Disclaimer: I own nothing which is a good a thing for all the children who watch Disney.
Do You Hear It?
He coughed.
Normally, such a thing was normal in Jake Long's morning routine. However, when he coughed up blood it was decidedly declared not normal and therefore Jake proceeded to run to his mom and calmly ask her to make an appointment for the doctor's office. Of course she freaked but to be honest - Jake didn't give a shit. He'd felt like he was dying for the past few days and felt slightly disturbed by the blood and by his logic demanded medical attention.
So, while he was wearing his poofy red winter coat (for it was snowing) he got into the car with his mom who kept shooting him worried looks. Or to be more accurate, don't drop dead on me Jake! look. The past few years Jake has seen a few of these looks on the account his mom often enough had to race him to the ER
In record time (Jake was sure his mom broke a few laws) they reached the privately owned office. Shaking slightly, Jake climbed the steps with heavy limbs. Finally! He was going to discover what was wrong with him!
Susan Long checked them in and quicker than he could breath out he was pushed into a small room with medical equipment. Jake dimly debated telling his mom that bribing people was against the law but he found his head hurt too much.
"Hello, Jake. I haven't seen you since you've saved my wife!" A man in a white coat called out. If memory served him correctly his surname was Oaks and he was married to an Elf. "Let's see. Jake I want you to breath in...and out. Good."
The young dragon couldn't help but roll his eyes. "I'm only here because I woke up this morning coughing up blood! And now I got this damn headache!" Jake growled lowly, he's eyes narrowed as they watched the doctor.
"Strange. Any other symptoms?" Oaks asked quietly as he watched Jake with wide eyes.
"I can't sleep anymore and I'm always too hot." Jake answered shortly with an almost (hey, the guy was trying to help) glare on his face.
The teenager watched as Dr. Oaks quietly wrote on his note board in quick fluid movements. Dr. Oaks' forehead was wrinkled as he wrote down what Jake described.
"Jake I need to check one more thing. Would you please take off your shirt?" Dr. Oaks asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
With jerky movements, Jake pulled his shirt over his head and glared at the doctor. Dr. Oaks went behind the dragon and scratched his back with a paperclip. When Jake didn't even knowledge the paperclip, Oaks came back around.
"You can put your shirt on." Dr. Oaks told Jake absently. "This is actually quite normal. You should have been in here earlier and your dragon master should have explained what is wrong with you." Oaks continued smiling.
"What does that mean?" Jake asked tiredly as he felt his headache grow.
"It's the common symptoms of the Call. Every dragon goes through it and will continue to go through it until they either Claim their mate or die." Dr. Oaks informed him with comforting look.
"English, my man!" Jake cried as the strange words swirled around his mind.
"I would talk to your dragon master as soon as possible." Dr. Oaks sighed as he continued to scrawl something on his board.
Beyond frustrated, Jake scowled and huffed as he jumped off the table. Nearly snarling, the Asian boy left the office and stormed past his mother who was waiting for him in the waiting room.
A questioning glance towards the front desk, Susan hurled after her son.
Jake was beyond pissed when he stormed into his grandfather's shop. Here, once again, was something his grandfather forgot to mention to him!
"Grandpa! Wanna know sumthing' interesting I just found out?" Jake shouted with a hint of a roar to his voice.
"Jake! How dare you come-"
"Give it up old man!" Jake snarled his eyes tinting red. Lao Shi sputtered for a few moments as his grandson leveled him with a glare.
He knew what he was doing was horrible in every possible way. Somehow though, he felt an intense fire that threatened to burn it's way through him. Jake felt as though he was in dragon form; watching and waiting as he stalked his prey.
"Jake...what are talking about?" Lao asked slowly.
"The headaches, fevers, lose of sleep, this! Dr. Oaks said you would be able to give me answers!" Jake snapped.
Something stirred within Lao Shi mind. Something dark and unforgiving.
"I am sorry, my grandson. There is no other way to say this but you are being Drawn." His grandfather said sadly. "There is no sure way to describe this to you. It's different from to dragon to dragon just as the migration is for birds. Jake..." Lao Shi trailed off, his eyes clouding over.
"Tell me, please." Jake begged as something started to pound inside.
"Your mate is Calling for you." Jake's grandfather told him sadly.