Though Dany wanted to protect her dragons and keep them out of the prying eyes of the overly eager professor, she had to make sure they were in good health, and she owed it to Dr. Wu to let him see the dragons, much to her chagrin.
Owen helped her cart the other two in a large metal carrier, while the black dragon coiled on her shoulder. Owen tried to help detach him to stick him in the carrier as well, only to be hissed at and miss a puff of flame from the little dragon's jaws. Both Owen and Dany had opted to just let him ride on his person's shoulder in the Jeep, and he did exactly that. When they got into the labs, the minute Wu took one look at the little dragon on Dany's shoulder, and the other two in the carrier, his jaw dropped.
"I don't believe it," He breathed as he ushered them into an exam room. He'd called for Dr. Harding, the park vet, so that he could come and take a look to make sure they were in good health. "What stunning little specimens... "
Dany had set the carrier on the exam table and let the other two out. "The green one is named Rhaegal, the copper one Viserion, after my two brothers, and the black one is Drogon."
Rhaegal had clambered his way out of the carrier, winged talons scraping along the metal, his tail lashing in aggravation at the new surroundings. He flapped his wings off the table about a foot before thudding unceremoniously onto the floor. Dany bent to scoop him up and let him perch on her wrist, given a falconry glove used to handle birds of prey and in the park's case, some of the taloned, winged dinosaurs.
Dr, Wu was in complete awe. "Dr. Targaryen, this is a huge advancement for science and the park itself. Let me take some blood samples."
Dany stiffened, and as though reacting to her physical response, Drogon snaked his neck out and screeched, the tiny spines on the back of his neck bristling. "I'd rather wait for Dr. Harding to get here."
Dr. Wu began to protest, then Owen stepped in. "In all due respect, Doc, they're Dany's dragons. They were given to her, she hatched them when no one else had any faith that she could. They sat on my fire pit all night only to hatch the next morning. They don't belong to InGen or the park, they belong to her and they've bonded to her. She gets the final call on what happens to those dragons."
Owen was cordial, but his tone was firm, fixing a steady stare on the doctor. Dr. Wu finally relented, nodding and cleared his throat.
"Reasonable enough," He said. "I do hope Dr. Targaryen will allow us to feature her dragons from time to time, especially when they're grown."
"It will be something I consider," Dany responded, gently stroking her finger along Drogo/ slender neck. Though much to her reluctance, she knew she'd have to humor them from time to time. She almost wondered if it was better the dragons had remained but a myth, for the sake of her little three and the prying eyes she knew they were going to face.
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Doc Harding came in to do blood work and other exams on the three dragons, absolutely blown away by what he was staring at. Both Rhaegal and Viserion screeched their protests, but overall were the least violent of the three. Drogon hissed, spit, clawed and bit, thankfully only puffing out little blasts of fire that Doc Harding could easily dodge. It wasn't until Dany came over to help hold the little black dragon down and murmur to him, Drogon seemed to settle.
The babies passed with flying colors and a clean bill of health, but it didn't take long for word to spread of the dragons that were born on Isla Nublar. The other staff members were vying for a look at the youngsters, to which Dany obliged within reason. But soon, Claire Dearing was the next to learn about the birth of the dragons. Owen had gotten them settled in the hatchery next to the Raptor Octagon with the help of Dr. Wu to ensure they were settled in properly, though for the most part they insisted on being with Dany. When they saw a Mercedes SUV come up the trail, Dany stood just as Owen did.
Claire and Zara got out of the car, both women pulling off their sunglasses. Claire gaped at the three dragons, but Zara seemed a bit more excited, considering she'd seen her friend get the dragon eggs from Owen, and she moved next to Dany and gave her arm a light squeeze.
"These are real dragons? No genetic engineering or splicing or anything?" Claire asked, turning her gaze back to little Viserion. While one of the more friendly dragons, Viserion chittered before hissing softly, steam rising from his jaws and nostrils.
"Nope. Right out of the egg. Nothing done prior." Dany said. Drogon was on her shoulder, Rhaegal on her arm, and Dany saw the look of utter temptation Zara had on her face and knew her friend wanted to reach out and touch Rhaegal. "Want to hold him?"
"Will he be okay with it?" Zara said a little warily. Dany grinned.
"He'll be fine. They're a little wary with new people right now but if I'm here and I'm allowing it, they'll be perfectly fine."
Zara Young had always been a bit reserved when it came to interacting with the creatures of the park, but she couldn't help but be intrigued. Dany could see it in her pale green eyes. As she reached out, Drogon tilted his little head not unlike that of a bird, craning his neck before pushing his head into Zara's hand, a trilling sound that Dany could swear sounded like a purr reverberated in the back of his throat. The other two piled on top of each other, wing claws scraping across the metal table, and now Zara, laughing, was doling out pets and scratches to all three of them.
"God, they're bloody warm." Zara exclaimed, looking up at Dany in amazement as she still held Drogon in one arm.
"Dragon," Dany repeated with a laugh as her friend seemed to roll her eyes at what could have been seen as obvious.
"So when are they going to be moved into an enclosure and featured in the park?" Claire asked, not so much an inquiry but more of a demand, right to the point. Dany bristled.
"They're not." She responded tersely. She'd told Dr. Wu she'd consider it but right now, she didn't want to give Claire any leeway to think she had control over what happened with the dragons.
"Excuse me? What do you mean they're not? You don't have a say in that, it's Dr. Wu's choice, they're property of Jurassic World." Claire retorted.
"No, the eggs were given to me and I hatched them. They are by no means property of Jurassic World, which means the call is entirely mine." Dany fired back, her violet eyes narrowed. Claire's lips pursed, and the two women stared at each other in challenge, ice in blue and fire in violet.
"Actually, Ms. Dearing, it is in fact Dr. Targaryen's choice. The dragons are hers, she hatched them and had imprinted on them from eggs that were given to her." Dr. Wu interjected.
"What? Given to her by who?" Claire looked in absolute disbelief.
"By me." Owen stated flatly, his arms crossed over his chest.
"You just had dragon eggs lying around?" Claire shook her head and rolled her eyes. "What is she going to do with three dragons? They were born here, they should be property of the park."
"I'm afraid that's not how it works." Dr. Wu responded, ever the calm voice of reason. "Perhaps if we are lucky, Dr. Targaryen will allow Jurassic World to feature her dragons, but ultimately that is up to her. If you'd like to take it up with Mr. Masrani, you're more than welcome to."
"I'm going to," Claire responded shortly.
"Good, But just know I will be backing Dr. Targaryen's statement and am in complete support of her case in being able to keep her dragons."
"Her dragons," Claire scoffed, but she really was at a loss. But as she stormed back to her car, Daenerys had a feeling this wasn't the end of the situation, and a tightness of anxiety twisted in her chest. Drogon fluttered upward, eliciting a squawk of surprise from Zara who flinched back, sort of gliding into Dany's arms. Dany's gaze was fixed on the door Claire had stalked out of, and she was startled out of the endless rabbit hole of "what if's" by Owen's arm slipping around her shoulders.
"Hey," He said gently. "She's not going to get the dragons."
"No, she won't," Dany responded, beneath the conviction and determination in her voice, it also wavered with her own anger and frustration, but underlying fear of losing the babies she'd stayed up with to hatch, look after and truly bonded with. The sigil of her family and really the last living indication that maybe that part of her history was real and not shrouded in a haze of uncertainty. "Hell will freeze before I let her or the park claim my dragons. You gave me the eggs, Owen, nobody else other than you believed they could hatch."
Dany hated the fact that sometimes her anger and frustration made her emotional, and she swallowed the lump that lodged in the back of her throat.
"Hey, hey hey—it's okay," Drogon skittered up along Dany's shoulder as Owen came near her, but Dany squared herself away from Owen.
"Don't—really, I'm fine," Dany muttered, the pad of her thumb wiping the inner corner of her eye to staunch the sting of tears that had begun welling in her eyes. "I'm just bloody furious with her. I don't know what gives her the right."
"Daenerys, listen to me," Dr. Wu said as Dany, trying to retrieve Drogon off her shoulder, moved to the other two on the table to reassure the obvious distressed dragons that knew she was upset. "Claire has absolutely no leg to stand on. If she goes to Masrani, I will talk to him, and he'll see just the rapport you have with your dragons. He's not going to take them. Legally he can't, you have rights, and he wouldn't."
"I'll also vouch that I gave them to her," Owen said, and without seeming dejected at all, he gave her a bit of space. Though Dany could be emotional, he was realizing, she was also a little hot headed.
"I saw him give them to her, too." Zara added. "Well, not directly but I saw him with the box coming up on the bleachers to give them to her. There's nothing they can do, D, don't worry about it."
Dany felt a tug on a strand of her hair and reached back to retrieve Drogon, again after he clambered his way back up her shoulder, "Don't bite my hair, come on now," She scolded gently as she let him perch on her hand. "You're right. She's angry and she's threatening but in actuality, she can't do anything."
She can't do anything. She had to just convince herself of that.