Ok. This it the continuation of The Other One. Only this is about Jacqueline's son. A strange mix.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gargoyles

Finding his Place

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He knew he was different. Different from his clan, from his father. Even different from Alice, Amy, and Michael. They at least looked like how the mutates were supposed to look. But he was a strange mix of his father and his dead mother.

Lincoln looked back down at the book he was reading. His heart was not into the "History of the Sciences" at the moment. He sighed as he thumped his furred tail hard on the concret and slamed the book close. He looked around the small room that he had claimed as his down in the Labyrinth. He came here during the day and studied from the books that had captivated his attention since he was a child. But at night he was put through his paces in traning with the 'true'gargyles at night. He hated fighting but Brooklyn, his father, would not hear it. In fact the only time that his father even talked to him was when he had made a mistake. He had been told that Brooklyn had never truly gotten over the death of his mother.

The way that he was told was that she had been like the mutates and was once a human. But then she had been recaptured by the now dead Sevarius. She was mutated even more, escaped, mated with Brooklyn had him, then was recaptured and finally killed herself and Sevarius in an attempte to escape from his and everyone elses' clutches.

To Lincoln though, it sounded a lot like those soap operas that Maggie and Amy like to watch.

"Heyyyy Lin," a girlsih voice called out.

Oh, no, he thought just as he was pounced apon by an almost white catlike girl. The force knocked him off of the stool and both ended up in a tangle of wings and tails. "Amy!"

"What?" she asked inccontly.

"How many times do I have to tell you. I'm not a mouse or a bird or ANY other thing to pounce on!" Lincoln almost yelled at her.

Her cute kittenish muzzle stintted up and she looked like she was about to cry. Lincoln immediatly felt bad.

"Ah, Am, you know I don't mean that. I'm sorry."

Her blue eyes brightened and she smiled then licked his cheek.

A high laugh had Lincoln twisting his head around but because of the tangle that he and Amy were in, he had to settle to looking upside down at Michael. Michael in all of his gold and black spotted glory was standing in the doorway laughing at him. He grinned that them the baby cheetah ruff-like mane made him look rougher then his long sleek body did. "Hear, I thought you were going to be male enough then you went and blew it." He walked up and grabbed Amy by the scruff and jerked on Lincoln's tail thus untangling them. He let go of Amy and Lincoln's tail.

Lincoln whipped his tail away and it moved back and forth in a cat's agitation. "You don't have to be a crude person just to be a 'man'."

Michael ignored this and stood smirking down at him, "I heard that you messed up so bad last night in the training that even Hudson gave up."

"So I'm bad at fighting. So are you." Lincoln retorted.

"Yeah, but I can still outrun and out fly any one, even your old man." Michael laughed.

Lincoln snarled his eyes glowing bluish white.

Michael just smiled and allowed his eyes to glow white as well.

The room became deathly silent; the only sound was the small whimper from Amy as she backed away.

"Lincoln, it's almost sun down…" the sound of Talon's voice echoed through the room. "Boys! Break it up. Michael, go relieve Alice from patrolling the lower tunnels." Talon disappeared again not even looking into the room.

Michael backed off and nodded. "Saved by the 'uncle'." He walked by Lincoln, "Pussy."

It was the last straw. Lincoln jumped on Michael's back and delivered a good punch.

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The sun was already down when Lincoln 'limped' home. He sported a black eye and several bruises from his quick temper. Both he and Michael had gotten a chewing out by Talon, Maggie and glares from Claw. As he got closer to the clock tower he felt a lead of doom settle over him. He dreaded going home every night.

When he landed on the railing he listened for voices. Hearing none, he hopped down from the railing and walked into the tower. Lincoln headed over to where the little 'living area' was. It consisted of a small kitchenette, an old couch and Hudson's chair and a TV. Hudson was where he normally was. Bronx, however was not.

Lincoln walked over and stood beside Hudson silently.

"Little 'ate gettin back are we?" Hudson asked.

"Yeah…. so where is everyone? I thought Goliath was going to pair me up with Lexington for patrols tonight." Lincoln asked.

"Aye, 'e was. But decided against it. Thought it 'e best."

"But they took Bronx…." Lincoln said to himself. He hung his head and headed back to the outside of the clock. He leaned against the railing and looked out at the city. "There has to be something I'm good at."

A little short but I think I will keep the chapters short. I hope that you will enjoy, please R&R!.