(BtVS/Dresden Files) A Night in the Suburbs
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Notes: I just finished reading 'Small Favors' and couldn't resist doing a little
'Dresden Files' ficlet.
A Night in the Suburbs
“Okay, that’s something you don’t see everyday,” Xander said as he stared out the window of his beat up truck. An honest to God dragon was running through the street snapping at the open air.
What a dragon was doing in a Chicago suburb, Xander had no idea. He didn’t care either, when he saw the beast rear its head back and let loose a gout of flame.
The fireball hit a car parked at the curb; the explosion sent it careening through the air until it landed only inches from someone’s living room window. Xander barely noticed.
His attention was on the young woman who appeared from nowhere and hit the pavement rolling, apparently thrown by the force of the blast. She was struggling to her knees with one arm while holding her other arm close to her chest as the dragon focused on her.
Xander’s foot had slammed down the gas pedal before he realized he acted. The dragon roared in pain as the truck crashed into it, but Xander didn’t have time to pat himself on the back. The beast’s tail swung around and his truck was thrown end over end down the street.
The world went blurry for a long moment and his whole body ached, but Xander forced himself to focus and reached for the bag tucked behind the seats. He grabbed a few items before kicking the remains of the windshield off and climbing out.
He almost gave a small grin when he saw the dragon favouring one of its hind legs. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to have slowed the beast much. It had already turned back to the blonde woman. She was on her feet now, stumbling away though she didn’t seem like she was in any shape to run from a dragon.
The dragon bared its teeth and roared in triumph at having cornered its prey. It seemed moments away from snapping her up. That just wouldn’t do at all.
Xander’s pistol barked loudly as he calmly walked towards the dragon. He knew the bullets wouldn’t hurt it; they would be as annoying as a mosquito bite at best. That wasn’t their job.
The dragon turned back towards Xander. It rose to its full height, wings spread menacingly, and roared at the interloper.
Xander roared back.
Then he threw a pair of small objects straight in the dragon’s open mouth and ran. Xander tackled the woman to the ground and placed his body between her and the dragon just as an explosion rang out and bits of flesh and blood rained down on them and the ground rumbled as something heavy hit the ground.
The woman opened her eyes and looked to the side to see half a dragon lay on the ground, the street and nearby house covered in blood and things best not thought about. She looked up at Xander in shock for a long moment before her face broke out in a wicked grin. “Is it just me or did the Earth move?”
Xander laughed and helped her up, careful of her injured arm. “They never expect the grenades,” he told her and offered his hand. “Xander Harris.”
She smiled at him as she introduced herself. “Molly Carpenter.”
They stared at each other smiling for several long moments before the spell was broken by the sound of sirens in the distance.
Xander surveyed the chaos around the street and sighed. “I wonder how the authorities are going to explain this one?”