Dragon Child is a series of short "vignettes" written by my foster mom, Aislinn Graves, and myself (MavenAlysse).
The concept began when we read a Due South story entitled "Diefenbaker's Day" where the entire story was done from the animal's point of view.
This got us to thinking about what kinds of pets our favorite characters might have.
And thus, Dragon Child was born.
Now - these are fluff pieces (for obvious reasons, I mean, Dragon Child is such a little bitty thing). Nothing earth shattering occurs in them.
So sit back, relax, and enjoy. :)
Hi, As Maven told you this series was inspired by Laura's story. I also wanted to write a few stories where Peter DOESN'T get hurt. So much fan fiction is deadly grim, so it has been a lot of fun writing something uplifting and just pure fluff. Being a pet of cats myself, I have endeavored to bring out the pure fun of having a cat in the house. I hope you enjoy these stories. Feedback is always appreciated. ( actually it's more of a craving. :-) So write us and let us know what you think.
Each story is a "chapter":
It was a Dark and Stormy Night :by MavenAlysse and Aislinn
Of Caring and Names:by MavenAlysse
Attack of the Warm Fuzzy: by Aislinn
Dynamite Comes in Small Packages: by MavenAlysse and Aislinn
Trouble in Paradise: by MavenAlysse and Aislinn
Ninja Cat : by MavenAlysse and Aislinn
All stories copyright 1999
This is a story that used to be on an old geocities site that became defunct several years ago – I rediscovered it, did some minimal editing, and decided to re-post it onto .
It was a Dark and Stormy Night
Dragon Child #1
It was a Dark and Stormy Night
by: Firecatt and MavenAlysse
Peter Caine left Delancy's close to closing time. An icy deluge instantly plastered his hair to his scalp. One hand clasped his collar closed while the other fished for his keys. Dashing towards his car, he froze at a commotion in the alley. *crash, rattle, smash*
A yowl had him running, gun pulled, eyes and ears straining to penetrate through the dark and rain. "Hello?" He maneuvered down the alley, using a small keychain light to illuminate the path. There was a flash of lightning, followed by a crashing *boom!* 'Damn,' he thought. 'That was close.'
His attention was drawn towards the back corner. A large grayish dog was rutting about in the garbage, a low growling could just be made between thunderclaps. Peter started to put away his weapon, feeling a bit sheepish.
The dog gave a fierce bark and a small dark figure broke away from the shadows and streaked like lightning towards the startled detective. It raced up his leg and dived into the sanctuary of his jacket before Peter could even blink.
The dog turned, and launched itself towards Peter. Instinctively, Peter retaliated with a snap-kick, catching the dog in the chin. With a howl and puzzled shake of it's head, the dog raced out of the alley.
Pinpricks drew his attention back to the problem at hand. With an oath, he reached into his jacket searching for the intruder. Fingers contacted wet fur. Tiny needle sharp teeth contacted fingers. "Son of a ... !" He snatched his hand away, shaking out the pain.
"Okay, you, out of there, now!" Steeling himself, he reached back in and pulled out a handful of the most bedraggled looking kitten he'd ever seen.
Tiny fear-filled eyes gazed into his own. "Mew?" the kitten cried.
With a sigh, Peter placed the kitten down on the floor. "Go on, now. Go home." He took a few steps away, then, "Merrw?"
Peter glanced back. The tiny black kitten was near the garbage can, nudging something and mewling piteously. In another flash of lightning, Peter could just make out the shattered form of an adult cat lying in a heap. The kitten nuzzled its mother and Peter's heart ached for it. Unaware he was doing so, he knelt beside the body and checked for a pulse he knew didn't exist.
The kitten turned from its mother and began nuzzling at Peter's fingers, giving tiny licks and mewling deep in its throat. "Oh, no. No, I don't have time for this." But he sounded pretty unconvincing, even to himself. He picked up the tiny thing and brought it closer to his face. It stared back at him, emerald green eyes latching unto his own hazel. With another sigh, he glanced around at the alley, bringing the kitten up to cuddle beneath his chin. "Can't just leave ya here." The cat mewed again. "Ya wouldn't last very long, now would ya?" The kitten gave his chin a tiny lick. "Well, I guess I can look after you. At least until we can find you a proper home. Right?" The kitten began to purr and Peter resigned himself to having a pet.