Just ask Jamie... Oh my God. Jamie. How am I going to explain this to Jamie?"
"Explain what, love?" Jamie asked as be breezed into the room, fairly obviously back from the stables. "You don't mind if I grab a shower, do you? And who are you . . . talking . . . to . . ." He'd gotten close enough to see the little dragon, and sat down hard on the edge of his bed. "Oh, that sneaky old bastard. 'Those who would jest with dragons should be encouraged to do so,' my foot."
The dragon 'mrp'ed at the noise and shifted slightly, tucking his snout under a wing. "Um, yeah," Kitty said. "That stone the dragon gave you? Clearly not a stone. And I'd be careful about walking by your shelves in bare feet. Haven't had a chance to clean up the shards yet."
"I'll get 'em, don't worry about it." He shook his head, grinning. "Cute little guy. And it looks like he took to you right off, so smart, too." For lack of a better idea, he held one hand out cautiously to be sniffed. "Sorry I startled you, little dragon."
The compliments had caught it's attention and the dragon opened its eyes to examine the hand in front of it. Didn't exactly look like food, but it certainly smelled interesting. Swinging its head closer the dragon got a proper sniff of the horse smell and whuffed. Smelled like food some part of the dragon's hindbrain decided and he opened his mouth. Kitty had been giggling at the little dragon's style, but seeing this she said, "Oh no you don't." She pressed its mouth closed before it could bite Jamie. "You can't still be hungry, and Jamie is not food."
"He probably smells Misty. Told you I needed a shower." Jamie reached out and tentatively stroked the little dragon's head. "I saw his dad put away two whole cows like they were a plate of hors d'oeuvres, so I wouldn't wanna bet on how much Junior here can eat." He grinned. "Guess I sure know how to pick souvenirs, huh?"
"Yeah, but Lorna's had at him," Kitty said. "She wouldn't have let us leave if he were still hungry." The dragon seemed to be willing to let Jamie pet him, although he wasn't arching up into his hand the way he would for Kitty. "Talk about a souvenir," Kitty added. "This is Fafnir's grandson, isn't it? Or do you think it's his granddaughter?"
". . . Huh. Y'know, I don't even know how to tell. Never sexed a dragon before. Lighter shade of purple than Fyrlaf was, but this one's a baby . . . face is about the same, though" Jamie considered the problem, then grinned mischievously. "We could always ask the anatomy teacher. I don't think Doc Bartlet's had enough weird in her life lately."
"No one can live here and fail to have a sufficiency of weird. You're right, though, that it would be pretty funny." She sighed. "I don't know how the teachers are going to react. This is hardly a kitten. It's not even an iguana like Frank."
Jamie chuckled. "And Doc McCoy really should've known better than to stick that line about the Monster Manual in the pet policy." He scooted over and put his free arm around Kitty's shoulders. "We'll figure something out. If nothing else, Fyrlaf was as smart as anybody--and apparently trickier than me--so we can probably say the little one here is a refugee looking for asylum instead of a pet."
The dragon grumbled when Jamie put his arm around Kitty but she ignored the little sound. "Well, we certainly can't just put him out. If anyone caught him they'd dissect him."
"Oh, definitely. No dissecting allowed. And there's no easy way to send him back to Asgard. He'll just have to stay with you, that's all there is to it. I can't imagine his father disapproving." Jamie kissed Kitty on the cheek, a quick peck. "It'll work out. Thought about a name yet?"
"Hmm? Oh, no, I haven't. No idea what would be appropriate," Kitty said, a little distracted by the growling that intensified when Jamie kissed her. "What do you think is up now? Did his dinner disagree with him, do you think?"
Jamie regarded the little dragon curiously. "No, I think I have competition, actually. Maybe I really should go get that shower . . ."
"Competition? What do you mean? You may be right, though, about the horse smell."
"Well, it seems like he's growling every time I get a little affectionate." Jamie grinned. "I think you have an admirer."
Kitty glanced between the dragon and her boyfriend. "That's silly," she said. "He's a dragon." At that the little dragon made a sort of 'feh' sound.
"Disa was a dwarf, and that didn't stop her, apparently." Jamie grinned at the dragon. "She's very silly sometimes, you'll notice. Can't fault your taste, though."
Kitty blushed brightly, scowling when the dragon looked up at Jamie and cooed. "Ok, that's enough. Go take a shower."
Jamie snickered. "Don't elope while I'm gone. What was it you told me? You're very easy to love, and I'm not the only one who knows."
"Sure, use my own words against me," Kitty said with a pout. "He probably only likes me cause I feed him."
Jamie brushed a quick kiss across the pout, shrugged apologetically at the dragon, and snagged his towel off the bedpost. "He doesn't seem to be sitting in Lorna's lap, though, does he?" he said, grinning, and closed the bathroom door.
Kitty stuck her tongue out at Jamie's back then sighed down at the dragon. "At least you're cuter than the guy from this summer," she said, going back to scratching the dragon as he resettled.
And so does Doug, and the dragon gets his name
Doug Ramsey had parted ways with reality a long time ago. As a matter of fact, it had probably been the day he had met Jamie Madrox and moved in across the hall from Alison Blaire, as he vaguely remembered telling Jamie that same day. Coma dreams and all that such. But still, it wasn't every day that you walked into your room to see your roommate's girlfriend holding an honest-to-god dragon in her lap.
Doug attempted to fake being blase, but that failed rather miserably. "Uh, Kit..." he said slowly. "Why do you have a dragon on your lap? And for that matter, where did you _get_ a dragon?"
Kitty looked up from the little dragon and half-smiled. "Hi Doug. Um... One of Jamie`s souvenirs from Asgard turns out to have been even more interesting than he thought, and the little guy`s in my lap because... Well... Jamie seems to think he`s got a crush on me." She couldn`t help the blush that spread at saying something which sounded so stupid.
Doug chuckled. "Oh, you mean the fire opal he got after punning with Fafnir's relative?" He blinked momentarily. "So it was really a dragon egg? Huh, looks like the dragon had the last laugh, I think." He looked around. "Speaking of the Clown Prince himself, where'd he disappear to? And have you guys settled on a name for him yet?"
"Yeah, that`s the one," Kitty sighed. "Why do these things happen to us?" she asked, rhetorically. "Jamie`s in the shower - the smell of the horses was getting to the dragon... and me. Heh. As for a name, no, I`ve no idea. I don`t even know how one would go about deciding on the name of a dragon. For all I know, he was hatched knowing his name already. Not that I could figure it out if he does."
Doug shrugged. "I don't much...okay, check that, I don't know _anything_ about dragons, but if the dragon that came to visit the dwarves could talk I would imagine that this one can too. Although perhaps baby dragons aren't born knowing how to speak. It's a very interesting question." Doug looked pensive before addressing the dragon itself. "Hello?" he asked tentatively in Asgardian, then switching to the Dwarven dialect he had maanged to pick up thanks to his power and hearing Jamie converse with the various dwarves they had seen in Asgard after meeting up.
The dragon opened it's eyes and considered Doug for a long moment. Eventually, it said, "Mer?" which seemed to mean, well, 'mer'. It was actually very like the sounds a baby human might make, only it was a dragon making them.
"I think he understands English, actually," Kitty said. "Or maybe he doesn't understand any language and just generally gets it when he's being addressed and food is being spoken of..." She grinned.
At the mention of food, the baby dragon perked up noticeably. "Mer!" it announced more forcefully. Doug chuckled. "I take it he's hungry a lot?" He leaned forward and skritched between the dragon's ears, smiling as it purred happily from all the attention. "Well, we're gonna have to come up with some sort of name, unless we just want to call him 'dragon' all the time..."
Kitty sighed. "Yes, he`s a right glutton. He`s only been out of his shell for..." She glanced at her watch. "About two hours, and he`s eaten everything that`s put in front of him. And now he wants more, don`t you?" She smiled affectionately down at the little dragon being petted. "A name would be good, yes. Got any ideas? I`m plum out of dragon names, since I don`t think he`d take well to Smaug." And indeed, the dragon`s tail flickered at this, wrapping around her wrist.
Doug scratched his head and shrugged. "I honestly can't come up with anything at the moment. Besides, as his 'mommy', I think it'd be better for you to come up with something." He grinned at Kitty.
That got a tongue stuck out in Doug's direction. "I am no one's 'Mommy', Douglas Ramsey. Really, you and Jamie have the strangest ideas." Almost as though in disagreement, the dragon's tail had not moved from where it was wrapped around Kitty's wrist.
Jamie toed the bathroom door open, settling his towel around his neck and tugging up his slightly-too-baggy sweatpants with his other hand. "Oh, hey, Doug." He grinned. "See you've met short, purple, and firebreathing? Y'know, they always warn you about free souvenirs you get in foreign countries . . ."
"We don't have any proof he can breath fire, do we?" Kitty asked, looking a little alarmed. "I think that would definitely no go over well with the Professor, or at least not with Mr. Marko."
"Well, his dad could." Jamie eyed the little dragon dubiously. "Got bored waiting for thirds on cow and sped that one up a little. And he did a little free smelting for the dwarves the next morning to say thanks for the hospitality. Maybe they don't learn that until puberty, though."
"Dragon puberty... Oh God. What am I getting myself into?" Kitty would have burried her head in her hands, but when she went to do it she felt a tug on the arm the dragon still had hold of. Looking at him she smiled. "How can a dragon make sad puppy dog eyes?" she asked.
"Defense mechanism." Doug nodded sagely. "All baby animals are unbearably cute. Even firebreathing dragons." He smiled and wiggled his fingers at the dragon. "So, no good name ideas, Kit?"
"No, I'm still stuck. Maybe I'm just too tired. Jamie? And ideas?"
Jamie eyed the dragon thoughtfully. "Well, he doesn't much look like a Smaug. And D&D dragons have kinda long consonant-heavy names with unnecessary apostrophes, I think we should avoid those. Maybe we should make a list of ideas?" An unidentifiable metal fragment tipped off the side of the desk as Jamie grabbed for a pad and pen, and he just managed to catch it before it crashed to the floor. He waggled it, grinning. "Hey, did I mention Mr. Summers has us taking apart busted Blackbird parts now? The last care package from Lockheed-Martin had some defectives, I'm surprised we haven't heard Haroun yelling."
"Honestly, I think giving him another dragon's name would be, I don't know, gauche or something," Kitty said.
The dragon, however, was watching Jamie. The sudden motion of the jet part falling had caught his attention, and he was staring at Jamie when the boy mentioned the work being done on the jet. Letting go of Kitty's arm he walked across her lap to sniff at the piece Jamie had caught and then sat up straight, nodding.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Kitty asked the dragon. "You want to be named 'Martin'?" It was just a joke, but when the dragon went 'meh' at her, and, honest to God, shook his head, Kitty stared. "I'm too tired for this, I think. He just shook his head at me, didn't he?"
Jamie watched the dragon carefully, extending the broken piece of jet engine, which it promptly grabbed in its forepaws. "Yeah he did . . . and actually, I think maybe he likes 'Lockheed.' Right, little guy?"
"MER!" was the dragon's enthusiastic response.
Jamie grinned. "Okay then. Looks like he's a Lockheed." He set the part back down on the desk and tapped Kitty on the nose. "And you, my dearest love, look beat. Go get to bed." He eyed the dragon. "Lockheed, I'm counting on you to keep her safe."
Kitty stuck her tongue out at Jamie this time. "Yeah, yeah. Play it up, bucko. Clearly I need a dragon to protect me from the white knight. But you're right, I need sleep. And so, I think does the little guy. Lockheed." She smiled down at the dragon, who cooed at her. "Good night guys," she said, giving Jamie a quick kiss before scooping up Lockheed (still holding his jet part 'treasure') and heading next door.
Kitty sighed, stretching her arms above her head as she watched the result of her latest attempt scroll down her laptop screen. Damn if functions... It shouldn’t be doing that, she thought.
“No, no, no,” Kitty muttered, quickly aborting the loop that was forming. “Don’t do this to me. Why are you doing this?” Working in Jamie’s room was an exercise in self-control. It had entered her mind that Doug’s computer was sitting not ten feet from her and he’d probably already finished the assignment, and much neater than hers was turning out. She had quickly squashed the impulse, though. Even if she could get past Doug’s passwords and security before the term ended (forget getting through them today) Dr. McCoy would be able to tell the difference in their styles. Besides, Doug’s solution might be neater, but that was no guarantee it was any better, really
Leaning back, Kitty briefly regretted having insisted that Jamie didn’t need to keep a dupe here with her. True, she wasn’t going to get into any trouble in his room, and the quiet would help her concentrate, but a massage would have been nice. She’d just have to make do with the sandwiches he’d brought her after (correctly) assuming that she would probably work through dinner. Although he had still gone overboard, she thought as she eyed the stack of turkey and roast beef sandwiches.
Kitty snagged a sandwich and reopened the program, pouring over her code again. Her concentration was so intense it took her several minutes before the tapping caught her attention. She glanced around the room, trying to see what it was. It didn’t seem to be coming from the door...
Actually, it sounded like it was coming from the wall besides Jamie’s bed. The wall that joined onto her room.
“No, ‘Yana,” she called out. “I really can’t help you with your homework tonight. I have to figure this out.”
The tapping suddenly stopped, although there was no answer from the other room. With a nod to herself Kitty went back to work, eyes narrowing as she picked out a flaw in what she’d originally written.
Her fingers clicking over the keys masked the resumption of the tapping sound fairly well, but couldn’t compete with the sudden CRACK that sounded in the room, or the thump that followed it.
“What on earth was that?” she muttered, staring at the wall again. There weren’t any obvious holes in the wall, and nothing she remembered was missing from the shelves. Standing up, Kitty moved over to look around, but nothing seemed amiss at first.
As she walked around behind Jamie’s bed to get a better look, however, her foot tapped something and she glanced down. There on the grounds were the remains of that strange opal Jamie had brought back from Asgard.
“And why did you break?” she asked as she bent down to pick up some of the pieces. Turning them over in her hands, she had to admit they seemed far less like a stone than they had before. “Kind of looks like a shell,” she mused aloud, wonderingly going over them. “But what on earth...” Kitty paused. “Asgard isn’t earth.”
Very slowly, Kitty turned around, not entirely sure what she was expecting to see.
What she was not expecting, clearly, was the small purple winged creature that was perching precariously on the desk chair she had recently vacated, reaching for the stack of sandwiches which was now much smaller than Kitty remembered it being.
“Oh my god,” Kitty breathed, staring at the dragon. “It’s... it’s... this is impossible. Only at Xavier’s. Dragon’s don’t...”
She cut herself off as the creature turned to look at her, seeming to almost dare her to finish her sentence. When Kitty just stared at it, though, the dragon let out a small, inquisitive sounding sort of coo, and Kitty fell in love.
“You’re beautiful,” she said softly.
This seemed to please the dragon, as it shuffled about on the chair, resettling it’s wings so they could be seen better.
“Bit vain, though, huh?” Kitty asked as she moved closer.
The dragon whuffed at this and turned to go back to stealing Kitty’s dinner, but as it turned the desk chair swiveled under it and the dragon teetered sideways, starting to fall off the chair. Before it fell, though, Kitty was there, a steadying hand keeping the dragon upright.
“Here,” she said, smiling down at the little creature. She reached across the desk and picked up the plate of sandwiches, moving them closer to the dragon. Setting the plate down, she picked up the sandwich on top and handed it to the dragon. “I couldn’t have eaten them all, anyways.”
The dragon cooed at Kitty again, taking the sandwich and quickly gulping it down then looking up almost expectantly at the girl.
“Still hungry?” she asked, handing over another sandwich. “Well, if you go through all of these we can get some more food from Lorna in the kitchen. Not that I’m sure how I’ll explain you to her. Actually,” Kitty started, eyes widening as she gave the dragon another sandwich. “How am I going to explain you to anyone?”
“Mer?” the dragon cooed, it’s tone sounding worried.
Although Kitty didn’t really think the dragon could understand her she said, “Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Reaching out, she rested a hand on the dragon’s head, scratching lightly behind the place a cat would have it’s ears, The dragon rumbled at her, and she grinned down at it. “Like that, huh?”
Later, Kitty decided, she would worry about explaining her new friend to everyone. For now, though, the dragon still seemed to be hungry and there were still a few sandwiches on the plate.
Kitty, the dragon, the kitchen and Lorna.
"No, really, you ought to stay in the room," Kitty whispered to the little purple dragon who was looking at her with the closest thing to puppy dog eyes it could pull off. "I can go and get you some more to eat, but you ought to stay..."
The dragon opened its mouth and went "Mer?" at her, in that tone which had worked so well before, then waddled forward to latch a claw into her jeans, looking up at her with big eyes. "Merrr?"
"Oh, that’s not fair," Kitty said, leaning down and picking the little dragon up. "Ok, come on. We’ll go together, but be quiet." Holding the little dragon in her arms like a baby as it peered out at the world from this new and improved view, she made her way silently down the stairs, heading for the main kitchen. There would probably be fewer people around the student’s kitchen, but there would definitely be less food, and less of the meat the dragon seemed to prefer.
The lights were on in the kitchen, but that wasn’t any indication of whether or not anyone would be in there - it was still early enough for people to be regularly moving around, but after the normal dinner time. However, Kitty couldn’t hear anything coming out of the room, so she pushed the door open and slipped inside, whispering again, "Shh..."
Probably if she hadn’t said anything, she wouldn’t have been spotted.
The hissing whisper made Lorna pause in her tracks and back up into the kitchen again instead of continuing out through the dining room. She caught sight of Kitty's back, something indefinable and purple cradled in her arms, "Raiding the kitchen? Didn't they feed you in Chicago?" Lorna trotted across the kitchen, more amused than anything.
Kitty had enough sense not to turn when she heard Lorna, but it didn’t help.
"Meh!" the dragon said, startled by the unfamiliar voice. It shoved into Kitty’s arms, hiding its head and, unfortunately, making the wings even more obvious.
"Er, yes," Kitty said, trying uselessly to keep her thin shoulders between Lorna and the dragon. "Food in Chicago doesn’t even compare to yours."
Purple and it made noise? "Kitty, what are you carrying? Did Clarice get stuck in a time-warp and now she's a baby again?" Lorna joked, wondering what she was carrying. She circled around, trying to catch a glimpse of the purple winged thing... wait, wings? "What is that?
"Well, it is a baby... and it’s hungry?" Kitty tried. "I was just coming to get some more food, since it already ate my dinner..."
Lorna stared open-mouthed at the baby...well, dragon was really the word for it. "What...how...where did that come from?" She blinked and realigned her priorities, "and why is a pet in my kitchen?"
"Er, it came from that oval thing that Jamie brought back from Asgard. It only just hatched maybe half an hour ago, and it’s really hungry..." As though to emphasize this, the little dragon let out another pitiful little sound. "It didn’t want to stay in Jamie’s room while I came to get something to eat – it followed me."
"Pets aren't allowed in the kitchen. I don't think dragons are allowed at all." Lorna knew she'd feel like a bully if she sent the baby dragon (dragon!) away and sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. "What does it eat?"
Kitty blinked. "I didn't know that," she said. "I mean about the kitchen thing. And I don't see why dragons wouldn't be allowed..." she trailed off. "Besides, I’m not sure he's a pet. So far he's eaten about a dozen assorted sandwiches, but he liked the roast beef and turkey ones best."
“Uh huh.” Lorna stared a bit more at the dragon, not sure why the sight of a mythological beast was so hard to accept given the cast of crazies the mansion already sported. “Meat. Right. Does he shed?” If he did, he wasn’t coming a single step further into her kitchen no matter how adorably baby cute he was.
"He's only just hatched, Lorna," Kitty said with a shrug. "I have no idea. He certainly hasn't yet. He hasn't done anything yet except eat my dinner and look at me imploringly for more. Oh, and go 'mer' and 'coo' a lot."
She was so going to become the Wicked Witch of the West if she refused the twinned pleading looks from Kitty and the dragon and Lorna didn’t think she could take any more green in her life. “I have some stew meat that will probably be good. If he eats like storybook dragons that is. Although I guess that would involve snotty princesses and I don’t think we should feed him Monet. She’d probably be hard to digest.” Lorna shook her head, helplessly, “Come on.”
"Plus, I think he's still kind of small for full on princesses. I think he'll have to grow up a bit for that... and boy, is that ever a worrying thought. Thank you, though. The stew meat sounds perfect."Kitty followed Lorna, smiling.
The best part about reigning supreme in the kitchen meant that she always knew where everything was. Lorna had the cubed meat out and in a bowl within thirty seconds of coming in arm’s reach of the fridge. It was cooked already so if the dragon preferred it raw it was just going to have to suffer. “So Jamie gave you a dragon. Talk about the things money can’t buy. Your boyfriend makes all other guys look like slugs.” She set the bowl on the table and gave the dragon an appraising look. “Did you say that he ate your dinner?”
As soon as it spotted the meat the little dragon was straining to get to the table, but Kitty had already figured out it wasn't the most graceful of creatures yet, so she held on long enough to actually set the dragon down next to the bowl. Watching the dragon stick his long snout into the bowl and wuffle about also, unfortunately, fell under the really strangely cute category. "Yeah, he ate the sandwiches I had in my room," Kitty said, sitting down. "And Jamie didn't really give him to me. Actually, the stone egg thingy wasn't even one of my presents, so the dragon might really be his..." The dragon perked up at this, head pulling out of the bowl to stare at Kitty, a small piece of meat stuck on his nose. He went 'merfle' and then went back to his (second) dinner. "I don't even know what that means," Kitty commented absently.
“Don’t look at me. I don’t speak dragon. Though educated guess would be that you just got a 'Mommy?' look,” Lorna responded, already moving to make Kitty something. “The next door neighbors had a kitten that did that to their german shepherd all the time. Did you want more sandwiches or would you prefer real food?” Either way, she could have something made in ten minutes.
"And yet another worrying idea," Kitty said with a sigh. But, since she followed this statement by reaching up to scratch the little dragon between its wings it was a good bet she didn't really mean it. "I don't want to put you out, Lorna. Well, not for me, I mean. Reheating leftovers would be fine, but I know you are involved in a holy war with all major microwave manufacturers."
Given that Lorna’s tirades against the microwave could go on endlessly, it was really rather brave of Kitty to mention it in the first place. “For thousands of years we humans managed to make meals without microwaves. There is never a need to irradiate your food.” She clicked the stove on and ducked into the fridge again. “Besides, it’s not putting me out. I spent way too much time under the wrath of a crazy Frenchman not to put that knowledge to use at every opportunity. It’s like when you buy a pair of shoes. The cost of them goes down everything time you wear them.”
"I should use that line the next time Jamie doesn't want to dance when we go out," Kitty said with a grin. "Making use of all the money my parents have poured into lessons over the years and all that..." Kitty was more than wise enough not to actually defend microwaves to Lorna and simply let it drop with a, "Thanks, then, for the food."
“No problem.” She gave the dragon and then Kitty a critical look. “Wash your hands. I know he’s a baby and just hatched and yadda yadda but you don’t know if dragon germs are going to kill you.” She set a plate of food on the counter and moved to stand by the table. “I’ll watch the glutton here.”
Kitty chuckled. "Yes`m," she said, heading over to the sink. The dragon looked up to watch her go, then apparently got the scent of Kitty`s dinner. He swung his head back and forth a couple of times, before deciding that his bowl was closer and with a little `coo` went back to it.
“He really is very cute.” Lorna took a seat at the table and watched the little dragon gorge itself on the meat that had been intended for a stew to serve at least fifteen people. Its stomach was starting to distend. “Though I will deny forever that I said that about someone’s pet.”
"Still not sure about the pet thing, remember?" Kitty said as she snagged her plate and headed back to the table - setting the food down far enough that it was still not worth the dragon's interest. "The dragon who gave Jamie the egg could talk and was intelligent. Not into slavery, you know. And hey, he's cute in an entirely different way than anyone else's pet, so it's ok. Plus, I won't tell."
“Oh good. Because, yeah, never ever going to live it down. I’ll be accused
of being soft on reptiles or something. Though it can’t hurt to be good to a dragon. What’s that saying? Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons for you are crunchy and good with ketchup?” Lorna shook her head, staring wonderingly at the dragon.
"That's what they say, yep," Kitty confirmed, digging in to her own dinner. "Besides, you don't cut Frank any slack, so it can't be reptiles in general who're getting off lightly."
"Very true. Al is the one who is the sucker for the scaly thing." Lorna grinned and got up from the table once she was certain Kitty would be able to finish her meal without draconic interference. The little dragon looked quite sleepy and his bowl was empty. "Can I ask you to clear up in here? I think I'm going to head to bed." She glanced at the time, "Alex will be wondering where I'm at."
"Sure, not a problem," Kitty said. The little dragon was curling himself up around the bowl, almost cuddling it. "Thanks for dinner, Lorna."
And then Jamie gets to meet the little guy.
Kitty had settled back into Jamie's desk chair when they returned from their harrowing trip to the kitchen and the dragon had felt perfectly free to climb up into her lap, curl up and fall contentedly asleep. It was even making contented little noises as the girl experimentally scratched it. "You know," Kitty told the sleeping dragon, "I'm the one named 'Kitty'. Usually I'm the purrer. Just ask Jamie... Oh my God. Jamie. How am I going to explain this to Jamie?"
"Explain what, love?" Jamie asked as be breezed into the room, fairly obviously back from the stables. "You don't mind if I grab a shower, do you? And who are you . . . talking . . . to . . ." He'd gotten close enough to see the little dragon, and sat down hard on the edge of his bed. "Oh, that sneaky old bastard. 'Those who would jest with dragons should be encouraged to do so,' my foot."
The dragon 'mrp'ed at the noise and shifted slightly, tucking his snout under a wing. "Um, yeah," Kitty said. "That stone the dragon gave you? Clearly not a stone. And I'd be careful about walking by your shelves in bare feet. Haven't had a chance to clean up the shards yet."
"I'll get 'em, don't worry about it." He shook his head, grinning. "Cute little guy. And it looks like he took to you right off, so smart, too." For lack of a better idea, he held one hand out cautiously to be sniffed. "Sorry I startled you, little dragon."
The compliments had caught it's attention and the dragon opened its eyes to examine the hand in front of it. Didn't exactly look like food, but it certainly smelled interesting. Swinging its head closer the dragon got a proper sniff of the horse smell and whuffed. Smelled like food some part of the dragon's hindbrain decided and he opened his mouth. Kitty had been giggling at the little dragon's style, but seeing this she said, "Oh no you don't." She pressed its mouth closed before it could bite Jamie. "You can't still be hungry, and Jamie is not food."
"He probably smells Misty. Told you I needed a shower." Jamie reached out and tentatively stroked the little dragon's head. "I saw his dad put away two whole cows like they were a plate of hors d'oeuvres, so I wouldn't wanna bet on how much Junior here can eat." He grinned. "Guess I sure know how to pick souvenirs, huh?"
"Yeah, but Lorna's had at him," Kitty said. "She wouldn't have let us leave if he were still hungry." The dragon seemed to be willing to let Jamie pet him, although he wasn't arching up into his hand the way he would for Kitty. "Talk about a souvenir," Kitty added. "This is Fafnir's grandson, isn't it? Or do you think it's his granddaughter?"
". . . Huh. Y'know, I don't even know how to tell. Never sexed a dragon before. Lighter shade of purple than Fyrlaf was, but this one's a baby . . . face is about the same, though" Jamie considered the problem, then grinned mischievously. "We could always ask the anatomy teacher. I don't think Doc Bartlet's had enough weird in her life lately."
"No one can live here and fail to have a sufficiency of weird. You're right, though, that it would be pretty funny." She sighed. "I don't know how the teachers are going to react. This is hardly a kitten. It's not even an iguana like Frank."
Jamie chuckled. "And Doc McCoy really should've known better than to stick that line about the Monster Manual in the pet policy." He scooted over and put his free arm around Kitty's shoulders. "We'll figure something out. If nothing else, Fyrlaf was as smart as anybody--and apparently trickier than me--so we can probably say the little one here is a refugee looking for asylum instead of a pet."
The dragon grumbled when Jamie put his arm around Kitty but she ignored the little sound. "Well, we certainly can't just put him out. If anyone caught him they'd dissect him."
"Oh, definitely. No dissecting allowed. And there's no easy way to send him back to Asgard. He'll just have to stay with you, that's all there is to it. I can't imagine his father disapproving." Jamie kissed Kitty on the cheek, a quick peck. "It'll work out. Thought about a name yet?"
"Hmm? Oh, no, I haven't. No idea what would be appropriate," Kitty said, a little distracted by the growling that intensified when Jamie kissed her. "What do you think is up now? Did his dinner disagree with him, do you think?"
Jamie regarded the little dragon curiously. "No, I think I have competition, actually. Maybe I really should go get that shower . . ."
"Competition? What do you mean? You may be right, though, about the horse smell."
"Well, it seems like he's growling every time I get a little affectionate." Jamie grinned. "I think you have an admirer."
Kitty glanced between the dragon and her boyfriend. "That's silly," she said. "He's a dragon." At that the little dragon made a sort of 'feh' sound.
"Disa was a dwarf, and that didn't stop her, apparently." Jamie grinned at the dragon. "She's very silly sometimes, you'll notice. Can't fault your taste, though."
Kitty blushed brightly, scowling when the dragon looked up at Jamie and cooed. "Ok, that's enough. Go take a shower."
Jamie snickered. "Don't elope while I'm gone. What was it you told me? You're very easy to love, and I'm not the only one who knows."
"Sure, use my own words against me," Kitty said with a pout. "He probably only likes me cause I feed him."
Jamie brushed a quick kiss across the pout, shrugged apologetically at the dragon, and snagged his towel off the bedpost. "He doesn't seem to be sitting in Lorna's lap, though, does he?" he said, grinning, and closed the bathroom door.
Kitty stuck her tongue out at Jamie's back then sighed down at the dragon. "At least you're cuter than the guy from this summer," she said, going back to scratching the dragon as he resettled.
And so does Doug, and the dragon gets his name
Doug Ramsey had parted ways with reality a long time ago. As a matter of fact, it had probably been the day he had met Jamie Madrox and moved in across the hall from Alison Blaire, as he vaguely remembered telling Jamie that same day. Coma dreams and all that such. But still, it wasn't every day that you walked into your room to see your roommate's girlfriend holding an honest-to-god dragon in her lap.
Doug attempted to fake being blase, but that failed rather miserably. "Uh, Kit..." he said slowly. "Why do you have a dragon on your lap? And for that matter, where did you _get_ a dragon?"
Kitty looked up from the little dragon and half-smiled. "Hi Doug. Um... One of Jamie`s souvenirs from Asgard turns out to have been even more interesting than he thought, and the little guy`s in my lap because... Well... Jamie seems to think he`s got a crush on me." She couldn`t help the blush that spread at saying something which sounded so stupid.
Doug chuckled. "Oh, you mean the fire opal he got after punning with Fafnir's relative?" He blinked momentarily. "So it was really a dragon egg? Huh, looks like the dragon had the last laugh, I think." He looked around. "Speaking of the Clown Prince himself, where'd he disappear to? And have you guys settled on a name for him yet?"
"Yeah, that`s the one," Kitty sighed. "Why do these things happen to us?" she asked, rhetorically. "Jamie`s in the shower - the smell of the horses was getting to the dragon... and me. Heh. As for a name, no, I`ve no idea. I don`t even know how one would go about deciding on the name of a dragon. For all I know, he was hatched knowing his name already. Not that I could figure it out if he does."
Doug shrugged. "I don't much...okay, check that, I don't know _anything_ about dragons, but if the dragon that came to visit the dwarves could talk I would imagine that this one can too. Although perhaps baby dragons aren't born knowing how to speak. It's a very interesting question." Doug looked pensive before addressing the dragon itself. "Hello?" he asked tentatively in Asgardian, then switching to the Dwarven dialect he had maanged to pick up thanks to his power and hearing Jamie converse with the various dwarves they had seen in Asgard after meeting up.
The dragon opened it's eyes and considered Doug for a long moment. Eventually, it said, "Mer?" which seemed to mean, well, 'mer'. It was actually very like the sounds a baby human might make, only it was a dragon making them.
"I think he understands English, actually," Kitty said. "Or maybe he doesn't understand any language and just generally gets it when he's being addressed and food is being spoken of..." She grinned.
At the mention of food, the baby dragon perked up noticeably. "Mer!" it announced more forcefully. Doug chuckled. "I take it he's hungry a lot?" He leaned forward and skritched between the dragon's ears, smiling as it purred happily from all the attention. "Well, we're gonna have to come up with some sort of name, unless we just want to call him 'dragon' all the time..."
Kitty sighed. "Yes, he`s a right glutton. He`s only been out of his shell for..." She glanced at her watch. "About two hours, and he`s eaten everything that`s put in front of him. And now he wants more, don`t you?" She smiled affectionately down at the little dragon being petted. "A name would be good, yes. Got any ideas? I`m plum out of dragon names, since I don`t think he`d take well to Smaug." And indeed, the dragon`s tail flickered at this, wrapping around her wrist.
Doug scratched his head and shrugged. "I honestly can't come up with anything at the moment. Besides, as his 'mommy', I think it'd be better for you to come up with something." He grinned at Kitty.
That got a tongue stuck out in Doug's direction. "I am no one's 'Mommy', Douglas Ramsey. Really, you and Jamie have the strangest ideas." Almost as though in disagreement, the dragon's tail had not moved from where it was wrapped around Kitty's wrist.
Jamie toed the bathroom door open, settling his towel around his neck and tugging up his slightly-too-baggy sweatpants with his other hand. "Oh, hey, Doug." He grinned. "See you've met short, purple, and firebreathing? Y'know, they always warn you about free souvenirs you get in foreign countries . . ."
"We don't have any proof he can breath fire, do we?" Kitty asked, looking a little alarmed. "I think that would definitely no go over well with the Professor, or at least not with Mr. Marko."
"Well, his dad could." Jamie eyed the little dragon dubiously. "Got bored waiting for thirds on cow and sped that one up a little. And he did a little free smelting for the dwarves the next morning to say thanks for the hospitality. Maybe they don't learn that until puberty, though."
"Dragon puberty... Oh God. What am I getting myself into?" Kitty would have burried her head in her hands, but when she went to do it she felt a tug on the arm the dragon still had hold of. Looking at him she smiled. "How can a dragon make sad puppy dog eyes?" she asked.
"Defense mechanism." Doug nodded sagely. "All baby animals are unbearably cute. Even firebreathing dragons." He smiled and wiggled his fingers at the dragon. "So, no good name ideas, Kit?"
"No, I'm still stuck. Maybe I'm just too tired. Jamie? And ideas?"
Jamie eyed the dragon thoughtfully. "Well, he doesn't much look like a Smaug. And D&D dragons have kinda long consonant-heavy names with unnecessary apostrophes, I think we should avoid those. Maybe we should make a list of ideas?" An unidentifiable metal fragment tipped off the side of the desk as Jamie grabbed for a pad and pen, and he just managed to catch it before it crashed to the floor. He waggled it, grinning. "Hey, did I mention Mr. Summers has us taking apart busted Blackbird parts now? The last care package from Lockheed-Martin had some defectives, I'm surprised we haven't heard Haroun yelling."
"Honestly, I think giving him another dragon's name would be, I don't know, gauche or something," Kitty said.
The dragon, however, was watching Jamie. The sudden motion of the jet part falling had caught his attention, and he was staring at Jamie when the boy mentioned the work being done on the jet. Letting go of Kitty's arm he walked across her lap to sniff at the piece Jamie had caught and then sat up straight, nodding.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Kitty asked the dragon. "You want to be named 'Martin'?" It was just a joke, but when the dragon went 'meh' at her, and, honest to God, shook his head, Kitty stared. "I'm too tired for this, I think. He just shook his head at me, didn't he?"
Jamie watched the dragon carefully, extending the broken piece of jet engine, which it promptly grabbed in its forepaws. "Yeah he did . . . and actually, I think maybe he likes 'Lockheed.' Right, little guy?"
"MER!" was the dragon's enthusiastic response.
Jamie grinned. "Okay then. Looks like he's a Lockheed." He set the part back down on the desk and tapped Kitty on the nose. "And you, my dearest love, look beat. Go get to bed." He eyed the dragon. "Lockheed, I'm counting on you to keep her safe."
Kitty stuck her tongue out at Jamie this time. "Yeah, yeah. Play it up, bucko. Clearly I need a dragon to protect me from the white knight. But you're right, I need sleep. And so, I think does the little guy. Lockheed." She smiled down at the dragon, who cooed at her. "Good night guys," she said, giving Jamie a quick kiss before scooping up Lockheed (still holding his jet part 'treasure') and heading next door.
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Date: 2004-10-02 10:19 pm (UTC)They are so... there isn't a word. ;)
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Date: 2004-10-02 10:21 pm (UTC)Alison would enjoy this way too much.
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Date: 2004-10-02 10:22 pm (UTC)Alison is an evil, evil woman. We loves her. ;)
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Date: 2004-10-02 10:23 pm (UTC)Dude. The chance to tease 'Yana the unflappable? Bwah. *purrs*
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Date: 2004-10-02 10:26 pm (UTC)*grins* She's having an... interesting reaction to Lockheed, to say the least.
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Date: 2004-10-02 10:30 pm (UTC)