First Times
Summary: Fun scenes from In the Beginning from Owen's point of View.
A/N: Because this is what I meant to be writing with In the Beginning but David was an easier perspective to write from at the time. Also, this is a bribe for you lot to be patient with me. The Walls are high and the Bunnies few.
Spoilers: For In the Beginning (go read that first) and season 1 & 2 of Gargoyles.
Warnings: language (sparingly)
Disclaimer: Gargoyles… Disney… Buena Vista… Greg Weisman… not me.
Chapter 1: When They First Met
There was something about Halcyon Renard. He wasn't, in Owen's humble opinion, terribly attractive or particularly funny (things he understood women to like in mates) but he was clever and he was intelligent (by human standards) and he did have a lot of money.
It was very unlikely that the latter had anything to do with Anastasia's infatuation. It was short lived, as such things often are. The Queen-in-mortal-clothing was kept entertained long enough to bear a child ("My my my," the other had chuckled when he saw "I don't think this is what Daddy Oberon meant for us to be doing at all.") and to see that child grow but she drifted then. Floating in and out of the lives of her husband and child like a breeze.
It was just as well. The new little princess was enough trouble all on her own and Owen didn't think Renard could have handled Janine and Anastasia at the same time. Watching had been fun, the Puck had thought sometime around Janine's eighteenth birthday, but playing would be more so.
It took a year of preparation, of false documents and magic-ing up a back story that would have most novelists drooling. The Puck impressed himself with his work (a hard thing to do) and glanced around for the blank canvas to build his new personae on.
And boy did he find a good one. Could you take a canvas that was already white and white it out further? Make something more blank than blank? He was going to find out.
(LINE BREAK)
"Hello, I don't think we've been formally introduced," it took a moment for Owen to realize that the comment was being directed at him and when he did finally look up, David Xanatos was standing there, a large friendly smile dominating his face. Owen blinked.
This had happened before; mostly in the first week or so of Owen's employment and he had a standard reaction ready for it.
"No," Owen returned his attention to his computer and resumed typing. "We haven't."
"I'm David," there was no immediate response which wouldn't have surprised anyone else in the office. "David Xanatos, I work with-" You would think, that with his vaunted intelligence and social skills, David Xanatos would know when someone was blowing him off.
"Was there something you needed, Mr. Xanatos?" Owen only spoke in three tones: dry, dryer and bland. He decided that bland wouldn't get the job done and that his driest might be perceived as humor. Owen wasn't supposed to be humorous.
"I was told you were the person to come to about information on the-" Owen pulled a manila file out of a drawer full of manila files and handed it to a startled David and went back to typing. With any luck that would end the encounter. The dark haired man opened it and blinked. "Ah, yes that's it exactly, thank you."
Owen was finished acknowledging the other man. The reports would not fill out themselves (not without some extra "help" at least) and they had proven to be far more interesting to him than any mortal working for CyberBiotics. David predictably fled, though he did it with his head held proudly. Some people just couldn't accept defeat.
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