A bit of Magic
by Inspirationbynight
Author's Note: Hooray for fics inspired in the night by foggy dreams.
Edit 2/7/08: This takes place in November 1996, after The Journey. Fic #1
Elisa blinked her eyes twice more before they focused. Talons instead of fingers and toes. Shreads of her boots and oh no...her favorite jacket. Her only jacket.
Matt gapped at her with a hanging mouth, slacking his hold on the unconcious teen in his arms. "Elisa..." he started.
"Yeah...Matt, remember that time I told you over the stake-out that I was turned into a gargoyle?" Elisa asked him, slightly overwhelmed by the clarity of her sight and hearing.
"Yeah," Matt said, "you're going to have to explain it to me again."
Elisa huffed and blew a lock of ebony hair from her face. She remembered that night like it had happened yesterday but tonight... "Megan's going to have to explain this one," the detective-turned-gargoyle told him, glancing down at the sleeping brunnette.
Caught after school in the bathroom with a lighter, incense, a book that reminded Elisa of the Grimorum, had sent the jewelry-decked teen into Elisa's temporary care at the station while her aunt was contacted.
The girl had shoulder length brown hair with black streaks and long bangs framing her pointed face. If Elisa had been a rooky she would have called a hasty judgment on the kid. But looking at her for more than five seconds told the detective that she was a good kid under the jewelry and purple eyeshadow.
The aunt arrived and after some quick talking, managed to get her niece out of the station with little paper work and no parole officer.
"You know about magic," Megan said softly, standing from the bench in the station. Elisa glanced around but it seemed that no one had heard. Megan nodded. "Yeah I'm 16 but I can tell a lot about a person."
Her aunt called her to the door with urgency.
"I'll think we'll see each other again, if nothing else," the teen said politely before leaving the station.
Just as she had said, a week later Elisa accompanied by Matt in Central Park were tracking down their only lead on a case when everything went down hill. Central Park was known to empty this time at night except for a few brave souls who went for a late evening jog or a romantic stroll...or to cast a spell.
The lead, a greasy, balding man with a day's old unshaven face and permanent sneer yelled out to be heard over in Jersey as he stumbled upon a young sorceress. Elisa could only mental stand rooted to the ground, groan, smack her forehead and then go after the frightened man who managed to snake away from Goliath and into the streets.
"That's twice I haven't been able to finish that spell." For the situation, the teen was oddly calm and even managed to sound peeved. Not even Goliath fazed her.
The awkward situation passed into shaky ground when the sorceress announced the location of their target somewhere in the Bronx.
"Hold on a minute," Elisa said, putting her gun back inside its holster. "You're that kid that was at the station last week."
"Trying to cast a spell in the bathroom, yeah, my name is Megan," the girl introduced herself with a flippant air.
"Right...and you just said...how do you know who we're looking for?" Matt asked her, suspiciously.
"Seeing as how you've had a run with magic, not like your partner though, you shouldn't find it too hard to believe that I had a vision of this moment. Well this moment 3 minutes ago or so," Megan answered him, cleaning up the mess of her spilled items into a backpack.
"What do you know of this criminal that we seek?" Goliath asked her, leaving the dark shadows for greyer ones. Megan looked up at him slowly and stood straight. "I've seen you glide in the skies with others. It's an honor to meet you." Blinking her dazed look away and replacing it with a serious one for someone older than her years, Megan answered him, "The one you're looking for is in the Bronx. South--south-east of here. It's a warehouse filled with random storage.." She frowned, trying to recollect.
"Are you believing this?" Matt whispered to Elisa, looking skeptically at the teen.
"After all we've been through? Not to mention you and your Illuminati," Elisa retorted. Her thoughts raced as she came to a conclusion, not noticing Matt's slight cringe at the mention of the secret society she did not know he was a part of.
"If what she says is true, then we must look into it," the lavender gargoyle stated.
"I'll come with you," Megan told them.
Elisa shook her head. "No citizens. Besi--"
"You don't know where it is," Megan pointed out. "And I can lead you. Besides, who would believe that I know anything about the case you're working on?"
She had them there. And she came along.