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Jamie wondered if it was possible for them to be breathing though their ears. She didn’t mind the fact that the couple were making out in front of her, in public, but she was concerned that, eventually, one of them was going to pass out from lack of air.

Next to her, she heard Zane snicker. The cause of why came in to view when Glenn’s hand moved up the girl’s arm, carved in thick black fur with hooked claws on the end. Neither occupant was aware of the change, but the rest of the building will be if it continued. And that would not bold well for their contact.

She threw her water over the yellow skinned teenager.

“Hey!” Glenn snapped, now soaking wet.

“Watch your hands.” She hinted. To anyone else listening, they would have thought it was over the boy getting too familiar with the girl. Clair gasped, being the first to see Glenn’s localised transformation.

“Glenn. We really shouldn’t cause a scene.” She rubbed his wrist, hoping to pull his attention to his hands. When he looked, he was shocked, and hid them from sight until he could will them back into human hands.

“Damn. I thought I had that down.” Glenn growled. It had been a while since he took a human form for this long. Back in the commonwealth, he was used identifying himself as a humanoid wolf, even after living most of his life in a human body, he was more comfortable in that form. It took a lot of concentration to stay human.

Jamie herself hadn’t seen Glenn’s human form, apart from illusions during the Lycan Crisis, and some characteristics of his werewolf side had bleed into his human form, the increased muscle mass and tone, the thicker hair and a pair of thick sideburns, amber eyes, but the hair on his arms was surprisingly very fine.

It was a fact that no one at that table was human. Clair was from a planet just over ten light years away from earth. Jamie had come from an alternate dimension where creatures of myth and magic populated the world. Zane might have been the closest, born from an interspecies couple, dragon father, human mother. It was decided before hand that Zane would be a dragon, but several human features made it into his anatomy, plantigrade feet and round pupils for example. However, that made shapeshifting into a human easier.

But there was the absent member of their group. He was human, much to his chagrin. However, his loathing for his own species is drowned out by his determination to prove it’s worth.

Jamie’s concern grew when she noticed that it had been some time since he excused himself. She looked over his food, two slices of ham and pineapple pizza, a serve of garlic bread and a drink in a silver bottle, an unfamiliar brand of soft drink, Vicious Energy Drink, special edition chill flavour. She picked up the bottle to see a tall, red dragon on the side, with smoke rising from it’s nostrils, and flexing it’s arm, causing it’s Biceps Brachii Muscle to inflate with stress. “Unleash the beast within.” She read, then rolled her eyes and muttered something about marketing, before placing the bottle down. “Zane.” She turned to an actual dragon. “Would you go find out what is taking Blake so long.”

He nodded unquestionably, having already finished his meal, the table fell into silence as the remaining three occupants continued to pick at their meals, until something caught Clair’s eye. It was Zane, carrying a very unwell brown haired human boy.

“Stars above!” She yelled. “What in the seven systems happened?!”

“No idea.” Zane growled as Clair ran up to the two, followed by Glenn and Jamie behind. She noticed something on his black overshirt. A liquid with a sour, acidic oder.

“Sick.” She concluded. “We better get him out of here.”

“But the contact?” Zane protested.

“We’ll have to meet her later.” Glenn argued, taking charge. He picked up a napkin, and wrote in an odd script. “Blake should be this ill without a reason. I need to call someone.”

“He’s right. That nanorobotic-immune system can fight off anything.” Clair pointed out. They left the food court, leaving their food on the table. The bottle of Energy Drink was taken from the table.

“When was this?” Clair heard Sarah ask from the other end.

“Five to twenty minutes ago.” She answered. She waited for an answer. Doctor Sarah Jane Nightingale was Blake primary physician, along with the rest of the Indigo Family. She had received the remote feedback from the nano-swarm in his bloodstream.

“Hmmm. This doesn’t look good. It looks like a genetic primer was introduced into his system.” Sarah informed her. “Though the digestive system.”

Clair didn’t have a responce as he heard a pained yell, from someone on the train. She hoped it wasn’t Blake, or Glenn, but her relief was only matched by her horror when the other passengers began to back away from a young boy who was doubled over in pain.

The boy’s shirt tore in half when a pair of brown feathered wings exploded from his back, and stretch out, matching the breath of the train. Her companions stood up, watching with smialur horror as the boy’s body continued to shift and change.

“It’s going to plan.” A man said from behind his desk as he watched the national news. Watching a young man trying to claw out of his rapidly tightening clothes as his body swelled and changed under them before giving up from the pair of bat like wings that tore from his back. “All too easy.”