Queen's note: I'm so horrible and I love it. Have the start of a near lethal dose of feels (perhaps full on lethal feels later). Inspired by a post and idea made by venomsbabe on tumblr.

Added note: As an added warning there will be some strong language/cursing.

Obsidian Dragon

Chapter One

Little One

It was the low deep sound that started to draw her out of her shock. The sound practically vibrated through her, like the spirit dragons from her favorite book. That helped knock the girl out of the last freezing part of shock, mentally at least. Her small form was still stiff and not quite ready to do what she wanted just yet, half clutching the black bar...

...bar?

The girl blinked down at what was wrapped around her, puzzled at how it was so hard but had a somewhat soft, slightly sticky in texture. It looked wet, but was not, even as some of the black stuff stuck to her skin and cloths. It reflected some of the lights from the car headlights and what felted through the trees. Almost belatedly the girl seemed to realize that it rippled like muscle as it almost surrounded her. Shifting and moving her as more of the odd substance entered her vision.

Wide brown eyes blinked several times, at first not quiet grasping the scale as a massive hand came up. So there was no immediate reaction to seeing the talons, or how the curved edges softened while the hand tilted. Cupping around the left side of her face and tiling it up, the thumb brushed her right cheek and smeared the red there before pausing.

It drew back, they girl's blood almost lost as it rubbed its fingers together.

There was another rumble, turning into something deeper before a rasping voice asked, "He hurts the little one? –Doesn't look like it was from the accident. –But why?"

The girl blinked, managing to tilt her head up, staring intently at what was holding her. Who was holding her, and just stared some more.

Were those dinosaur teeth?

She could see her reflection in the silvery white eye patch as the being tilted their head to regard the girl back. "Why are you not afraid of us little one? Most are."

"Dr…" her voice was scratchy, only a softer whisper really. "...dragons aren't monsters...people are."

The big being jerked his head back, the fangs closed almost all the way as one eye patch narrowed and an eye ridge arched up over the other. Staring down at the little human that he held in his arms and quiet honestly dwarfed.

"What the…the fffuck?" A male voice demanded, slightly slurred.

That fear reaction finally came, the girl clutched at the arm (arm! Not a bar!) that was around her. The shock still there, but the small form was locking up in fear- the being could smell it. He was used to a lot of humans reeking of fear when they saw them, in fact that male on the ground was drenched in all sorts of different fear scents.

Somehow, the black colored being was both insulted and puzzled that the fear off the little one was not aimed at him. With the physical connection, he could sense it was all for the cowering man on the ground.

Dragons aren't monsters, people are.

Sudden, raw burning rage from the being's host puzzled him, but did not fight their person's reflexive movements. Protectively holding the small one closer to his chest, or stopping him from speaking up as the back of one talon touched below the colorful spot on the girl's cheek bone. "Did he do that?"

"The fuck?!" the man on the ground was staggering up out of the open driver's side door. Finally really seeing what he had almost hit instead of the jogger

It took a moment before there was a shaky nod, small hands clutching tighter to the massive hand. The whole of her hand barely wrapped around one of the obsidian shaded digits, reflexively grasping it when the bruising stung.

"That's my daughter-" the man blurted, but he was backing up. His eyes where wide too, but something was off, how they kept un-focusing and swayed. Then as the being stood up to his full height, snarling an unspoken, the man staggered, and then turned to throw up.

"Pussy..." the being hissed, and then titled his head to look back down at the girl. There was an odd pattern to how they spoke, a slight difference in the voice like two people talking instead of speaking to themselves. "This is the lost one. –Yes. No, taken not lost. – Taken? Hmm…"

The silvery-white eye patches looked between the man and the injuries on the girl. One could almost see the metaphorical light bulb flicker and then turn on suddenly.

Dragons aren't monsters, people are.

People.

Are.

The neutral rumble that had not stopped suddenly turned deeper, darker as the being started to bare their fangs once more. A soft sound, squeak, from their arms had the being pausing as their host suddenly screamed mentally.

No killing!

(The man hurt the small one! Nearly killed you!)

No Killing!

(Was the man not a 'bad guy?')

Yes but no killing in front of the child.

(We could just bite the head off quickly...?)

No killing in front of the already traumatized child!

"Fine..." The being grumbled, walking forward, the heavy thudding with each step causing the man to flail and stagger against the wrecked wagon. He was screaming nonsense about 'impure hearts,' cutting 'innocent skin,' and how that was his child. In a way that implied possession that angered the being's host to the point of wanting to do-

Freeing his right hand from the miniature ones (they would not admit that was kind of cute), trying not to be affected by the tiny whimpers from against their chest and shoulder like their host was. The being reached out, large hand wrapped almost over the man's head as they lifted him up. Fangs fully barred as the sick morsel of human flesh screamed. Black talons sharpening a bit- but not all the way to leave less evidence. Something they were learning from their host, admittedly slowly but they were still learning.

"You," The being hissed, lowering his voice as bile bubbled up in the man's mouth, putting all the power of their presence into their currently jointed voice. "You will not come near this small one ever again. Or we will gladly eat your face off, after digging out that tasty looking liver and spleen. Do you understand you piece of living trash?"

The concussed man struggled to nod, hard to do when one was being held aloft in the air by their head. "Yes-yes-pleasedon'tkillme-yes-but-but-she's my daughter-but-"

"Ever. Again." The being snarled into the man's face, standing up and tossing him to one side like so many potatoes in a bag that, sadly, did not rupture and spill open, "Or we will twist you inside out."

They had no reaction to the man that hit a tree, not far from where the wrecked car was. Ah, that was almost perfect. The being walked over, past the limp and unconscious form, almost casually they reached into the broken driver's side door, and with a closed fist hit the already crackled windscreen. They peered at the hole, rumbled and started back to the running path and road.

There was a long moment before he came back grumbling and smacked another part of the wind screen again with the flat of a hand this time. Their host was bothered that the hole was too small, and they flicked some of the glass in the direction of the man.

By the Nova, fine... there. It looks more realistic, not just a giant fist-hole.

Their steps were still heavy on the road, at least at first before slowly the thuds started to soften. The being tilted his head to peer at the small girl, snorting and rumbling in that way that seemed to help keep her calm at first. Noting the fear scent lingered but was not active so to say.

"...you are... alright?" They asked, their host's voice bleeding through more now. The obsidian like substance rippled and started to pull back, the mass fading with every step, forcing their host to adjust his hold on the girl. Careful to support her, let the girl more sit on his left forearm while holding the legs. His right hand came up to support her back.

"Kiddo?" The host, man asked, feeling his symbiotic other retreat the rest of the way inside of him. Looking worried he ducked his head to get a look at the still wide eyes. "I'm sorry if we scared you. I'm going to take you to the pub around the bend, is that okay?"

The girl nodded after a moment, shifting to peek over the new man's shoulder, and then looked at the sweater covering the shoulder. She poked it.

He tried not to smile too much, and thought better of it and smiled as warmly as he could. It came out a bit awkward, "What's your name kiddo? I'm Eddie."

"May..." The girl finally responded, shifted a little as Eddie reached up to try and pat the girl's brown hair back into semi order. Noting the pale blue pajamas she and on, with little black and green cartoon dragons. "My name...is May."

There was a long moment of quiet in the walk before May piped up again. "Are you a spirit dragon Eddie?"

"Umm... not sure," It was Eddie's turn to blink confused, shifting the girl a bit as he glanced ahead. "Are you, really not scared of them? From before?"

"...no. I don't think I am." The girl shook her head a little, her head was starting to dip as the stiffness in her body was easing into shivers of shock. May was not sure when her head rested against Eddie's shoulder, her hands grasping at his shirt though as she whispered, "You're dragon saved me."

Despite himself, and feeling his other's just complete shock, Eddie grinned into the evening air. Though remembering how is other turned his dive of shock into a dive to catch the small one falling out of the wrecking car was hard to forget, even if it happened so fast. Did that ass back there just not believe in seatbelts or something?! "Guess so…um... maybe not tell the cops about the dragon?"

"People don't... believe in dragons." May said, shivering again as if cold now, and was reflexively held closer to the man's warmth. "I don't feel good Eddie."

The bemusement turned to worry at the blunt childish statement as Eddie picked up his pace, debating on cutting through the bend. There were far too many black berries (an angry thicket of pain really), and he did not want to jump it with the child already in shock, nor wanting to turn those at the pub against him, "Okay, okay hang on May, we're almost there."

Eddie was trying not to jog, so not to shake up the girl even more, but trying to be as fast as he could. Racking his brain to remember all the first aid- good gods and novas he had to get back into a basic first aid course again. CPR training had nothing to do with shock, and the girl might have internal damage- and oh gods should he have really moved her?

(Yes. She is safer now.)

Hush you, Eddie thought as he rounded the bend, spotting a few people looking worried and confused at the road where he was. They must have heard the wreck that he saw happen. How much time had passed? Just a few odd minutes? Eddie glanced up at the oversized clock face in the pub's front, realizing once more time was always so weird when his other came out.

Eighteen is minutes sense he jogged passed the pub and started his second lap. Christ, he had only come out here to jog and run for a while before getting an epic meal of steak and shrimp. Possibly to negate everything he ran to burn off...that his other did not eat off him.

Eddie dared to lift his right arm, waving urgently at the crowed, "I need some help!"

That made a few people jerk, snapping out of their confusion. Two burly, almost cliché 'biker bros' were the first to run the distance to meet him. Eddie remembered them, remembered talking motorcycles and drooling over one of their friends rides when he first came earlier.

"What happened?" The taller of the two almost demanded, sliding to stop and switching directions to keep up with Eddie, "Was that a-?"

"Yeah, almost hit me," Eddie nodded, jerking his head back, glancing down at the hazy eyed girl. He face contorted into even more worry as he babbled out, "I couldn't leave her- there's someone, I think it's her dad. But I couldn't leave her staring at-"

"Got it, Rick, go check the wreck," The taller biker said, his phone appearing like magic and Eddie caught a glimpse of 9-1-1 being dialed. "Shit the kid doesn't look good."

"We need to get her inside," Eddie turned a bit, ready to just bull his way. Only the other man was already doing it to clear some space. The host of the pub-restaurant looked started, and after a hurried explanation, and hearing the biker was on the phone with emergency dispatch describing the condition to the roughed up child...

The host and nearby waitresses pretty much kicked people off a table, clearing space and guiding Eddie where to set May down into a cushioned booth. The girl blinked, looking confused at first, and then realized Eddie was leaning back, turning away-

Eddie and his dragon were going away!

"Nononono-" May scrambled, almost falling out of the booth she had been set in, hands grasping at Eddie's, her words running together as she was going breathless. "Don'tgoplease!"

"Hey, oh, careful, it's okay Kiddo," Eddie slid back closer, sitting on his knees on the floor. "You need to stay here May, I'll stay as long as I can. It's okay." He was trying his best to be reassuring, like the wait staff, aware of his other was watching around him with keen attention.

"Here, give this to her," said a waitress with black hair pulled up in a knot-bun, holding a cup of iceless... soda? "Sugar helps the shakes and with shock. I'll get a cake- we have something chocolate right? Grab a jacket or something!" she yelled over her shoulder.

Eddie felt a jacket that was pushed into his arm from one of the people that had been kicked out of the booth, grabbed it and wrapped it around the girl. Glancing up as he heard someone talking about the accident site, but not to move the man there. It was harder than expected not to smile, focusing on making sure May would not choke on her soda.

Dragons aren't monsters, people are.

Maybe that was true, but Eddie was sure there were far more good people in the world at that moment.