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The few times that Kang had gone to the Sensoriums and imagined up bits of home, he'd been careful to limit the appearances of anyone he was particularly close to. So far, only Granak and Riel had shown up; the only people he'd expressly banned were his mate and hatchlings. He'd felt that it would be too uncomfortable, too... depressing, seeing them. Nothing could compare to the real thing, after all.

He was in a strange mood that day, though, feeling more homesick than usual. So, after a bit of an internal struggle, he'd made his way to the Sensoriums and recreated a sizable portion of Teyr. He knew the doors didn't lock, and he wanted to lessen the chances of anyone showing up. Throwing a glance over his shoulder to make sure no one else was there, he left the busy main road and turned down a side street, taking the back way to his own home. The many draconians going about their daily lives would help obscure things, too.

Even though he'd already made the decision, the bozak still hesitated at the door before taking a deep breath and opening it. Almost immediately, four hatchlings, scales shining a bright, metallic bronze, horns no more than nubs on the sides of their heads, and stubby little wings buzzing excitedly, swarmed towards him. Their mother followed much more calmly, her own scales not much darker, "It's about time you came home."

Kang felt himself relax almost immediately, allowing himself to indulge in the fantasy as his children attached themselves to his legs and tail. It couldn't hurt to do it just for a while, right?

"I can't stay for long. You know that." They spoke in Nerakese, Stacy's systems unable to completely hide the harsh sounds of the actual words in the background of the translation.

Fonrar knelt down and picked up one of the children, wings rustling slightly. "Yes, I do. It's okay."

He couldn't help a glance around, soaking in the familiarity. His home was (obviously) very medieval in design, sizable, and the furniture was well-crafted, made of wood and stone. There was a shelf above a simple brick fireplace built into one wall with a few carved wooden figurines on it; a small bookcase nearby held a handful of leather-bound books and scrolls. The doorway to a side room was open, and a very large bed covered with furs was visible, as well as a smaller one built much like a nest.

He smiled, and carefully moved to the furs in the middle of the main room, sitting down. The remaining three younglings crawled up on him, competing for the much-desired spot on his shoulders; they loved being up high. The fourth squeaked, reaching arms out towards him and struggling in her mother's arms. Shaking her head, Fonrar sat down next to him and let her join her siblings, "Rough day?"

"No more rough than usual," Kang shrugged and grinned, mindful of Brevo on his shoulders. One of the females yanked on his tail, pulling him down, and claimed his spot with a triumphant hiss. Growling, the little male returned the favor, and the pair ended up brawling, only to be pulled apart moments later by their parents. "Yana, Brevo, no."

"I don't think those two will ever manage to get along for more than ten minutes," Fonrar sighed, watching as the other male took the desired spot. Kali made a disappointed sound, but contented herself with staying in Kang's lap. "At least they don't all get into petty fights at the drop of a silver."

Laughing, Kang leaned over and brushed his chin against the top of his mate's snout, "I'm sure it's just a phase. They're only a month old, after all."

A snort. "I bet you said that about Hanra and Shanra, and they still bicker all the damn time as adults. I don't know how Slith can stand it."

"...point. Let's hope it's just a phase, then."

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Dean was tall, but he was still an inch or two shorter than the female, who was still watching him carefully despite her smile, "Fonrar, his mate. Well met, Dean." She moved over to the other children and let Yana down to join them.

Kang rubbed at the back of his neck briefly, "He's alright. I wouldn't have let him in if he wasn't." With the hatchlings being barely a month old, she was still extremely protective of them around strangers.

"Yeah, I'm harmless, but I could go if it's too much trouble?"

"No, it's fine," Kang assured Dean, leading him to one of the chairs and sitting down. "They're young still."

Yana, and one of the males, stared at the human as they moved closer. The other male followed them, and the last female made her way over to her father, though she still had a curious look on her face.

Dean gave another nod and wave to the younglings. He even tried pulling a funny face on them.

Fonrar took a seat as well, her tail curling around her feet as she relaxed a bit more. Kang trusted this guy, and she trusted his judgement.

"...you can play with them, if you want. Just be careful; they have sharp claws and teeth," Kang said after a moment, pulling the shy female into his lap. "They're not used to humans yet."

"Uh yeah sure. So hey, what games you like to play?" he asked the young draconians.

Kang laughed, "They're only a month old. They can't speak yet. They like to play rough, though, and be chased." He hesitated for a moment before setting Kali down and moving onto all fours on the floor, flaring his wings a bit.

"Like this."

The hatchlings squealed and began to run as he chased them around, growling playfully. It was odd, but he didn't mind letting loose like this so much around Dean.

Fonrar laughed, pushing them away when they tried to seek her protection, "Nope. You're on you're own, kids."

Dean didn't move, but he chuckled a little at seeing this side of Kang. He glanced toward the younglings with a wistful expression.

"Didn't know about your family man."

Pausing, Kang looked up at Dean, "I told you I had a mate. Everyone seems surprised when they find out I have children, too." The hatchlings took advantage of his distraction and swarmed him, clambering up onto his back and trying to claim the choice spot of his shoulders.

"Where I come from? Married doesn't necessarily mean kids. A lot of times it does, but some people either don't like them, or they can't."

Dean snickered at the attention the hatchlings were giving their dad.

"That's how it is on Krynn for some of the other races. For us, it's a bit of a necessity that we do have children. We don't marry like they do, either. She can fire me whenever she wants, but I doubt she will anytime soon," Kang grinned, lying down on his stomach and giving the hatchlings free reign.

Fonrar snorted, "You're pretty good at not pissing me off, so you're safe for now. Don't get too comfortable, though."

Dean laughed, "Oh man, she's got you locked down." He watched the scene, and wistfully thought of Lisa and Ben, wondering how they are. If they were in the pods.

Kang simply shrugged, resting his chin on his hands. That was about as close as draconians would ever come to stating that they loved each other in a verbal fashion, public or private; they much preferred actions over words.

"What about you and Kaylee? You two've gotten pretty close lately."

Dean thought about her, and yeah he loved her. He was just afraid to think too long term because of different worlds and times. Plus his track record.

"Kaylee's amazing. And I'd...l... well if we could, she's talked about some things."

He smiled sadly, clearly wishing things could be more, "But let's face it, stupid to think of anything forever around here, especially with my luck. Could get re-podded, killed, and even if that doesn't happen, we're still going back to separate worlds. And there's still a lot about me she doesn't know about." Especially about hell.

"I wasn't talking about children, Dean," Kang smiled, watching as one of his grew bored with messing with his wing and went to investigate the human. "And why? If you want them, and you're given the chance, you should take it. You might not ever get it again." Fonrar nodded in agreement.

He snorted softly, "Whatever it is she doesn't know, she can take it. She's a strong woman."

Dean schooled his features, masking the inner turmoil as usual to smile and play a little with the hatchling.

"Doesn't matter, not with the shots, and I want to, all of it. More I spend time with her, the more I know it'd hurt to live without her. Hell wish we could grow old together. But already died a few times so that ain't happening, and Kang you know why." Pointed look back though he wasn't going to say it out loud in front of the kids.

"Plus my family's cursed."

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"Are you sure this curse is still in effect this far away from your world? It could have been broken; you know how crazy this ship is at times," Kang pointed out.

Fonrar looked confused. "Shots? What's he talking about?"

The hatchling promptly clambered up into Dean's lap and began to poke and prod at his clothing. It didn't take long for the knife to be found, as well as the gun, and the latter was snagged for a closer look. Knives, while not something they were allowed to play with, were somewhat familiar.

"...Yana. No. Leave that alone," he commanded in Nerakese, a bit of panic in his voice.

"Nothing," he gave a wide seemingly disarming smile to her, and added in a lower voice to Kang, "Got a feeling it is, and I can't afford to risk it. Not with her life. EVER." Some of his nightmares and fears now included her on the ceiling and gutted with flames all around. Just like Mom and Jessica. It scared the hell out of him.

He then yelled and quickly grabbed the gun back, angry and panicked.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Unfortunately, he was acting too gruff and too much like his Marine dad when he yelled at the hatchling, his green eyes stern and angry.

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Kang nodded, frowning slightly. He had no idea what this curse was, but it sounded bad. Turning to Fonrar, he said, "Everyone on the ship has to be given some sort of contraceptive if they're going to be doing anything of that nature."

"...oh," Fonrar quirked an eyebrow ridge, clearly a little displeased by this bit of information. She didn't know what that strange metal thing was in her daughter's hands, but she could tell by the way that the two males acted, it was dangerous. Yana immediately flinched, and made a meek-sounding squeak, wings drooping.

Dean double checked the ammo and safety before storing it away again with a sigh.

"Dammit, you don't go grabbing a weapon like that, you could have been hurt!"

"I didn't even think about that," Kang closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath, his own wings drooping a bit in relief. "She should leave it alone now."

Yana squeaked again, but her attention was drawn to the buttons of his jacket. One of the other hatchlings moved over to join his sister, careful to keep away from the gun.

He relaxed a little but didn't apologize for yelling. Dean then wiped a hand over his face, and added, "It's reasons like that why me having a family would be a bad idea. Hard to turn off this side of me."

Kang frowned, "It was warranted in this case. You learn to tone it down, in time."

Fonrar leaned over and punched him in the shoulder affectionately, making him wince and grin. "Hopefully sooner than he did."