DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE SECRET OF NIMH OR ANY RELATED CHARACTERS! I OWN THIS STORY!

'C'mon Jonathan' Jonathan thought to himself. 'Just run as fast as you can to Dragon's bowl and give him the powder'.

Jonathan hanged his sleeveless shirt to a hanging nail and crawled out the hole under the Fitzgibbon's refrigerator. That darn cat was outside, chasing birds.

"A quick in and out." Jonathan said to himself. "Joanna and the cats are waiting for me."

Jonathan waited until Mrs. Fitzgibbon left the kitchen and then ran to the monster's bowl. He poured the powder in the bowl and turned around to run back to the hole in the floor. It's then when he saw it. Mrs. Fitzgibbon's priced violets were blooming and in the prime of their beauty.

"Jonathan, you sentimental fool." Jonathan said to himself as he ran to the window where the violets were. He couldn't resist. He wanted, no …needed one to give to Joanna. He had given one to her when he asked her to marry him. This would surely be a surprise for her. He snickered at the memory that Joanna had made him promise NEVER to steal flowers out of the kitchen of the Fitzgibbon's. It was too dangerous. But, like he said to himself, he was a sentimental fool. And this was a promise he gladly wanted to break.

He climbed on the window and smelled the violets. They smelled as lovely as Joanna's fur in the morning. He picked on and turned around.

It was then that he saw …HIM. Dragon. The cat had him in his sight and growled fiercely at the mouse. Luckily, Jonathan wasn't an ordinary mouse.

"You want a piece of me, Dragon?" Jonathan challenged cat. "Remembered what happened the first time you met me?"

Oh, Dragon remembered. This mouse caused him to fall in the river, get soaked and given a bath by his masters. He wanted revenge. With a roar of hate jumped dragon to the window, clawing at the mouse.

But Jonathan was quicker than the cat and grabbed a fork of the table and swung it at the cat. The cat growled in pain as the fork scratched him in the eye, blinding him in the process.

Blinded and raged, Dragon clawed at the fleeing mouse. This time, Jonathan wasn't fast enough. Jonathan's eyes narrowed as he saw the cat's claw coming at him.

Joanna clutched her heart. Something was wrong.

"Mother?" Teresa asked. "Is something wrong?"

"N-nothing, dear." She said, producing a weak smile. "Oh, make sure Cynthia doesn't burst into Timmy's room again. You know he's a bit sick."

"Still?" Teresa asked, fixing her bow on her back. "He's been like that for days now."

"Martin, What applies for Cynthia also applies to you." Joanna said stricktly.

"Just wanted to see if he needed something." Martin said.

"I know, dear, I know." Joanna said, taking a deep breath and plopping on a chair. It was all very tiring. "Jonathan ,where are you? I can use your help right now."

"Mommy." Cynthia said, looking out the window.

"Not now, Cynthia." Joanna said, waving herself some cold air. "Show me later."

"But …" Cynthia said.

"Not. Now. Cynthia." Joanna said, calmly but sternly. "Mommy's a bit tired."

"But …" Cynthia tried again.

"Mother said 'no', Cynthia." Teresa said, walking over to her younger sister. She gasped. "M-mother."

"Not you too, Teresa." Joanna sighed.

"BUT DADDY'S HURT!" Teresa shrieked.

"WHAT?" She yelled. She ran to the window and gasped. Although it was dark outside, she could indeed see that it was her husband.

"JONATHAN!" She yelled as she ran outside. "JONATHAN! "

"J-Joanna." Jonathan said weakly. He fell on the ground. Joanna grabbed him. She noticed in horror that her hands, and thus her husband, was covered in blood.

"What happened?" Teresa asked in panic.

"Get …Inside ….Teresa." Jonathan said weakly. "Don't …let …Cynthia …see mee."

"But …" Teresa said.

"D-do what your f-father says." Joanna said with tears in her eyes. "T-t-tell Martin to go to Auntie Shrew. I-I-I'll need help."

"But …" Teresa tried again, looking horrified at her wounded father.

"NOW!" Jonathan yelled, grunting in pain.

Teresa shrieked and ran inside. Not to long after that, Martin ran out, giving his father a quick look of helplessness before running in the dark.

"W-what happened to you, Jonathan?" Joanna asked.

"I…I w-was at the Fitzgibbon's farm." Jonathan said weakly. "I-I wanted to p-pick some violets for you."

"You sentimental fool." Joanna said with soft chuckle.

"D-Dragon saw me. Attacked me. B-barely e-escap-e-ed." Jonathan said, his eyes dropping.

"DON'T YOU FALL ASLEEP, JONATHAN BRISBY!" Joanna yelled. "Don't leave me."

Jonathan opened his eyes and smiled weakly. "I …will never leave you, Joanna Brisby. Or our children."

"Cynthia, Don't go outside." Teresa's annoyed voice said inside the house.

Jonathan chuckled weakly. "How can I leave them behind?"

"BRISBY! BRISBY" a panicking voice yelled.

"Aunt Shrew!" Joanna yelled. "QUICK!"

"Oh dear, oh dear." Aunt Shrew said, gasping when she saw Jonathan. "Jonathan Brisby, what did you do?"

"J-justed wanted to pick some flowers, Mrs. Shrew." Jonathan said, snickering.

"You fool." Aunt shrew said. "Martin, bring your sisters to the kitchen. We don't want them to see your father like this. And let Teresa boils some water."

"yes, Auntie Shrew." Martin said, running inside.

"Let's bring him inside." Joanna said.

As they brought the wounded Jonathan inside, they didn't saw the Rats, hiding in the bushes.

"He's safe at home, Justin." A rat said.

"Jonathan was lucky we were there to back him up, Brutus." The Rat named Justin said.

"Who knows what could have happened if we weren't there." Brutus said.

"But now we've brought him home to his family." Justin said. "And now we must return to the Rose Bush, to tell Nicodemus what happened."

The rats turned away from the Brisby Home and ran away in the dark.