Law And Order - Series Fan Fiction ❯ I Am Dragon! Hear Me... Roar ? ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )

Title: “I Am Dragon! Hear Me… Roar?”

 

Pairings: Det. E. Stabler/Doc. G. Huang

 

TV Series: Law & Order - SVU containing bit of CSI-NY, with a touch of CSI-Miami (only in relation to The Dragon Chronicles), perhaps a tangent into “Bones”

 

Disclaimer: Law & Order plus all other TV series mentioned within this story belong to the creators and geniuses that first had the guts to put them on the air. I make no money from this and in no way is this story copied from any other.

 

This story is not based on any actual events, although parts may be inspired by news stories that exist in the world. I am researching for earlier inspiring cases rather than recent ones in order to prevent anyone from feeling violated by any possible similarities.

 

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Inspiration: “The Dragon Chronicles” by Tiffany F. I acknowledge her genius for coming up with a unique species to “our” human world and the storyline that it follows. It is a huge x-over that involves: CSI, CSI-Maimi, CSI-NY, NCIS, Supernatural, Numb3rs (& possibly more).

 

If you need to know history for this story please look to her wonderful series called “The Dragon Chronicles” found at either of the following links: www.cathandnick.com/csi-f/viewseries.php?seriesid=6 OR www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/series.php?Seriesid=306 .

 

I don't expect it to be linked to her “Chronicles”, but understand that this is related, but is considered AU (alternate) to her fantastic universe. There will be mention of the Dragon Communities that she has created (Maimi & the NYDC, maybe a touch of LA), but again I must be clear that this story is AU to Tiffany F's original tale. This story is written with the permission of the author of “The Dragon Chronicles”.

 

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Summary: Elliot is an un-Changed Dragon, but he doesn't know that. Too many things have happened in recent years and the most prominent, DIVORCE. Someone from the SVU knows about Dragons and he was quite shocked to have seen them working as part of the central CSI Unit of New York, another colleague doesn't know how his life will change because of it.

 

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Chapter One

 

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“In the criminal justice system, sexually based crimes are considered especially heinous. In New York City the dedicated detectives who investigate this vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories.”

(Voice of…) Dr. George Huang, FBI Profiler Consultant

 

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Detective John Munch was surprised to see Dragons in New York. Well, truthfully they were working for the main CSI Unit of New York, helping the humans and solving cases. He was surprised that they were helping humans, because from some of the things he had read, they weren't apt to be social or helpful.

 

However, he wasn't surprised to know about them because his family had a vast underground library hidden in the `sticks' somewhere in Athens, Maine.

 

It was something that he'd inherited from his grandfather when he was a child. A tradition that began a long time ago with his four times great-grandfather. That man had collected many works from around the world and charged his family to always maintain and preserve it or else lose everything.

 

Fortunately there was always someone in the family that loved books and knowledge, plus anything to do with the written word. Munch inherited the library directly from his grandfather because father and father's brothers were not interested in it.

 

His uncles' children had no interest either, except maybe for the potential income from selling the older works. They were all more interested in capturing “The American Dream” then in preserving their four times great-grandfather's quest to preserve knowledge.

 

His own grandfather was uncanny and had actually used most of his meager income to create a building that had modern (for the time) environmental controls for the books. He was a very smart man because he was partially an engineer and partially an electrician. He knew what he wanted and went for it.

 

Munch had loved the private instruction that he received at the hands of the old man. The library was a thing of marvel and therefore it took some time for John Munch to come to terms with its contents and find a balance of reading and learning versus his daily working life.

 

He wanted to be useful and didn't want to live his entire life in that basement. His grandfather understood the need to be a `working man' so he encouraged John to find his niche in the world, but to always remember the legacy that he had been given charge of.

 

He booked his time off selectively for this weekend in order to return to that wondrous house with its basement secret. He needed to brush up on his knowledge because now it seemed that there was a rash of Dragons around and in his city.

 

Seems like that internationally sensational story on news was true and that a Dragon had been spotted in Seattle. Actually more than one, if the reporters were to be believed because they had reported that there was also a black one in the same area when the red one was spotted.

 

He was currently driving on the I-95 and heading towards West Athens, Maine. He needed his books and seriously needed them now.

 

Thoughts were whirring about in his head and they had nothing to do with the current case that they had been working on non-stop for three days now. They all needed a break and had taken their time off at different intervals in order to be able to come back to it with `fresh eyes'.

 

However, his were now turned to one of his colleagues and friend. Detective Elliot Stable had been exhibiting the signs for a while now. It looked like he was an un-Changed dragon. That's one of the reasons that Munch was heading towards the country.

 

“Might have been an added factor that contributed to his divorce,” he mumbled to himself out loud. “I wonder why I'm noticing the un-Changed ones now. Maybe because once I see one I can tell that there are others.”

 

He didn't believe that anyone from his own family were ever part of a Dragon Community because the journals that he had access to were very clear on that point. His many times great-grandfather was an outside observer, books were his thing and the collecting of them.

 

Munch shook his head when he pulled off of the I-95 and began onto another side road leading towards Athens, Maine. His grandfather must have had a strange sense of humour to locate that house and farm on an off shoot dirt road from a main road named, “Hole In The Wall.”

 

He snorted and shook his head again. “Doesn't that just tell us something?” He muttered sarcastically.

 

He seemed prone to speaking to himself when alone, but in this case it was justifiable. Dragons were now fact and not fiction. It was turning his mind and clear-cut, paranoid life upside down.

 

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Odafin “Fin” Tutuola didn't know what was bothering his partner, but he knew well enough to let the man go away for the weekend without complaining. Not that he was a complainer, but sometimes it was nice to have an explanation. It wasn't like they were that busy at the moment, but then again things have been known to change on a moment's notice in their Unit.

 

`Special Victims', he thought. `Why'd I ever choose this after Narcotics?' Some days were just more depressing rather than rewarding.

 

His partner had left for the weekend saying that if he needed to talk about anything to call him on his cell phone. “Absolutely anything out of the ordinary,” Much demanded. “Promise you'll call.”

 

Fin shook his head at that because there has never been an occasion for him to call his partner on a day off. He didn't believe that it would happen at all. `It was strange for him to insist on it though,' he thought.

 

`Like he wouldn't be pissed to have his weekend interrupted,' he thought, as he gazed out of this squad room's windows. It was a depressing rainy day on top of everything else.

 

No Munch there to relieve the tension building up in the office due to the fact that Stabler had been assigned to a case that involved babysitting the Fibbie Profiler Doc. It was funny to watch them though.

 

`Sexual tension between those two has always been high,' he thought to himself, amused at the back and forth looks between the two men.

 

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Doctor George Huang was not pleased to have been ordered to have a bodyguard with him for his personal rounds. He did have patients that required `special attention', but to have that Neanderthal moron with him was just asking for trouble.

 

Truthfully he didn't hate the man, but Detective Elliot Stable could try any man's patience with the methods he used when interrogating a suspect. `He's too rash and physical,' he thought. `Honestly, though I'm kind of glad that he's with me for tomorrow's patient.'

 

There was one patient that always made him slightly uncomfortable and it was quite unnerving every time he had to go to that place. The place varied, but patient always had some demonstration of his deviancy which truly made the hairs on the Doc's head stand on end.

 

The man had house-boys, more than one. They were men who were into the Dom/sub scene and they played every day on a daily basis it seemed. The man never had any consideration for propriety, especially where the Doc was concerned. In fact, this person had a `yen' for the Doc. George knew it and didn't like it.

 

He knew that his visits were on borrowed time, but tomorrow he needed to let the Lummox know what to expect and to act accordingly. `I hope he won't embarrass me,' he thought. `I don't need that when I'm visiting there.'

 

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Detective Elliot Stabler had been assigned to shadow Doctor George Huang. He was the FBI profiler that lent his assistance to various departments of the NYPD. Ever since the short Asian man met all of the members of the SVU, Stabler and he clashed.

 

George was fine after a few profiles, but he still was challenged nearly every time by Det. Stabler. Stabler, himself knew why.

 

Elliot was attracted to the short, dark haired man. It wasn't the first time that he was attracted to another man, but George was the first one since his marriage.

 

Detective Stabler married his wife because he accidentally knocked her up. Unfortunately several more followed when birth control failed. He felt bad for suspecting her of not taking the Pill, but it wasn't something that he could solely fault her for because there were times he forgot the condoms.

 

Now, about twenty years later he's divorced. 'Wasn't that a fun experience?' He thought after a long day of following Dr. Huang on his rounds. `Why doesn't that man open a clinic or something?'

 

Elliot was impressed that the man still cared about the patients, as much as he did. `I guess some things require a certain passion to do,' he thought, sipping a smooth beer after a long day.

 

He turned on the television and mellowed out for the rest of the evening. He was planning to turn in early because the Doc had something to speak to him about earlier then usual for the next day. It was late, but late night T.V. was just right for a little personal handling before bed.

 

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Elliot's dreams that night were filled with the sounds of battle.

 

Metal clanging against metal and the screams of those wounded. He looked around, feeling weight down by the something that was furry and smelled like wet dog. His arms felt like limp noodles, but his hands were clenched around two objects.

 

His eyes widened at the fur that he found himself wearing, though his arms and legs were bare. His feet had coverings up to his knees and felt solid.

 

The sword in his hand was about to slice the neck of what looked to be an enemy soldier. He had a rounded leather shield on his left arm and he was definitely standing the middle of a battle field with the sounds of war raging in his ears.

 

The soldier in front him, looked to be of Asian descent and culture because of the bamboo armor that was pieced together with bits of coloured leather. His black hair was gleaming and tied in a top-knot on the very top of his head with the length trailing down his back and fluttering in the warm wind.

 

Familiar earth brown eyes pierced his steel-like blue-gray ones and stared without taking any action. There seemed to a flash of recognition or some soul lost knowledge that surfaced. Before any other action was taken Elliot was suddenly attacked from his left side, but from the corner of his eye he saw the movement and lifted his shielded arm to protect himself, wanting to continue just looking at the man before him.

 

That's when the body in front of him shifted and Changed. His eyes never left that of the one in front of him, but he knew what he was looking at now. It was a Dragon of the palest yellow with a complete underbelly of dark copper red. The dark copper ran from under the chin and strong jaw, down under the entire length of the body to the tip of the tail and it included the inner part of all four limbs.

 

Such a creature he had never seen or hoped to see in his life, despite the fireside tales that he old grandfather told him instead the victorious battles that he was supposed to. He told him in his own words the following:

 

“Мой внук, переда&# 208;µÑ‚ Ñто дальше к детÑм ваших детей. Дракон& #209;‹ реальн&# 209;‹ и необхо&# 208;´Ð¸Ð¼Ð¾ уважат&# 209;Œ их меÑто в Ñтом мире. Ð’ÑпомнÐ&# 184;те пеÑню: ЕÑли ye fated, Ð´Ð»Ñ Ñ‚Ð¾Ð³Ð¾ чтобы ÑопрÑга&# 209;‚ÑŒÑÑ Ð´Ð¾ один из гранди&# 208;¾Ð·Ð½Ñ‹Ñ… дракон&# 208;¾Ð² Ñтарой. ÐаиболÐ
81;е наилуч&# 209;ˆÐ¸Ð¼ образо&# 208;¼ ÑлушайÑ 218;е и поÑледÑ 02;йте за Ñтими правил&# 208;°Ð¼Ð¸ троекр атными. Полюби 09;‚е душу вÑех, влюбле 08;½Ð½Ð¾Ñти, попыта& #208;½Ð½ÑƒÑŽ влюбле 08;½Ð½Ð¾ÑÑ‚ÑŒ и trueПолюби ;те жизнь, влюбле 08;½Ð½Ð¾ÑÑ‚ÑŒ длиной, их кровь и коÑточÐ& #186;и принад&# 208;»ÐµÐ¶Ð°Ñ‚ к вам.”

 

Which roughly translated meant the following:

 

“My grandson, pass this on to your children's children. Dragons are real and one must respect their place in this world. Remember the song: If ye be fated to be mated to one of the Grand Dragons of old. Best be listening and follow these rules threefold. Love whole, love soul, love tried and true. Love life, love long, their blood and bones belong to you.”

 

The boy in him never forgot this lesson, as it was one of the last before the old man was gutted on another battlefield. It had been an old song handed down generation by generation. The true words were lost, but the meaning of it was always clear.

 

1. Dragons are real and they mate for life.

2. Dragons love soulfully, wholly and completely.

3. Should a Dragon's soul choose you for a mate, they are yours as you are theirs.

 

The man on the battlefield, which Elliot thought to be himself in some past, now knew the truth and the belief soared in his heart, but this was extremely bad timing. It's not good to have a Dragon appear on a battlefield full of men who only want to defend their homes and kill the enemy.

 

He dropped his sword and lifted his hand to pet and stoke the wondrous beast before him. `Please change back,' he thought. `Please…' he begged in his mind.

 

Those knowing eyes looked him in fondness and leaned into the soothing touch of his mate. The timing of this Change really was off. Several men from both sides of the battle noticed the monster and their fear of it made them all attack it and the man who looked like he was not afraid. It looked like the man was a sorcerer taming the beast and such a man could not remain alive, no matter who he was.

 

The Dragon shifted and Changed back into the man he was, just as both men were run through with the weapons belonging to their combined troops. Arrows were sticking out of their bodies making them look like warped pincushions. Pole arms had pierced them both fusing them together and Elliot pulled himself closer further impaling on the long arm, to get to the man who was still alive, just barely.

 

He said to him, “СледуÑ&# 381;щее Ð²Ñ€ÐµÐ¼Ñ Ð²Ð¾ÐºÑ€ÑƒÐ³, Ñ Ð±ÑƒÐ´Ñƒ дракон&# 208;¾Ð¼.” Meaning: `Next time around, I'm the Dragon.'

 

Even if the other could not understand him, it seemed like he understood the meaning and replied with a blood filled smirk saying, “Hai…” (yes), as the last breath left his body.

 

There they fell where they stood and their men watched them, spitting on their bodies to ward off the evil that they felt they saw. Soon battle was over and the bodies of all the men were left on the battleground.

No one wanted to move or bury any of them believing that evil would follow them and so all were left to the elements and time.

 

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TBC….

 

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Russian translation (translated by www1.worldlingo.com):

 

Мой внук, переда&# 208;µÑ‚ Ñто дальше к детÑм ваших детей = My grandson, pass this on to your children's children

Драко 08;½Ñ‹ реальн&# 209;‹ и необхо&# 208;´Ð¸Ð¼Ð¾ уважат&# 209;Œ их меÑто в Ñтом мире. = Dragons are real and one must respect their place in this world.)

Ð’ÑпомÐ 9;ите пеÑню: = Remember the song:

ЕÑли ye fated, Ð´Ð»Ñ Ñ‚Ð¾Ð³Ð¾ чтобы ÑопрÑга&# 209;‚ÑŒÑÑ Ð´Ð¾ один из гранди&# 208;¾Ð·Ð½Ñ‹Ñ… дракон&# 208;¾Ð² Ñтарой. ÐаиболÐ
81;е наилуч&# 209;ˆÐ¸Ð¼ образо&# 208;¼ ÑлушайÑ 218;е и поÑледÑ 02;йте за Ñтими правил&# 208;°Ð¼Ð¸ троекр атными. = If ye be fated, to be mated to one of the Grand Dragons of old. Best be listening and follow these rules threefold.

ПолюбР;¸Ñ‚е душу вÑех, влюбле 08;½Ð½Ð¾Ñти, попыта& #208;½Ð½ÑƒÑŽ влюбле 08;½Ð½Ð¾ÑÑ‚ÑŒ и true. = Love whole, love soul, love tried and true.

ПолюбР;¸Ñ‚е жизнь, влюбле 08;½Ð½Ð¾ÑÑ‚ÑŒ длиной, их кровь и коÑточÐ& #186;и принад&# 208;»ÐµÐ¶Ð°Ñ‚ к вам. = Love life, love long, their blood and bones belong to you.)

 

Ð¡Ð»ÐµÐ´ÑƒÑ ;ŽÑ‰ÐµÐµ Ð²Ñ€ÐµÐ¼Ñ Ð²Ð¾ÐºÑ€ÑƒÐ³, Ñ Ð±ÑƒÐ´Ñƒ дракон&# 208;¾Ð¼. = Next time around, I'm the Dragon

 

Japanese translation:

 

Hai = Yes (only true translation I know without assistance)