Gargoyles and every other non-original character mentioned herein are the sole property of Disney and whoever else developed and owns them. I'm using them without express permission but that's ok cause this is just a suspended brain fart and I'm not seeking any financial or social credit from it…meaning it's just for fun. All other characters (that is, the ones I develop) are mine and not yours. If you want to use them, ask. I'll probably be more than willing.
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Hello. This is my first fanfic. Reviews aren't necessary, but if you feel compelled to give one I would love to hear it. This is a Crossover—something I've always wanted to do but never had the spare time or the extra brain juice to make it happen. If you want to know what the other involved parties are you'll just have to read on cause I'm not giving any hints. I'm thinking this is the first of one of those dreaded 'to be continued…' sort. But enough tongue wagging on my part. Read on beloved followers!
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Idle Minds Lead To Mischief
By Wiggle Puss the mighty
Six year old Alexander Xanatos sat on the rug in his room. His toys scattered about him like autumn leaves.
This isn't fun anymore. He thought to himself. Mamma and Dadda are gone. Unca Owen's gone. Lex is gone. Just boring old Hudson. He's no fun.
Alex harrumphed to himself as he rose from the floor and made his way to the door.
With Mr. and Mrs. Xanatos away at a business meeting and Owen upstate finalizing a shipment of XE's latest product, Alex had been left in the care of the clan for the evening. It had been alright at first. Lex, who was always fun, had offered to baby-sit during the business meeting, but once dinner was over and patrols were dished out the job had been left to Hudson, the resident couch potato. Goliath had even taken Bronx with him on his sweep of Central Park so that possibility was out.
The door swung quietly open and Alex slowly sauntered out into the dark hallways of what used to be Castle Wyvern. Most young children would be afraid of the stone corridors and the strange shadows cast on the walls late at night in a place like this. But this was Alex's home, and with the gargoyles around what would he have to fear. If anything really bad happened Unca Puck would come to the rescue anyway. Besides, what was there in the world that the Prince of Avalon should fear? A great many things perhaps. But none of those things occurred to Alexander Xanatos as he silently padded through the great hall.
He was supposed to be in bed, should have been for the past two hours; but Hudson had probably got caught up in I Love Lucy re-runs and forgotten to check in on him to make sure he was.
Alex made his way up to the courtyard that spread half the width of the castle. The stone cobbles were cool and rough beneath his feet. A slight wind caressed his cheek and from somewhere deep in the city, a police siren wailed. "The Just never rest," Elisa had once said, "especially in New York."
It was the middle of March, but one never would have guessed it by the weather. It was cool but not cold out as Alex crossed the courtyard and made his way toward the upper battlements. Once, Goliath had caught him tottering perilously on the edge of Brooklyn's perch while he mimicked the beaked gargoyle breaking out of his stone sleep. Goliath caught him just as he lost his balance and began to topple over into the city streets below to become what Elisa fondly called "Street Pizza". Alex had thought the whole thing a great game. He knew that at any moment he could have invoked his levitation spell and floated freely out of harm's way. But Goliath would have none of it. He'd had a few too many people falling off high precipices in his life-time to unnerve him whenever they got near one. Elisa had suffered the brunt of it. Ever since the Hunter's moon incident, Goliath would hardly let her out of his sight, let alone near a high ledge without him nearby to catch her if she fell. And so Alex had received "the talk" from his parents about carelessness and had not been allowed to go near the battlements without an adult since. But there were no adults here now, now were there?
Alex had perfected the Xanatos grin years ago. But now it seemed even more devilish as he alighted the stairs and climbed.
The stairs brought him up to the main walkway leading from a
corner turret to the central perch reserved for the leader of the clan. He approached the ledge in front of him and
gazed out over Manhattan. Or, at least what he could see of it. His less than moderate height allowed him to
only see about half of the city and the sky line beyond. What little he could see was shrouded by one
of New York's famous industrial smogs that choked the city.
Sigh. Not a night for gandering at the sights.
He turned away from the city beneath him and looked up. The night sky was clear, the stars shone brightly, and the moon was large. How picturesque. And to think, only he was privy to this beautiful sight. Aside from a high gliding gargoyle or news chopper, Alexander Xanatos was the only being high enough above the smog of New York City to enjoy this perfect sky. This sky…perfect…for casting.
Though Alexander Xanatos was the grandson of Queen Titania, it couldn't help but show that the Puck was his tutor. As much of the trickster's mischief had rubbed off on Alex as it could, and in these dark, boring hours Alex remembered what fun mischief could be.
He pondered. What little enjoyment could he….procure, for himself? Mamma and Dadda wouldn't like it too much if the castle got messed up. Goliath would be furious if something happened to the clan. Elisa would tan his hide if he did something to the rest of Manhattan, regardless of what Puck did to intercede. So what did that leave? Not much. At least, not much in this realm…hhhmmmmm….now here was an idea. Unca Puck had mentioned it once: dimension jumping. No Manhattan to mess up, no Goliath to upset, no castle to accidentally destroy…at least not his castle. No, it would be someone else's. Of course! That's it!
Alex giggled gleefully as he braced himself for what he hoped was the proper spell. He remembered something Unca Puck once said about alternate dimensions briefly as he rose his hands to the sky. Something about responsibility and that the possibilities for alternate worlds were endless, that finding a way back once gone could be tricky. But what were repercussions later when you could have fun and spread chaos now?
The stars began to swirl in the night sky and the moon began to warp, folding in on itself. Alex haltingly chanted the words he had learned and felt his power grow within him. The radiant eldritch light that bubbled within him rose to his eyes and began to spill out, illuminating the battlements around him like a lantern. It grew in intensity as the chant continued. His halting words soon flowed confidently as he raised his head to the whirling sky.
This is it! It's coming!
He took a deep breath and bellowed the last words as loud as his little form would allow. Lightning emanated not from the sky but from his hands, his eyes, his mouth. A vortex opened up in the swirling stars and a bright light appeared. It plummeted down like a column, straight for him. Alex felt himself being wrapped in it, cradled in it. A brief feeling passed over him; like he'd been here before, only this time it wasn't suffocating, it wasn't painful, and his mother wasn't here to hold him while he took his first gasps. Suddenly, there was a feeling of motion; like he was being carried along on the crest of a huge wave about to crash on the shore. It rolled and bucked. The light became cold and then…he was swimming. Swimming? Quick find the surface! In his shock and confusion, all thoughts of magic fled his mind. He kicked and stroked, trying to make up from down, fighting to reach the surface. Thank the Dragon for those swimming lessons Mamma insisted he take.
Where was it? The surface! It has to be there!
Just as Alex thought he'd have to suck in the cold water, a pair of strong arms surrounded him from behind. Immediately he was rising, faster than he ever thought possible. And yet the air would not come soon enough. Hurry! Hurry!
Whooossh!
Gasp! Alex sucked in a heaving, wheezing breath as he broke from the water. He hacked and coughed as his lungs tasted the atmosphere again. Oh boy, it felt good!
Barely conscious from the brush with death, Alex still had the presence of mind to realize that when he had broken the water's surface his ride hadn't stopped there. No, instead of swimming toward shore, his rescuer was flying straight up into the air! He quickly tried to gather his bearings and then realized that he had no point of reference to go from. He didn't recognize this land at all. No buildings, no castle; just a long shallow canyon with a lake (that he had had the unfortunate opportunity to get to know way too well) right in the center. And most confusing of all: the sun was up! Hadn't it just been the middle of the night?
Now, Alex was no average boy by any stretch of the imagination. The quarter fae may have only been six years old but he was much smarter than he appeared. However, intelligence had nothing to do with the emotion that crept up on him now. His lip quavered some and then his whole mouth dropped an unbelievable 10 inches as he let out the most annoying wail he (or anyone else for that matter) had ever heard. The wail continued on into a full blown sob until his rescuer finally dropped back down to earth and released him.
Once on the ground, the first thing Alex noticed was the shadow. It looked human enough; arms, legs, torso. But the thing that got him the most was the head, or at least he thought it was the head. Instead of a normal round shadow that would be produced by a human head, Alex saw what appeared to be spikes; large spikes sticking straight out of where the head should be.
But all this took a back-seat to what Alex noticed next. He himself had changed. His coloring was completely different. Granted he had inherited his mother's light skin but now he pasty! And his body was all rounded instead of the way it should be; like an over grown cupie-doll. Even his clothes were different. He still wore his X-Men pajamas but now they were vividly colored, almost gaudy. His head felt different too. It felt ridiculously large compared to his body. And something was wrong with his face. He pawed at it and almost gagged at what he felt. His eyes took up half his face and it felt like his mouth had the potential to be the size of a pea one minute and the size of a watermelon the next. Did he even have a nose? Oh, yes there it was…barely.
Timidly he turned around to face what he could only imagine the off-spring of Arnold Schwarzenegger and Edward Scissor-Hands would look like.
He was pleasantly relieved, if not a little confused.
Just how did he get all his hair, and there was a lot of it, to stand straight up on end like that? It was almost as dark as Elisa's, but not quite. His body reminded him of a human version of Goliath. He wore a weird red outfit, like something one might see on a martial artist who's recently come out of the closet.
Alex forgot all his well bred manners and simply gawked.
The stranger finally leaned forward and extended his hand. "Well hello there! I wasn't expecting to fish a stray kid out of the water this morning but I'm just as glad that I did! Boy! You could have drowned! You should pay more attention to where you energize yourself! Speaking of which, how did you do that? I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like that, and surprisingly I'm very good natured and cheery about the whole thing. Hmph! Go figure! Well, I bet you'd like to get dried up and something to eat. I love to eat. Come on! My wife can have your clothes dry in no time and while we wait we can have a good hearty meal and you can tell me how you got here!"
Alex nearly tripped over the stranger's words as they poured out of his mouth at unrelenting speeds. And why did he yell everything?
The stranger started walking away from the lake, seemingly unaffected by Alex's confusion. He turned after about 20 feet and called back, "Hey, if you want to come you better catch up! I'm already running late as it is and my wife is probably going to chew me out if I don't get back, ha, ha!"
His over exuberance was beginning to make Alex nauseous, but he really had no other choice. He could feel his senses reestablishing themselves after their moment of panic, but he could tell that he had practically drained himself with the dimensional spell. It would take him a while to "recharge" before he could attempt to return home. Until then he'd need a place to stay…and play. This stranger seemed nice enough, if a little weird. He heaved a great sigh and ran to catch up.
"What have I gotten myself into now?" He mumble dejectedly. "Oh, well. I'm here, I might as well see what 'joyous mischief awaits', as Unca Puck would say."
As he caught up, the stranger opened his mouth to what Alex feared might be another torrent. But instead, he simply said, "So what's you're name kid?"
"Alex."
"Hmmm, never heard that one before. How'd you get it?"
"For Alexander the Great."
"Who?"
"Nevermind…so what's your name?"
"Hmm? Oh! My name? Well, I have a couple of names. But I really only go by one!"
"And that is…?"
"Goku!"
The End…For now (*snicker*- beat that Chicken!)
