Title: Near Heaven’s Embrace
Genre/s: Drama/Angst
Rating: PG-16, for non graphic descriptions of wounds and mention of death
Concrit: N/A
Mary Sue: NO
Pairings: Word/Parm if you squint hard and pay attention and want it to be
Warnings: Slash (if you squint and want it to be), Word/Parm...ish, and mentions of war wounds and death, abuse of pronouns
Notes: Spawned from an idea for a StarGate SG-1 crossover
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me, save the situation and the story.
Category: Drabbly oneshot?
Word count: 427



They had known war was coming since their childhoods. He had learned of The Prophecy, he had tried to control what was coming. His intern, on the other hand, had become PART of that very prophecy and had tried to stop the war. A Dragon Human War had been brewing, as indicated in the ancient scriptures of the Magma Draconis. Their precious prophecies had only applied to this small world of theirs, only could follow the beacon of the Dragon Booster’s light, and so only knew of Dragon City. And in the absence of the light of those fore-ordained individuals the ancient priests could not predict, could not control the flow of fate.

But, he preferred to think that the infallible priests who had banished him had made a mistake in the labors of translation, because while this was not the war any of them had envisioned, it was certainly a Dragon Human War. First there had been unity of the species in peace, now there was unity of the species in war against a common foe.

Desperation now made the once been enemies work side by side to create new Gear, for Dragons, for Humans, for anyone and anything that would fight. Gear that let those who could no longer fight manage one last blow against the enemies at the expense of their own lives, gear that let dragons run with broken legs.

Surprisingly his student was very good at the former; malfunctions that burned out the brain didn’t matter if you were going to die. That Gear had hurt him deeply, unable to understand the necessity he himself had learned in age. He had been his mentor, something that his student had been willing to die for before the Dragon Booster. Though he wasn’t the racer he himself had been as a young man he had a clever mind. That is why he accepted working with the boy, not his high class sun touched skin.

They improved together every day; it was gratifying to have someone who grasped the fundamentals of draconium energy flow and the mechanics of it. Someone who could complete his sentences even as he spoke them, geniuses intertwined. Together, their devices could win the war, and could save lives, turned the war from one of desperation to something that they could win.

His friend was growing up, in stature and in mind, and he could not help but to admire both, even as he became so much older. One day, he was pleased to find that his friend felt the same.

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