Noah's Boy

by Sarah A. Hoyt

  “No,” Tom said. It was absolute. Decisive. “I’m not going to be the Great Sky Dragon. Oh, for a while at least, if I have to. And clearly someone has to, because someone has to direct the search for the real Great Sky Dragon before he gives away our secrets and lets these baddies from other worlds in here.” He looked at Jao and grinned, though he could feel as though his face would crack with the effort. “But mind you, when the Great Sky Dragon comes back, your goal is to get him to have another son. Or perhaps you can find a nice dragon girl for my father. Hell, he might even like it. Myself, as much as I like Bea here, I can’t marry her. You see, I’m already engaged to Kyrie Grace Smith.” He looked at Kyrie, begging her with his eyes not to blow his cover, and not to protest at being proposed to in this very odd way. If he was right, and he thought he was, the upside of the triad’s traditional ways was that they were all about family and dependents and the promises made to those around you.

  Jao looked at him, then at Bea. He licked his lips. “I don’t suppose you’d consider marrying one and keeping the other as your second wife? It is why our line has survived, I think, while the other shifter lines have been lost. The Great Sky Dragon always had more than one wife.”

  “No, I wouldn’t consider it,” Tom said and smiled, this time a genuine but tight smile. “You might think that would be a survival-enhancing trait, but not after Kyrie separated my head from my body.”

  Kyrie shook her head slightly, but smiled at him.

  “So,” Tom said, “I thank you for your hospitality here, and the great honor you’ve tried to do me. But I can’t be your leader. And now, if you’ll excuse me, we need to go. We have a diner to run.”

  “You can’t go.” Jao looked like he was about to have a heart attack. He actually grabbed Tom’s arm. “Don’t you understand? Whatever is out there will try to kill you or capture you.”

  Tom hadn’t understood. He hadn’t thought about it. And he still didn’t know why any enemy would want to kill or capture him, except that of course they might think he would interest himself in the affairs of the Great Sky Dragon and try to find him. But if that was the case … He looked at Jao … If that was the case, then the fact that he wasn’t living here would keep him safe. “I think they’re less likely to come after me,” he said, “if they think I’m not interested in being the Great Sky Dragon. They’ll think that because of that I’m not interested in finding the Great Sky Dragon. I’ll be safer in the diner than here. And you can set up someone here in my place, and pretend he is the Great Sky Dragon.”

  “But what will we do?” Jao asked. “Suppose you’re right, or he”—a meaningful glare at Old Joe—“is right. What do we do? How do we find him and rescue him? How can you help us if you’re not even here?”

  “Think in my direction really loudly,” Tom said. “I seem to have the same facility the Great Sky Dragon has for getting inside other dragons’ heads. But I won’t. However, if you think in my direction, I will hear you. Just find someone to play the part of the Great Sky Dragon while I’m left free to look.”

  Seeing Jao look at Conan, Tom extended an arm and pulled Conan to his feet. “Not him. He’s going to be a singing star. And he’s coming with me.” He put his other arm around Kyrie. “She is, too. And so is he.” He refused to embrace Old Joe, but he gave the old man a meaningful look.

  Old Joe got up and shambled towards them. “We all leave,” he said.

  Bea got up and dusted herself. “I do, too,” she said. “If you tell me where my truck is, I left a gentleman alone who will be wondering where I went.”

  Jao looked at her. “You can’t leave. What if you’re not safe?”

  “I’ll be safe. And what he said, about getting the old dragon or his father to marry a female dragon shifter? Find another one, it won’t be me.”

  “Sir!” Jao said.

  “You heard the lady,” Tom said, amused. “It won’t be her. Now, where is her truck, please?”

  “In the back. In the employee parking,” Jao said, looking at Tom. And for the first time Tom understood the power he had. Jao was afraid of him. Not just in the normal way people could be afraid of Tom when he’d forgotten to shave and was wearing his black leather jacket, not even afraid of Tom’s dragon and what Tom’s dragon had done to the brothers Liu out there. No. He was afraid of Tom in the way everyone had been afraid of the Great Sky Dragon. As if Tom could do horrible things to him without even trying.

  As soon as he had a quiet minute to himself, Tom was going to go through those files in his mind and find out what in them could make a member of the triads so scared.

  But for now, with his friends around him, he left the secret room of the Three Luck Dragon and walked through the deserted restaurant to the door.

  There were two very large dragon shifters at the door. Tom could see they were dragon shifters, though they were in their human form—both taller and bulkier than Tom.

  They were blocking the door.

  For a moment Tom thought that he would have to fight. Then he remembered the dragon egg, as Old Joe called it, which he had received from the Great Sky Dragon.

  He reached into his mind and found the link to the minds of those two particular dragons. Now, he said mentally. You want to move. I don’t want to have to take over your bodies and make you. I’ve never done anything like that, and I might accidentally hurt you.

  He touched their minds in just the way that betrayed that, yes, he could make them do what he wanted.

  They moved. They moved out of the way very fast, and Tom and his friends emerged onto the parking lot, and to the breaking light of a new day.

  CHAPTER 16

  Bea couldn’t believe she had the keys in her hand and her purse too, which she supposed the Great Sky Dragon must have taken from her when he—her mind still flinched from it—killed her.

  She’d gone over the purse and found her driver’s license, her cell phone, everything as it had been. It was perfectly normal stuff for her to be carrying in her purse, including the little charcoal drawing kit in a folding pouch that her father had given her for Christmas, but now all of it felt like artifacts from a lost civilization. Or at least like artifacts from a lost Bea.

  Was it only three or four days ago that she’d arrived in Goldport determined to make the dragon triad stop picking on her dad? It seemed like it had happened centuries ago, or perhaps in another life.

  She adjusted the seat and the mirrors. Someone taller than her had been driving the truck. Then she turned the engine on, and looked at the gas gauge. Well. She’d have to grab some gas on the way out of Goldport, too. Not a problem, as her credit cards appeared to be intact.

  A deep breath, as she realized that she could probably go home to her mom and dad. With Tom in charge of the dragon triad, she didn’t think anyone would come after her.

  But would Tom stay in charge? And if he didn’t, who would take over?

  She had a strong suspicion that Tom would be very careful and that the threat of marriage to Tom—or his father, though she wasn’t so sure about the old Great Sky Dragon—was gone. On the other hand …

  On the other hand it seemed to her that Tom and every other shifter here in town was in trouble. She didn’t want to admit it, and it took her some small struggle with herself, but after a while the thought dawned on her that of all the shifters in town, the welfare of one mattered the most to her.

  No, she wasn’t in love with Rafiel, but she liked him an awful lot, and something about him appealed to her. Perhaps his devotion to duty as a policeman, as strong as his devotion to his kind as shifters. Perhaps just the way he understood her position with her parents—he was also too protected by his.

  She would call her parents, she decided, and talk to them. She could do that much. But for now she would stay out here and figure out how this would end up, and make sure her father wouldn’t be blackmailed in exchange for her obeying the Great Sky Dragon ever again.

  With the truck in gear, she headed out of the p
arking lot. She could just barely, she thought, remember the way to the cabin. She would make it there before noon.

  *

  When Tom got back to the diner, it was largely empty. Anthony had gone home. Rya and Jason—who looked like he was sleep-punchy—were the only servers there. This was very good, Tom thought, because he could see the problem right away.

  Standing at the counter, in a lab coat and dark pants was … a very large rat.

  What puzzled Tom was not how often Dr. Tedd Roberts, the professor at the Colorado University of Goldport medical school who was one of the foremost researchers into brain processes in the country, showed up at the diner in his shifted form. No, what puzzled Tom was how he’d managed never to be spotted. Possibly the fact that both his forms were roughly the same size, combined with the fact that he kept unusual hours.

  Seeing Dr. Roberts, however, made Tom think of the whole thing with the dragon egg and memories and heredity. No sane dragon would pick him for an heir, so it had to be something genetic.

  The scientist was standing between two counter stools, reaching for a cup of coffee as Tom approached and cleared his throat. Dr. Roberts turned around and looked at Tom out of inquisitive rat eyes.

  “Uh, Doctor. You’re …”

  Dr. Roberts’ nose twitched, and he glanced quickly down at the general area of his fly.

  “No, I mean you’re—”

  “Squeak?” Dr. Roberts asked, puzzled. Then he lifted the cup of coffee with his paw and took it to his mouth. Coffee dribbled out the sides of the rat’s mouth onto the lab coat.

  A very short, confused time passed, after which Dr. Roberts stood where the rat had been, looking at Tom in some irritation. “Damn it. Another lab coat to wash. Couldn’t you tell me I was shifted?”

  Tom refrained from saying he had tried. The absent-minded professor’s annoyance was more at himself than at Tom, anyway. “I need to talk to you,” he said instead. “At least, I think you can help me.”

  Dr. Roberts raised his eyebrows at Tom while taking another swallow of the coffee.

  “It’s … biological and brain stuff, I think. Otherwise, it’s magic, and I refuse to think it’s magic.” Dr. Roberts’ eyebrows rose higher and Tom sighed. “Look, can we go to the corner booth and talk?”

  “Sure. I don’t have to be at the lab for another hour,” Dr. Roberts said. “I just thought I’d come in and have some breakfast and do some thinking, and I suppose you can help with that.”

  He sat down in the corner booth, while Tom surveyed what there was to eat. Then he realized that Laura had been at work in the back addition which they’d put in to attend to baking. She called good morning to him and pushed a plate of pastries towards him, “These are experimental. You guys might want to try them out. Aren’t you early?”

  “A little,” Tom said. “We’ll probably go home later.”

  “Tough night?” the diner’s baker asked.

  Tom shrugged. He never knew exactly if Laura was a shifter or not. She smelled like a shifter, but they’d never seen her shift, and she always seemed to strategically have her eyes turned when someone shifted nearby. Kyrie and Tom had a running bet on which form she changed into, the most popular being a deadly animal.

  The plate of pastries she pushed into his hand were warm. “Kyrie might want some also,” he said.

  She said, “Already gave her a plate. You look like you need some food.”

  Tom took the plate to the booth and a cup of coffee for himself, plus a carafe to refill the coffee. Dr. Roberts looked up at his approach. He’d been drawing something in one of his notebooks. “So, what’s puzzling you, Tom?” he asked.

  “It’s …” Tom looked over his shoulder. No one was sitting near the corner booth, which was normally left unoccupied by all but the diner regulars anyway. Kyrie’s theory was that the blood-soaked painting of St. George killing the dragon that hung right over the booth kept all but the most devoted away. Possibly. But Tom also knew that, given a chance, when he was trying to have a talk with another shifter, Kyrie would move people away from them.

  Then he sensed Kyrie behind him, and looked up and scooted a little sideways. “Not needed?” he asked her.

  “Nah, Jason says he’s good, and Conan is backing Rya up. And I’d like to hear this. Are you going to ask him about the dragon egg and the Pearl of Heaven?”

  “Dragon egg?” Dr. Roberts looked from one to the other. “Does this mean you two are expecting a happy event?”

  Tom chuckled and shook his head. “No. That would be way too easy. Or not, but you know what I mean. No. I want to know … That is …” He spilled the whole story about only male descendants of the Great Sky Dragon being able to inherit; about the packet of knowledge, with all its encrypted files, which seemingly passed to the oldest living male relative (or was it the oldest? Tom didn’t even know that) upon the Great Sky Dragon’s death; about what that packet felt like; and about the Pearl of Heaven, which was supposed to activate the whole thing.

  When he finished, the scientist was biting his lower lip. Tom slid the plate of pastries marginally closer to the man, because he was starting to see the doctor’s face acquire a certain … ratty look, and he knew the scientist shifted when he became too immersed in his own thoughts.

  He focused on the plate as Tom moved it, then picked up one of the pastries. “These look new.”

  “Yeah, I don’t know what they are yet,” Tom said. “Laura wants us to try them out.”

  Dr. Roberts bit into one, and said, “Ooh. Hazelnut cream.”

  Tom grabbed one of the pastries and bit into it. Hazelnut cream indeed, still warm and squishy in the center. It was like a cross between a bear claw and a really good truffle. He took another bite before saying, “So, the thing is, you know, it can’t be magic.”

  Dr. Roberts shook his head. “No, for sure not magic, though I can’t quite explain all of it. Our science isn’t there yet. I assume … from what you said, whatever it was, these life-forms who came through those portals or gateways or whatever were very sophisticated gene splicers indeed. Because they clearly spliced their own genes with Earth life-forms, or we wouldn’t be the same as the rest of Earth.”

  Kyrie, sitting next to Tom, scooted closer. “Unless of course they seeded the Earth to begin with.”

  “True, but irrelevant for our purposes,” Dr. Roberts said. “Or, as we like to put it around the lab, that’s a fascinating conclusion but totally irrelevant to our question.” He shrugged. “You see, in either case, it’s a civilization much older than ours, and much, much better at the biological stuff.” He got another of the pastries. “You could get addicted to these,” he said. “But look, we are sort of on the same stairway of biological knowledge, only we’re on the bottom landing contemplating putting our feet on the first step and they’re on the second floor landing or something.” He looked up with what Tom knew was his utterly blank expression. A look at Kyrie showed her looking utterly puzzled.

  “What I mean,” Dr. Roberts said, “is that we have some knowledge that indicates this could be possible. We’ve known for some months that we can encode memory in chromosomes, the same way we encode it into computer drives. So if you use the Y chromosome—there might be reasons this was easiest or best—it completely explains why only males could inherit. If on top of that, to activate it, it takes something that is inherent to the shifter genes, you require shifter males descended from the Great Sky Dragon on an unbroken male line. What is not clear is the whole other stuff … Why you’d only become aware of that memory when the Great Sky Dragon died, if you also have his memories, up to the moment he died. And of course, what is in the Pearl of Heaven that can make you—I say in computer terms, I suppose—uncompress and integrate the whole thing …” He shook his head. “I can make some educated guesses, but only guesses. First, I’m going to guess whatever the beings were that first came to Earth and became … embodied had some kind of powers inherent in them: mind communication, mind control, perhaps
a whole host of other things we associate with magic.

  “If they were beings that could at will, or without will, leave bodies behind and go on living, they clearly had abilities we don’t have. So, yeah. Okay, we’ll establish that.”

  “The Great Sky Dragon said the reason he knew I was his descendant is that he couldn’t read my mind. And, also, he couldn’t control me. He could communicate with me,” Tom said, adding ruefully. “That’s how we ended up with the bathroom in a total mess when I shifted in it last year.”

  “Yes, of course. That even makes some sense. Something about the transmitters being alike, so he could not communicate with you directly. Again, this is so far beyond our science I feel like someone who’s never seen a radio speculating about radio transmission, but I can sort of guess at the shapes of things and what they’re supposed to do. So, do you have the Great Sky Dragon’s memory up to his death?”

  “I don’t know,” Tom said. “The actual … personalities and life experiences of the other Great Sky Dragons are not accessible to me. The … files with the knowledge I need at any moment pop up, and I can peek in them, but not open them fully. If I inherited personal memories, too, they would not be obvious.”

  “Yes,” Dr. Roberts said. “And you think you need those.”

  “I need them if I’m going to prevent the Great Sky Dragon from being … activated by the Pearl of Heaven and then made to open a portal to Earth for these creatures from other worlds. Mind you, I only have one side of the situation and it comes from the triads. For all I know these creatures from the stars are fine and dandy and would be the best thing that ever happened to us, but I don’t know that, and it seems best to me not to—”

  “Yes, of course. For now, we’ll keep to the devil we know,” Dr. Roberts said. “But here’s what I don’t understand: if the triad knows there is something, some packet of knowledge, this … dragon egg, which could be activated with the Pearl of Heaven, why haven’t they done it before? I’m going to assume they have, right? So the Great Sky Dragon would already know how to open these portals, right? So, why would someone else need to … activate him and make him open the way to Earth? Why not just make him open the way to Earth?”