AN: Gargoyles and its affiliated characters belong to Disney/Greg. Any other characters belong to me.
A Chance Meeting
I wandered the streets of Manhattan, taking in the sights. I had been here, years before when I was a Senior in high school. Wandering with a large group of people did not compare to wandering on your own. I took in the traditional sights while looking for work. I hoped to find work soon, the cost of living was killing my savings.
It was nearing sunset when I heard the commotion. I paused, wondering if I should leave. I took a deep breath, shaking my head. I was a small town girl in the big city raised to help out whenever I could. I snuck up to the alley, peering around the corner. A tall, beautiful woman was kicking butt. "Get the kid and get out!" one of the men yelled.
One man dodged around the woman, snatching at a crying bundle. "No!" she cried. This was not something I could let pass by. I looked around, seeing no weapon at hand. Not that I was a trained fighter or anything.
"Well, let's treat him like a cow, then," I muttered to myself. I waited until he was almost past me and launched myself out, tackling him with my shoulder. He grunted, crashing into the far wall. I tore the small bundle from his loosened grip, holding the child close to me.
"You little—" He reached inside his jacket, face furious.
"Hee-yah!" the woman had arrived. She kicked the man in the side of the head and he crumpled to the ground. She grabbed the hair of his head and snarled into his ear, "Don't let me catch you messing with my family again!" I looked down the alley, mouth gaping. There was not a single person left standing. "Hand me my son."
My jaw shut with a click and I handed the squirming boy over to his mom. I noticed the blue, fox-head tattoo around her eye then. I shuddered involuntarily. It must have been painful. She snuggled her son, drying the boys tears and making him giggle. "Is he okay?" I ventured.
"He is. Thank you for stopping that man. I feel that I owe you."
I shrugged it off. "Just trying to do the right thing. I'm glad you two are okay. Do you need me to call or taxi or something?"
She laughed. "No, I don't, though David had better find me a new driver." She pulled out her cell phone, dialing.
"Well, I better head home."
"Wait." I stopped, turning to look at her. "Like I said, I owe you. And the fact that you risked yourself to save my son means a great deal to me." She pulled a card out of the back pocket of her jeans. "If you need anything, look me up. Just ask for Fox." I nodded thanks again and walked off. Whoever she had called earlier came on the line. The last I heard was her giving orders for someone to come pick her up.
