Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the Gargoyles characters portrayed in this story, except for Adam Maza, Tachia and Eosine. All others are owned by those geniuses over at Disney. As always, please don't sue me. Pretty Please?

AN:

Another apology is in order to all of my fans who have been constantly emailing me, wondering what the heck is going on with me lately!! Another bout of Writer's Block, I'm afraid, however the wheels are turning again, so things should be back on track!! Enjoy this latest episode and please let me know what you think!

SEASON PREMIERE: 1--Impossibilities are Possible Part 1

May 12, 1998 – 8:49am – 23rd Precinct house…

"Are you sure about this, partner?" Matt asked Elisa as they walked into the 23rd precinct house. She smiled, breathed in deeply, and then exhaled.
"I'm sure, Matt. It's time. Somehow, I missed this place."

"And Goliath is cool with you returning to work so soon?"

Elisa nodded. "Yea, Goliath and I discussed the idea briefly while on our honeymoon. Then we had a long talk about it after we got back. My original idea was to come back a few months ago, but I think this worked out better," She smiled at the memory of she and her husband talking about the matter, as any normal human husband and wife would do. They did, in fact, sit at the kitchen table and discuss what was best for them…She continued her thought, "As long as I work regular hours, we'll be ok. The Xanatos' nanny will care for Adam during the day, and Goliath and the clan will take turns watching Adam until I get home at night." As these words escaped her lips, her desk came into view—at least it appeared to be her desk. On top of what used to be Elisa's desk was a mountain of paperwork and things that were most likely not needed. Elisa shot a questioning look at Matt. He shrugged innocently.

"Hey! You were gone a pretty long time, and we couldn't find a place for all that paperwork…" Matt explained. Elisa shook her head, threw him a smile and waved her hand at the disorganised desk.

"Whatever, it's no big deal. We'll just have to dig my desk out of this pile of crap, eh, partner?"

"Yeah, sure." Matt laughed. "But before we do that, why don't you go into Chavez' office and talk to her. She told me she wanted to brief you on what's been happening around the department since you left on Mat leave." Elisa nodded. "Alright. I'll be back then," She added as she turned towards Captain Chavez's office.

Half an hour later…

"He's adorable, Elisa," Maria Chavez commented as she flipped through the 4X6s of Adam Maza that Elisa had had taken in a portrait studio. There were shots of the 9½ month old boy in a baseball cap and miniature version of a New York Yankees' uniform. He had already grown accustomed to smiling, and was doing so to the camera while holding a miniature baseball bat in his tiny hands. Elisa nodded and smiled. What should have been a meeting about the department had turned into a proud mother's salute to her first born son.

"Can't argue with that." She beamed proudly at her boss gushing over her son. Maria noticed this and looked up thoughtfully at Elisa.

"Motherhood suits you, Elisa. Never thought I'd hear myself saying that, but it's true. You just glow when you talk about Adam," She commented, returning her glance to the photos in her hands. Elisa shrugged.

"When you have someone so precious in your life, you glow I guess. Life is good."

"And, uh, how is life under Xanatos' roof? Isn't that a bit strange?"

Uh-oh, Elisa thought. I knew this was coming sooner or later.

"Captain, I—"

"Elisa, I'm just saying. You could have picked anywhere else in the whole city to live. Why there? Aren't you guys enemies?" Maria raised an eyebrow as the word enemies was said. Elisa paused for a minute and then shook her head. She could no longer say they were enemies, despite how she may want to feel. David Xanatos had proven himself slowly, by helping rescue her from Dracon's base in the Azores, by transforming her brother and Maggie back into humans, and by offering his home and all that he had at his command to her. No, she definitely could no longer say they were enemies. Nor could she say, however, that they were friends…

Another valid reason Maria Chavez would hopefully be kept from—at least until gargoyles and humans can live in peace—was the fact that she was married to the leader of the clan of gargoyles residing in the Eyrie Building.

Elisa hesitated, searching for the right words. Maria raised a hand when she noticed this.

"Elisa, it's complicated. I get it. Just be careful. Leopards don't change their spots—or whatever the saying is…at least not in my books." Maria smiled and handed the photos of Adam back to Elisa.

"Now, onto more exciting news. I wanted to bring you up to speed on the happenings at the department while you were gone, but I'm sure you were in constant contact with Bluestone…"

"Not as constant as I would have liked, Captain, but he did mention a few things, such as the huge pile of paperwork on my desk that needs to be filed." Elisa laughed, causing Maria to chuckle.

"Well, yes, getting rid of that heap is actually your first duty."

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The Eyrie Building, 9:16pm

When Elisa returned home that evening, she found her son playing with Angela. Adam was sitting on the floor upon a warm and colourful looking comforter playing with his soft toy blocks. Every so often, he would throw a block up in the air in sheer joy, giggle sweetly while Angela laughed and reached over to grab it for him, and he would then crawl slowly towards where Angela held the block in her hand.

"Adam, you are being silly!" Angela exclaimed as he giggled. "I can be silly too!" Angela added, holding the block a few inches farther than Adam had crawled. He reached for the block, and Angela moved it in the opposite direction. Instead of getting upset, which is what most children his age would do when presented with this situation, Adam's 9½ month old brain saw this as a challenge, and he laughed as he attempted to grab the block from Angela. After a few attempts, Angela let him have the block, and he giggled a bit more, as if in triumph over his adversary. Angela bent down to his head and planted a light kiss upon his brow just as Elisa was exiting the elevator. She walked towards them and smiled heartily. As Adam recognised his mother, he raised his hands over his head in an up motion.

"My big boy!" Elisa exclaimed, lifting the child in her arms and hugging him tightly. "Did you miss Mommy? Did you?" She asked the boy, but he was too wrapped in the hug from his mommy. Elisa looked over at Angela. "Thank you for watching him Angela."

She smiled. "It was no problem, Elisa. He woke up about a half hour after we did, and he's been full of energy since. Father and the others are on patrol and tonight was my night to watch him. How was your first day back to work?"

Elisa sighed. "It was a bit stressful. They allowed my desk be taken over by a TON of paperwork, and I spent all day getting that mess of a desk back in order. Plus, I missed not seeing Adam. Call it separation anxiety." She raised Adam's bottom close to her face and sniffed briefly before making a sour face. "And Adam needs a diaper change. We'll be right back, won't we, little stinker?" She played, carrying Adam under one arm towards her room. Only minutes later, Goliath, Brooklyn and the others returned from patrol. Angela motioned to Goliath that his mate was in their bedroom—it was the only bed they had ever made love in, and when Elisa needed him, Goliath was quick to spend the evening in the room, holding her tenderly as she lay upon the bed, so surely it was their room.

Goliath found Elisa redressing Adam in his PJs for bedtime. She slowed her pace when she sensed his loving gaze fall upon her. Turning around, her hopes were affirmed and the smile from earlier in the day returned.

"Hi, Big Guy. I missed you."

Goliath smiled and stepped forward to her. "I missed you too, my mate. How was work? Was it difficult returning?" He embraced Elisa and Adam in his powerful arms as he said these words.

"A bit, but I'll get back into the swing of things soon. I have to. Being a cop was once my entire life. I have different priorities now, but I still missed being a cop."

Goliath smiled, tilting his head to the side. "You were always a police officer, even on your maternity leave."

"I guess so. Still, being back was different, but not in a bad way. I'll be alright."

Goliath looked down at his love in his arms, brushed a stray hair from her face and kissed her forehead. "I know you will, Elisa. You are a strong woman. I love you." He stated simply, staring with devotion at the family he held within his embrace.

"I love you, too, Big Guy." Elisa replied sweetly, enjoying every moment of the peace and serenity the location in the building afforded them. Not only was it just far enough from the television in the Grand Hall that they couldn't hear it when it was on, even at its higher levels, but because it felt sort of out of the way from the rest of the castle, the clan would only come calling upon them if it was REALLY important. Elisa suddenly had a great idea. With Adam still in her arms, she said, "Goliath, I'll be right back. Stay here." Unsure of what was happening, he obediently stayed in place. A few moments later, Elisa returned alone, without Adam in her arms. Before Goliath could answer, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a passionate kiss. Goliath's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly became enraptured by his mate.

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May 20, 1998, 7:49am, Nightstone Unlimited headquarters, Ms. Destine's Office…

Dominique was just getting into the office for the day when she saw a report on her desk from the previous night. It seems one of her spies had produced the report awaiting her inspection. She treaded towards her large executive desk and settled comfortably in her luxurious black leather desk chair. Her hands instantly went for the report in excitement; whatever this report contained was good, Demona knew.

As she flipped open the dossier, she read a few words and chuckled quietly.

"It appears my old friend Severius has the DI/7 virus in his possession once again. Hmmm…this could be a perfect opportunity to finish what I started almost two years ago," Demona read the dossier for a few more seconds before closing it and turning on her computer for the day. The Windows 98 screen popped up and a low ring cheerfully announced the computer's functionality. She reached over, picked up the telephone receiver and pressed 0. The voice of her new assistant, Debra, greeted her.

"Debra, advise the one who dropped off this dossier on my desk to continue his work in Flushing, and report back on any new information." She hung the phone up and resumed her work upon the computer.

Demona began opening the files she needed and began her work for the morning with a devilish grin upon her gorgeous human face.

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May 21, 1998, 4:08am, Location unknown

Anton Severius stood before a table in his underground laboratory, pouring differently coloured liquids into test tubes and stirring them around before setting the test tubes down. He blotted a small sheet of glass with some of the liquid and set it under a very powerful and expensive microscope and looked through the viewfinder. He gasped upon looking through the microscope.

"Blast!" He cried out suddenly and then coughed with the force of his exclamation. He wasn't getting any younger. Though the plastic surgery he had endured to conceal his identity had succeeded in making him appear younger, he was nearing 60, and as much as he wanted to deny it, his cough was worsening and his eyesight was beginning to fail. He had purchased generic reading glasses at the pharmacy the other day, but they did little to help his failing eyes. Never mind, he thought, I must continue. This is extremely important.

He had had the DI/7 virus in his possession now for seven months, attempting different ways to make it harmful only to gargoyles, but so far, had only succeeded in making it harmless to males of both species, which was beneficial for him, but not so beneficial to the species he loved the most: women.

"Not so great if I wanted to produce an heir," He said to himself half-jokingly, "Even at my age," Severius wanted to eliminate every gargoyle on the planet by using this virus. He knew it could be done, but the amount of work it entailed was astronomical. He had heard murmurings that after Demona had taken the DI/7 combination from him, she made it volatile by using sorcery, but he was determined to prove that it would only take science to make it harmless to humans. After all, he was Anton Severius, and he was the one who had created it! It had still been harmless when he gave it to Demona, of course. She had spouted some nonsense about wanting to make money off of the cure to the common cold. Still, he was beginning to lose his patience with the whole thing, though he was renewed when he heard that one of Demona's spies had been snooping around his apartment in Flushing, New York, for the last few days. Since Demona knows I have the virus, Severius thought, I could use that to my advantage and trick her into destroying her entire race…

After completing that thought, Severius returned to work, but not before writing an entry in his experiment log.

"May 21, 1998: Failed at my attempt to make this virus harmful to gargoyles only. Research indicates only matter of time before this happens. Still harmful to all living creatures."

He closed the notebook and tucked it under his arm. He was going to bring this notebook home with the hopes that Demona's spy will find it and read his latest entry. True, it wasn't accurate, but that was the point. That would make her wait a little longer until he found a way to kill the gargoyles for good using DI/7. Severius nodded to himself and continued his work into the wee hours of the morning, convinced that he had come very close to breaking the virus. A few more nights…

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May 25, 1998 – 9:28pm – the Eyrie Building

Elisa walked tiredly into the Great Hall, where the entire clan was enjoying their evening after patrols were done. She instantly scanned the room until she found her son. He was nestled quietly in his godfather, Brooklyn's arms as they watched a new episode of 7th Heaven on the WB network, at Angela's prompting.

Elisa yawned quietly before reaching the group, who were all focused on the television show. It was Goliath, as usual, who was tuned to his wife's footsteps and noticed immediately that she was there.

"Elisa, we did not hear you come home. How was your day?" He asked as he rose from his seat to embrace her. She hugged him briefly and replied, "Busy. They've got me working the beat again. I chased down a few punk kids trying to shoplift from a 7-11." She looked over at Adam and smiled. "But I am glad to see you, Adam!" The child looked up and instantly giggled at the sight of his mother. He raised his hands in a gesture to get her to pick him up. She smiled at Brooklyn and took her son into her arms.

"Thanks, Brook," She said.

"No problem, Elisa." He replied, gladly letting the child be taken by his mother. As Adam was picked up, he began babbling happily.

"Ba ba ba ba…bmmmmmmmm…"

"Adam, say 'mama'…'mama'…" Elisa coaxed, looking intently at the child in her arms as she over pronounced the word 'mama'. Adam, however, continued his incoherent baby talk.

Goliath rose from his seat and walked with Elisa towards their bedroom.

"He is beginning to look more and more like you everyday, Elisa," Goliath commented happily as he stared at Adam lying in his arms. Elisa smiled.

"You're right. I think he has my smile and my eyes." She peered over at Goliath's face as he held her son. She sensed that Goliath was keeping something from her at that moment. She silently took Adam from Goliath and placed him gently in his crib. Then, she took Goliath's hand and made him sit beside her on their bed.

"What's wrong, Big Guy?"

Goliath seemed to hesitate before speaking. "Though you say that Adam is our son, the truth is that he is biologically yours and that criminal's son, not mine,"

Just then, Owen was walking down the hallway towards the Great Hall, thinking that Puck hasn't had his star pupil around as an excuse to come out and play since Fox's sudden decision to stay upstate for a while. David told Owen that she just needed the fresh air, and wanted to grow closer to young Alexander, and Owen didn't question it—why would he? He stopped walking when he overheard this brief conversation between Elisa and Goliath. He wasn't one to listen in on these types of personal and confidential conversations, but he felt as though Puck might be able to help somehow, so he stopped and listened by the door.

"How I wish that we could somehow have our own child—together."

"I thought this didn't bother you as much as it bothered me." Elisa commented. "I guess I was wrong. I'm sorry, Goliath, that I can't have your children. It's one of those things we knew we couldn't do when we first got together, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less." She leaned her head on Goliath's shoulder. He put his arm around her lovingly.

"I am sorry that I have allowed this issue to bother me so. I could not help it, but I do know that I love Adam as if he were my own son, so I think that I shall be content with that. Just, some nights…"

Elisa frowned. "I know, Goliath. Some nights are worse than others. Trust me, I know. But we just have to understand and learn to deal with it. Adam is my pride and joy, and he can be yours, too."

"He is, My Elisa. Well, besides you, of course…" Goliath smiled for the first time since the beginning of the conversation.

From outside the door, Owen could hear kissing, so he knew that was his cue to walk away. Hmmm, he wondered, perhaps there is a way for Puck to come out and play and help the two of them out…

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May 27, 2:18pm.

It was Elisa's day off. She had needed one for a few weeks now, and was pleased that it happened to come on a Saturday. She had slept in as long as possible before Adam's hungry cries woke her from her sleep. Once she fed and dressed her little prince, she dressed herself in dark blue jeans and a baby blue tank top and proceeded to the kitchen to make some lunch for her and Adam. She had placed Adam's high chair directly beside her so she could feed him as well as herself easily.

The kitchen was warm with the sunbeams shining in from the outside. She knew the kitchen was an industrial sized kitchen, complete with restaurant sized stoves and massive refrigerators filled with enough food to feed five more gargoyle clans, but this kitchen still felt homey to her when she sat feeding her baby boy.

Even though she and Adam were the only two of the clan who were awake, Elisa could hear someone's footsteps closing in on the two of them in the kitchen. She peered around the corner, hearing the footsteps growing louder.

"Hello?" She called out. The footsteps seemed to stop upon her words. Suspiciously, she rose and grabbed a small butter knife she was using. Sure, it probably couldn't injure an intruder on its own, but with Elisa's combative skills, it would do some damage. She poised herself for whatever lurked around the corner when she heard the distinctive throat-clearing of Owen. Sighing, she tossed the knife back onto the kitchen table. Owen turned the corner.

"Jesus, Owen, ya could have answered me!"

In his usual monotone, Owen replied, "I'm sorry, detective, for startling you." Elisa nodded, still breathing a bit heavily.

"It's a huge castle, Owen…I thought we were the only ones awake around here…"

Owen nodded. "Again, my apologies."

"So what's up? Today's my day off and Adam won't be needing the nanny's services—"

"No, detective, I knew that today was your day off. I actually hoped to speak to you about another matter." Elisa's eyebrow rose slightly. What could he possibly want to speak to her about?

"Shoot."

"I couldn't help to have overheard a bit of your conversation a few nights ago with Goliath about children," Owen stated, in true Owen style, with no embarrassment for having eavesdropped.

"Oh?"

"Yes, detective, and I wanted to offer my services. Actually, I wanted to offer Puck's services to you with this situation,"

Elisa face showed scepticism over the offer. She didn't know Puck specialised in cross-breed fertility. "Uh, how?" She asked reluctantly.

"Well, as you recall, Puck gave you a gift of one wish from him as a baby shower present last year. I wanted to advise you that this would most certainly qualify as something for which this wish could be used—that is, if you choose to use it for this purpose,"

Elisa was a bit stunned. "Wow, I never thought about it," She paused in thought. "But how would it work? I mean, what would the child be? Would it be born or hatched? Would it be half gargoyle, half human? Would he or she be in stone sleep during the day?" Owen raised a hand to all of Elisa's questions.

"Unfortunately, detective, that's something that we couldn't really control until you actually conceived the child. From what I have heard when these things have happened—"

"You mean this cross-breeding thing has happened before?" Owen seemed amused by the question.

"Where do you think the unicorn came from?" Elisa nearly laughed out loud at Owen's try at humour, and the fact that it actually worked, though his seriousness remained locked in his expression.

"Ok, ok, sorry, I haven't dealt with a child of the Third Race for a while, remember? Ok, go on."

"From the stories others have told over the centuries, it appears that the child takes on few of its mother's species' characteristics. In your case, the child would be born, not hatched. Unfortunately, everything else is a guess,"

Elisa was still stunned by this news. She and Goliath could really have their very own child together. Yes, Adam was like his son, but to have a son of his own blood would be a miracle. Wrapped in her thoughts, Elisa snapped out of it when she heard the noise of an empty plastic plate being thrown onto the floor by Adam. He then giggled and threw his hands up in joy. Elisa shook her head and bent down to pick up the plate. She handed the plate back to Adam, still in a daze, and sat down at the table.

She looked up at Owen and said quietly, "I would have to think about it and talk it over with Goliath."

Owen nodded. "Of course, detective. Take your time. After all, this wish is yours, and has no expiry date." He nodded again, and turned to leave.

"Thanks for offering, Owen. I'll let you know." He bowed a short good bye and left Elisa and her son alone.

She had some serious pondering to do over this matter. Would it actually work? Could Puck's magic help she and her mate conceive their own child together? Was it physically possible to carry a half-human/half-gargoyle child to term? And how would she explain another growing belly at work? She knew she would be thinking about the issue all day. While she should have been angry at Owen for eavesdropping on a private and personal conversation between husband and wife, she actually found herself smiling at the idea that it could be possible… i Thanks, Owen, now I'll be worrying and thinking about this all day until Goliath wakes up… /i

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May 28, 1998, 11:47pm, Severius' apartment, Flushing, New York

A dark figure stooped near the entrance of Dr. Severius' apartment, making sure the coast was clear for him to gain entry into the apartment for the fourth consecutive night. Ms. Destine insisted that he continue his reconnaissance until he found potentially useful information. As he picked his way through the lock and stepped in deftly, the hooded man had a feeling he'd find something most valuable this night. Last night, the note book entry he had found read that the virus was close to becoming fatal for gargoyles only, whatever that meant. He never asked questions. Ms. Destine paid him well for his services and his apathy, and he wasn't about to ruin that by asking a lot of questions. Frankly, he didn't care one way or another. As the world slowly dealt with the news reports of gargoyles being real, he did, too. Sure, it was a bit unnerving to hear about seven foot tall creatures with wings who were super powerful, but he wasn't about to join those KKK wannabes, the Quarrymen, in their over-the-top marches, wearing those stupid hoods and carrying those hammers that looked like something out of a science-fiction novel. That would just be crazy. Besides, they hadn't been a real group in over 6 months, and hadn't gathered since their leader vanished all those months ago. The news reported that the man known as Castaway hadn't been seen since his group of followers were responsible for nearly killing a police woman and her infant son in a car crash. Speculation surrounded his whereabouts, but the rumours were that he had moved to some non-extradition country and tried to gather a new set of followers. What a weirdo, the man thought suddenly…

The dark figure, shrouded in the shadows, skulked over the same desk he had found the information two nights before. The same notebook lay upon the desk. He quietly flipped to the pages that he had already read and found a new entry on the bottom of a page.

"May 27, 1998: The virus requires more research. Possibly another two weeks."

The spy closed the notebook and left to report his findings to Ms. Destine.

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That morning, as Dominique was beginning her day at work, she walked into her office to see her spy sitting in front of her desk, waiting anxiously to speak with her. She couldn't read his expression, so she simply asked, "What news?"

The man pulled off his black toque and turned to look at her. "Ms. Destine, Severius is confident he'll be able to fix the virus. He estimates it at another two weeks before he's cracked it."

Dominique took a seat and steepled her hands upon the desk, pondering what to do with this information. At length, she replied. "Hmm. Nothing else there?"

The spy shook his head. "No, ma'am."

Silence. The processors in Dominique's brain were spinning. The spy grew nervous with the silence.

"Ms. Destine, what next?"

Dominique's face lit up. She knew exactly what to do. "Ask Debra to give you your payment."

"But I thought—"

"Your services will no longer be required for this assignment. I will take it from here." She said, pointing to the door to her office. Taking the cue, the spy got up from his seat and left the office, closing the door behind him. Dominique nodded. I will have to take it from him, she thought. I will have to, before he makes the virus utterly useless to me…

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