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There Be Dragons, Harry	By : Scioneeris Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58400 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 27
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See first chapter for disclaimers/warnings/summaries.

RECAP: Theo decided to get breakfast on the way to the health Clinic in and it ended with a chat between Harry/Charlie/Theo with not quite as much talking as there could have been. Harry's circle has now reached the clinic, Theo still has a horrible headache and and Quinn has wakened from his healing sleep to find Bharin waiting for him. Quinn mother was so worried, she sent for his Sire and Father, but before Quinn can meet them, he is 'ported away by Kyle's frantic call.

NEVARAH : HEALTH CLINIC

Sleep was the natural cure for regenerating magic, so technically, Theo couldn't fault him, but it didn't soothe his ruffled scales in the least. A tendril of pain skittered through his head and stabbed hard.

He grimaced and mentally reminded himself to keep the expression from lingering on his face. Charlie would most likely call him out on it.

Theo needn't have bothered. Charlie saw anyway.

"Theo?" Charlie's voice was mild, testing. It held the whispers of disapproval and a hint concern.

"It is fine." Theo winced, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes for a moment. He dug them in until he saw sparks of light at the edge of his vision. "Bloody headache." He swallowed the rest of the impolite sentence that blistered on the edge of his tongue and let his hands fall back into his lap. It was far more than a headache, but he told himself that he'd dealt with worse. He had, surely. He merely could not remember when. It was only a matter of time for now and once their appointment began, he knew that the sharp-eyed Quinn would be sure to rectify his misery in short order.

"Headache potion?" Charlie suggested, he stood to the side of the transportation pads where they'd materialized in the clinic. He didn't notice that his posture was defensive to shielding his new Alpha in addition to his death grip on the sleeping Harry in his arms. He also didn't have any idea where he'd find a headache potion or whether he ought to leave Harry with Theo in the Alpha's present state. "Do they have those here for in between appointments? Is that alright?"

"Check-in first." Theo groaned. Charlie's rapid-fire questions did not help his condition any. "And yes, they do, but you have to find a nurse or an assistant to ask for it and I'd probably need it spiked."

"Spiked?"

"Blood." Theo said, tersely. He'd rather have the potion spiked with the blood of one of his mates, but their current conditions have nixed that idea. He hoped that Quinn or Kyle was nearby, as healers, they would be raised on a strict diet and exercise regimen of sorts and their blood would be undoubtedly pure. Wearily, he extended a hand to Charlie, prompting the necessary transfer of information.

"Oh." Charlie fell silent, remembering a discussion from before on the necessity of blood and the properties it held in mated circles. Theo's condition would be helped, if he had a little of Harry's blood—well, a little more—Charlie amended, Theo had taken a mouthful or so, earlier, but that was mostly for the sake of calming Harry than for his own good. The redhead stifled a sigh. Why did he always find himself saddled with the stubborn ones? "Can you wait until then?"

"Not like I have a choice." Theo growled.

Charlie rolled his eyes, grateful that the shorter man couldn't see him. He had experience dealing with younger siblings who pretended they were perfectly fine when they were not as well as a decent history of dragons who were the poorest of patients when it came to magical creatures. Well, unless they were horribly sick and then they were downright nasty. He found himself wondering if the same was true for Dragels. Theo was certainly lining himself up for the comparison "Is there anything I can do to help?" He tried to push the patience into his voice that otherwise was not there.

Theo blinked a few times and then rolled his head to the side before giving a sigh. "Sorry. No. I will be fine. We need to stop by the desk and have these punched." He produced the green appointment cards gifted to them the day before.

"Then stand in line?" Charlie huffed. "You look awful."

"Thank you, Charlie." Theo said, dryly. A flicker of his usual humor showed through. "This way." He led them out from the transportation rooms and followed some of the others towards the lobby, taking a place in line to the registration desk.

Mimei was not in charge this morning. Rather, it was a very disgruntled Madam Olivia. Her hawk-like-eyes roved over Harry's sleeping form, a calculating look in their darkened depths. She glowered at the mismatched trio and punched in the proffered cards. "Your appointment has been shifted down two hours."

"Two hours?" Charlie's eyebrows danced upwards. "What happened?"

Theo elbowed him. "Two hours is fine."

"You're now too early." The Matron said, primly.

"Being early is never a crime." Theo returned. He took the cards back and tucked them into a safe pocket. "Thank you."

The sour look on the Matron's face remained as she waved a hand towards the glass door. "A Gheyo will appear to escort you to the proper waiting space." She parroted, before she turned away. "Next?"

Charlie moved silently behind Theo, chancing a glance at Harry's relaxed face. At least one of them was resting and peacefully too, if the lack of distinct worry wrinkles on Harry's face was anything to go by. Charlie figured that the food and their, ah, other activities, had successfully tired their Sub for the time being. He didn't mind though. He had energy to spare and he certainly had no objections to carrying Harry's slight form to their next destination.

The door slid open and Mimei stepped out, preening her half-claws as she approached. A flicker of surprise showed in her pointed features before she turned to look over her shoulder. The next approaching Gheyo was the pink-eyed, dark-haired youth from yesterday.

Wikhn. Theo recalled, belatedly. He leaned to the side, searching for the familiar face of the young woman who had escorted them previously. The strong lady warrior with the very obvious scar. Dahlia. He could not see her anywhere. He watched as Meimei spoke politely to a group breaking out from the line. They followed her back through the door as Wikhn arrived.

His pink-eyed glare—more of a rather dark pink—was very out of place on the scowling face, but his eyes found what they sought when they landed immediately on Theo and company. "Oh." He grunted. "It's you three." He gave a slight jerk of his head for them to follow.

Charlie exchanged a glance with Theo. "Er, excuse me, but Dahlia-"

"-isn't here today." Wikhn said, brusquely. "So please remember that I have a shorter temper than most. If you would be so kind?" He stood back and gestured toward the door as it slid open. A moment later, he filed in after them and quickened his step until he led the trio.

"Is Dahlia alright?" Theo inquired, politely. He adjusted his gait to compensate for the shorter Gheyo's quick steps.

Wikhn's head snapped around to study the young Alpha for a moment and then he inclined his head. "You may recall that Matron Olivia had words with us last night, yes?"

"I'd say that was more than words." Charlie frowned. "Is she always like that?"

"I have yet to know a time when she was not." Wikhn said, smoothly. He tapped in a code at the end of the hallway and it opening up into the large waiting room where they'd been ushered the day before.

Today now, the lines were long and there was a pleasant hum of chatter in the air, and other Gheyos walking about in full indoor dragel form. Patients chattered with each other and there were various nurses and assistants flitting out from the examination rooms to carry news or request new information.

In the midday feel, the white room was brighter and more cheerful than it had ever seemed the day before. It also appeared to be much larger than Charlie could recall.

Wikhn led them to a quieter spot in the room along the far side wall and gestured towards a pair of armless sofas. "Two-hour wait?" He prompted.

Theo nodded and then grimaced as if the movement cost him more than he wanted to share.

Charlie immediately took the left side of the sofa and eased Harry onto the expanse to his right. Theo took the right side, allowing Harry's feet to press against his thigh as Harry curled up, his head in Charlie's lap. A somewhat contented sigh slipped past the brunette's lips. Charlie managed a smile at that. He hoped Harry was having good dreams, if nothing else.

Magenta eyes tracked the expression and then the change in features. "Headache?" He prompted, taking a seat on the ground, cross-legged, his back to them.

"Something like that." Theo frowned. He contemplated whether he could handle tilting his head back or not. Since he'd entered the clinic it was as if all fragile strands of his control had snapped. He simply felt too strung out. "Nothing to worry about."

"Of course." Wikhn shot back, calmly. "Potion or blood?"

Charlie blinked. "Blood?"

"I can procure a potion from Healer Naber's stocks, but if you are agreeable to blood, I would be happy to assist."

Theo stared at the Gheyo's back in pure disbelief. "Pardon?" He managed, faintly.

Wikhn's head swiveled around to look at them over his shoulder. His sword had been unhooked from his waist and laid carefully across his knees, precisely balanced. His movements did not upset it. "I am from the Military circle headed and honed by her ladyship the honored Paielda, Lady Pai requires all of us to be on a very strict schedule and diet not so dissimilar to that of a standard healer." He inclined his head. "She rules with a heavy hand and a full heart. My blood is clean and checked by her ladyship and Quinn, on a regular basis. I would offer it freely in Dahlia's stead."

"For Dahlia's sake?" Charlie looked from Wikhn to Theo. He didn't follow that at all.

"Dahlia is my Ace," Wikhn said, simply. "My superior," he added, at the look of confusion on Charlie's face. "And if she were here, she would offer her own without a second thought. Her bloodlines are stronger than mine, but that is due to her parentage. I am covering all of her patients in addition to my own, today. She has always been generous to them."

"Lady Pai or Matron Olivia?" Theo shifted to lean forward. This he had to know. To simply offer blood to a stranger—especially being of the Gheyo class—was very unusual. Then again, his conversations with Dahlia had been rather unusual in their own way. He wanted to know who would be disturbed by this exchange.

"Both." Wikhn smiled, thinly, showing gleaming, delicate fangs. "Though perhaps, her ladyship would allow me an explanation first and your headache is so loud, if regulations did not necessitate my close proximity to you, I would be standing over there." Wikhn pointed to the farthest corner of the room. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Perhaps I should simply find the potion, yes? I did not mean to make you uncomfortable with my offer."

Theo's golden eyes squeezed shut. "N-no. That's fine. Potion would take too long. Blood's fine. Sorry. Not thinking straight." He grimaced.

A look of concern flickered over Wikhn's face and he exchanged it with Charlie before he slung his sword over his back and let it hang there. He then unbuttoned one shirt cuff and rolled up the sleeve to bare his pale wrist. "I will cast a few wards, if you will."

"Of course." Theo mumbled.

Charlie frowned.

Wikhn gave a faint nod. A shimmer of magic moved between them, a possible ward to contain the scent and provide a semblance of privacy for the act. The young Gheyo then, he drew a dagger from the folds of his tunic and made a quick slash over the appropriate area. "No fangs." He warned, but held out his bleeding wrist. "I don't like them and I react badly. You shouldn't need too much though and I bleed easily enough."

Theo's golden eyes burned black as he caught the sight and scent of blood.

Charlie immediately whisked Harry's feet off of the Alpha's lap as Theo all but fell on Wikhn's wrist, greedily sucking away. He shared another worried frown with Wikhn who only shook his head, as if to say 'not now'.

It was several minutes before Theo finally eased away, relief coloring his features and a hint of pink returning.

Wikhn merely touched the knife blade to the cut and whispered the words to heal the wound. He unrolled the sleeve and rebuttoned the cuff, his magenta eyes tracking Theo's careful, jerky movements. "Something is wrong with you," he said, bluntly.

Theo smiled, wanly. "How good of you to notice."

They sat comfortably and mostly silent for the greater half of the two-hour waiting period. They were twenty minutes away in the queue, Harry having roused himself in the past five minutes. He sat up with a cute, sleepy yawn, cuddling close to Charlie for the warmth that his Beta fairly radiated.

There was less stress in his pale features and he seemed content to remain where he was, with no fuss at all. In fact, he poked Theo's thigh with one foot, when the distracted Alpha seemed too preoccupied to pay attention to him.

"Thee-oh…?" Harry wrinkled his nose, taking a few experimental sniffs. His brow furrowed, but he mentally pushed the puzzle away.

Theo sidled closer at that and they comfortably squashed Harry between them. The green-eyed brunet made no comment to that, but he did offer a sleepy smile for Theo's bright golden gaze. "Wuinn?" Harry slurred, his head lolling back to rest on Charlie's available shoulder, eyes already half-lidded. He was caught halfway between the realms of dreams and wakefulness.

"Quinn?" Theo repeated, translating. "Twenty minutes according to the cards." He took Harry's hand in his and squeezed lightly.

Harry smiled, the expression now bittersweet as the rest of his thoughts and wits caught up to him. "Think he'll fix me?"

"Can't fix what's not broken." Charlie said, firmly. He pressed a kiss to the top of Harry's head. "We are not going to go through this unless you are awake." He poked Harry's side. "You remind me of a dragon's mood swings during mating season."

Harry winked open one eye to stare up at him. His brow furrowed helpfully and then he managed to form a sentence. "Where are you going to work?"

"What?" Charlie blinked.

Theo gave a snort from his side of the duo. "I have no objections to your keeping your present employment," he drawled. "You are more than welcome to do as you like."

"Er, thanks." Charlie bit his lip. "I think."

Harry kicked Theo as best as he could from his curled up position.

Theo merely squeezed his hand in reply.

"Kyle?" Harry perked up as the harried assistant hurtled by. "Kyle!"

The forest-green haired head whipped around so fast that Harry flinched backwards. A moment later, a smile broke out on the young man's face and Kyle snapped off a quick salute. "Just a sec," he beamed. "And a moment to you to, Naber's!" He shouted over one shoulder.

There was an answering grumble from somewhere, followed immediately by several growls from all the Gheyo's present and Wikhn glared at him.

"Sorry, sorry!" Kyle held up his hands in a peace offering. "But seriously, I am not his personal servant!"

Wikhn snorted.

"I'm serious!" Kyle retorted. "I've been running about all morning to his every whim and Airelle knows he's not a tenth the healer that his mother thinks he is." He trotted over to the trio and skirted around Wikhn's pale, seated form. "Harry, right? Hey there, how you feeling today? Get some good sleep? You look pretty comfortable." His tone was light and friendly, almost coaxing.

Harry managed a grin at that. It was hard not to when Kyle was smiling so brightly. "Kinda." He shrugged. He did not want to talk about himself right now. "What's going on? Who's Nabers?"

"Huh?" Kyle blinked. "Oh, that." He wrinkled his nose. "Naber's is a conceited, self-centered, arrogant-" Wikhn's hand flashed out and a knife blade gleamed faintly within. "Right, right." Kyle huffed. "Nabers is a jerk." He said, bluntly. His glower flickered to Wikhn. "I'm allowed to say that much, aren't I?"

Wikhn merely tucked the knife back into the shadowy folds of his overtunic.

"Quinn's been out for the morning and even though he's due, I don't know that Mama would let him come. He was in quite a bad way last night. I think, if it wasn't so bad, Bharin would probably wallop some sense into him." Kyle snickered. "Then again, Quinn's always been good at talking his way out of that sort of thing."

"Talking?" Theo said, mildly.

Kyle snickered again. "Trust me. He can say more without speaking than some people could with a whole dictionary." He stretched his arms forward and rotated one shoulder. "Ah, that's better." He sighed. "I usually work exclusively with him, mostly for the, you know," he gestured to his head. "But when he's not around, I have to work with some of the others and well." He shrugged.

"And some of them must have bred with trolls as it sickens me to think why they have yet to perish from their own stupidity!" Wikhn growled.

Kyle's soft brown eyes grew wide. He blinked once, twice and then grinned. "Nice one, Wik. I didn't think you had it in you."

The magenta eyes darkened a few shades and one pale, sharp-nailed claw twitched toward the sheathed sword.

"Sheesh. Sorry!" Kyle's hands flew up again in the motion of surrender. "It was a compliment, I didn't mean anything by it. I am neutral." He scowled. "You're on a short leash." His brow furrowed. "And generally, you're not. Do you need to grab something?"

"What?"

"Do. You. Need. Something?" Kyle spelled it out with deliberate seriousness, the mirth leaving his face. "I am serious. Right now. Answer me."

"I am-"

The brown eyes narrowed. "How long have you been sitting here?"

"I'm fine."

"That is not what I asked. Go find something to snack on and take ten. I'll sit here for you."

"I am not going to-"

"If you give me some kind of junk about duty and honor and loyalty, I will wipe the floor with you!" Kyle snapped. He was on his feet, glowering down at the pale young man. "Your eyes were a perfect, pink shade this morning. You're a few winks away from blood red. Go!"

"M'fine." Wikhn protested, rebelliously, one last time, even as he shifted to his feet and slouched his shoulders forward.

A spark of white-golden energy leapt to Kyle's fingertips. He spun it into a little ball. "Yes, yes, and I couldn't care less how long Nabers waits for me, because I am only there to be his personal towel holder." Kyle rolled his eyes. "Go, now!"

The dark Gheyo skittered off without another comment.

Charlie gave a low whistle of admiration. "Could you really best him?"

Kyle grinned. "Most likely. He's sprained a few things in training and I happen to know which 'things' he sprained." The grin upped a few watts. "Fighting dirty probably wouldn't do me any favors though. Wik's a vicious viper when he's a mind to, injured just makes him a lot worse."

"Is he always like that?"

"Mm? Wik? Heavens, no. He's mild as a peach. Downright dirty in a cage fight, but that's his type. He's Fae you know, dark fae, the battle bloodlust and all that. Makes him temperamental every now and again." Kyle rolled his head in a neat circle, a few audible pops sounding from the movement. "He's got some elemental control, but I've never seen him use it. Dahlia usually keeps him in line though, you've nothing to worry about. He looks up to her. Makes sense as she's his Ace, I s'pose." Kyle frowned. "You don't have anything against Fae, do you? Because I rather like Wik." This was said rather bluntly, and again the humor vanished from the generally easy-going medic.

"It's fine." Charlie said hurriedly. "I don't think either of us have a problem wi-with."

"Fae are—not an issue." Theo managed to get out. He had found himself sitting leaned sideways, his head lolling on Charlie's available shoulder. His eyes fluttered open and shut.

"Good. Because I'd hate to ruin a potential friendship over something as stupidly mindless as prejudice." Kyle fixed both of them with a look. "I ought to mention that my father was Fae, that might explain my, ah, point of interest." He sighed. "Anyhow, Wik's good. Nothing to worry about. As I said, with Dahlia around, she's a good, calming influence to most of us here. A general voice of reason, almost like an angel."

"Right." Charlie hesitated. His blue eyed gaze flickered towards the half-snoozing Theo and he tried to catch the medic's eye.

Kyle gave a wry smile and winked. "He'll be fine." He mouthed, as not to upset the young Alpha. The little white-gold ball of energy leapt from his hands and circled around Theo's bent head, before silently melting into the resting figure.

"Make way, make way! Emergency!" Frantic shouts and yells threw the entire waiting room into a frenzied panic. "Call for all open healers, call for all open healers! On floor, on site, now!"

The scent of blood, thick and heavy, permeated the air as running footsteps announced the ones coming through. Every Gheyo present immediately drew their weapons and backed all patients to the walls, calling forth the Pareyas from examining rooms or other waiting areas in the clinic, to protect their respective circles.

The interruption turned out to be an exhausted young man, with thick, honey-gold hair and vivid brown eyes, covered liberally from the front to his thighs in rich, red blood. He stumbled into the newly cleared waiting room and leaned forward, bracing on his knees to catch his breath. "It's a girl! Eight years!" He screamed out, "hurry! Something went wrong, I don't know what, she's exploded and it's too much—she's too young and" he doubled over with a gasp of agony.

"Stay!" Kyle hissed, throwing a dark, warning glare at Harry and company before he bolted forward to where nurses and assistants were carefully peeking out of the examination room doorways. "Healers? Is there an open healer?" Kyle called. He wondered why there hadn't been any answers to the summons given yet, but He jogged to the center of the room and quickly whisked the pained young man aside. "Injuries your own?"

"Nay. Just a…cramp." The blond winced.

"Liar." Kyle murmured. Expert fingers poked and prodded in all the right places, taking note of the expression on the young man's face. "Cracked ribs?" He spun another miniature ball of white and gold energy on his fingertips.

"Three, possibly." He winced again. "Please, help her. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine for now. I've had worse. Someone must help her. I didn't know—this is the closest-"

"Mmhm. Quiet." Kyle's brown eyes flared with a hint of green a spark of energy leapt from him to the young man. He ran a finger down the blood-stained shirt and it parted beneath his spell. It hung in the way still and the Medic immediately torched it. "Name?" He inquired. "My name is Medic Kyle and I'm going to help you, alright? Everything will be fine. Now tell me, where is this little one? I can smell the blood and it worries me."

"Ariki." He breathed a sigh of relief as the healing magic sank beneath his skin with a soothing coolness. He winced as he felt it knitting together bone, muscle and more. "That's better. Thank you. She should be right here. Name's Meg."

"Meg? Alright, that's good. Very good. Now tell me, what's happened with Meg? Was there an accident? Are there more involved?" Kyle broke the stare to throw another garbled shout over his shoulder, a mouthful of pure dragel-speak. There were a few answering angry chatters to which, he glowered. "Not you idiots!" he snapped at the patients. "Get them out of here! Take them to the other waiting rooms!" Kyle barked. "Clear this floor, now!"

The Gheyos hurried to comply.

Ariki shuddered. "She's fluxing." He explained, leaning gingerly against the cold, white wall, with Kyle's help. "Something at the flight ranges, I don't know what happened. She crashed into me and I had to—to do something-"

A painful, agonized screech ripped through the building.

They brought Meg into the waiting room.

Meg turned out to be a young, eight-year-old girl, whose body twisted and writhed as her true Dragel form struggled to contain and restrain itself.

It was a grotesque, bloodied form of half-human girl and too-fragile, oversized dragon wings, tail and a claw. It took four attendants to levitate her through the hallway and into the waiting room, where she continued to fight against the magic binding her and trying to help her.

Kyle paled significantly as he took in the color of her face and the state of her transformation. He immediately sent off one of the freed attendants to find a child healer and someone with transformation experience. They'd be sorely needed.

The forest green hair stuck up every which way as Kyle raked his hands through it, before summoning a pair of fresh gloves from a nearby room. He donned them at once and began to cast a series of wards, allowing the attendants to help him.

"Meg? Meg, can you hear me? My name is Medic Kyle and I'm here to help." Kyle soothed. "Please don't fight the transformation, alright? Everything will be fine. Don't fight the transformation. Let it out, we have plenty of room for it, alright? Meg?"

Her frightened whimpers and cries tugged at the heartstrings of those still being escorted out.

Charlie remained perfectly still, one broad arm having already moved up to grip Theo tightly around the shoulders. The young Alpha woke with eerie stillness, his golden eyes sweeping over the nearly emptied room, before narrowing and darkening.

"What's happening?" Harry shifted, uncomfortably in his spot sandwiched between the two of them. Charlie had immediately shifted him from the 'outside' to the 'inside' the moment Kyle had left.

"Botched transformation." Theo said, at last.

"Is that—possible?" Charlie frowned. "I thought you said nothing happened until the inheritance."

"N-no, I didn't say that." Theo shook his head. "I said that most of the time, nothing happens until the inheritance. Some children manifest their dragel attributes at a far younger age than expected. Some children are born as dragons and may not change until years later." He shrugged. "It is complicated. Do not ask me to explain what cannot possibly be realistically explained."

Harry blinked. "So she'll be fine?"

Theo frowned. One had come up to cover his mouth and nose, before he nudged Charlie. "Scent ward. Put up something to stop the-" he grimaced.

"Theo!" Charlie frowned at him.

"Hurry!"

The redhead retrieved his wand and quickly waved it about in the necessary motions to throw up a little bubble to prevent the smell of blood and panic from filtering through to their little corner. "Theodore!"

"Not now." Theo growled. "She'll be fine, Harry."

Emerald eyes suddenly fixed on him. "Don't lie, Theo." Harry said, softly. "That's a lot of blood."

The golden gaze flickered away. "It is. But she's in the middle of a clinic that should be more than equipped for an emergency like this and I'm sure there's a child healer on hand. She should be fine."

"Should be." Harry repeated.

"Harry?" Charlie tugged him into an awkward one-armed hug. "Don't think about it right now, okay?" He looked over the brunet's head to see the frantic attendants scurrying about at Kyle's orders. He wondered, briefly, why there weren't any other healers coming to his aid.

The dragon tamer continued to watch as the girl's body spasmed and fluxed as it tried to shift from one incomplete form to another. The final blow came with a horrible screech and a terrible shudder, leaving a tiny, scaled human form lying limp upon the ground, with great, thrashing wings filling up nearly the entire room.

Kyle continued to shout out orders left and right, while others scurried to listen.

"Where are the others?" Harry's hands fisted in his lap. He let Charlie hold him for the moment and tried not to look. He couldn't help, even though he wanted. "Why isn't anyone else coming?"

"Don't know." Charlie muttered. A restless feeling curled through him as he watched the still fighting creature, now more massive dragon than little girl. Something twisted in his stomach as he watched two of the attendants slinking away.

"Charlie." Theo's voice was low and controlled. "Stop watching it."

"It?" Harry nearly exploded. "It's a girl! A little girl!" He lurched forward, even as Charlie hurriedly released his grip on Theo to lock him into a hug. "Charlie, lemme go!"

"No." Charlie tightened his grip. "No," he repeated, calmer. "Bad timing, Harry. I don't think you can help right now. You're not in any state to help either, are you?"

"I-!"

"Are you?" Charlie pinned him with a look. "You know how your magic is right now and I probably know more about healing than you would. I'm sitting here. We'd only be in the way if we interfered."

"There isn't going to be any interfering." Theo ground out. He drew his knees up to his chest in an uncharacteristically childlike way. "Just stay. That's what Kyle said." He leaned forward to rest his forehead on his knees.

"We can't just sit here!" Harry protested. He gave an experimental wiggle.

Charlie frowned. "Harry."

"There has to be something!" Harry nibbled on his lip. "Can't you do something? Theo?"

"NmmMmm." There was an unintelligible mumble from Theo's hunched form.

"Theo?" Harry's worry shifted gears. "Theo, what's wrong?"

Charlie resisted the urge to roll his eyes and smack both of his mates. It was difficult. He dearly wanted to. "Theo is being twice as stubborn as you." He informed his armful. "As such, I cannot help him right now and-"

Harry stopped wriggling. He froze as the weight of Charlie's words registered. "Charlie. Is he okay?"

"M'fine." Theo whispered.

But Harry didn't believe him at all. Theo looked anything but fine.

A/N: Hi everyone! For those of you who didn't follow the whole giant Kalzik family bit, it's a brother-sister holiday at the Kalzik house and Quinn forgot that when he was heading out to see his mother. His magic came back while he was with his older siblings, Alejandro and Dyshoka and he felt Kyle call for him, so he 'ported out. Anyway, some Quinn/Charlie coming up and Quinn/Harry. Thanks for reading! Also, I am currently in the process of moving right now, so sorry for the short chapter!

PlusEncore--yes, Quinn is going to be in Harry's circle, but his romancing/recruitment into said circle is going to be more difficult than Theo and Charlie, as especially as Quinn is currently acting as his personal healer and a relationship right now wouldn't fit in regulations. ;) But yes, there will be some adorable(and much needed!) cuddle times with Quinn and Harry in the future. Both mated and not.

qwerty--Thank you! I'm glad the Quinn family chapter went over well. It was loads of fun to write and Quinn has a crazy family. :)

HeartStar--It's great to be back. :) Thank you! Enjoy the new chapter!

Jan--She's not too scary, you are right, it's because she cares that the others are "worried", Quinn especially, as he knows that worrying her means at the very least, a good scolding. ;) This chappy showed some of what's going on with Kyle, he can't handle the emergency on his own, as he's a Medic and Quinn is a full fledged Healer, he's calling for him, because no one else is responding and he needs help "now". Quinn is dedicated and loyal to his healing arts and even though his magic has just returned, he doesn't hesitate to 'port directly to Kyle, the minute he can. :) I'm hoping to get a second chapter out this week and we'll see some of what's happening to Theo and Harry and everyone. :)

unneeded--It is kind of complicated, isn't it? It's more like learning a dance where the steps change a bit as everyone comes into their inheritances and powers, etc, and then it settles. Quinn's life was settled as an Alpha, until his 16 bday where he got into the fight that took his voice and now for the past 8 years, his family's been readjusting to him, etc. It's tricky, but they all love him in their own way. ;)

~Scion--Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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