Gargoyles: The Last Night

Chapter 4

A.N: The movie further in and the few lines in here is a homage to Robbin Williams. The Fisher King was my favorite movie growing up, I don't give a damn about Jack, Perry and Lydia steal the show! Robin Williams was a hero of mine, and his passing killed me on the inside. But on that note, I thought this would be a nice little snippet for him, I am a big fan of the dramatic arts and he was basically the God of that.

I also connected with him with how he connected with his parents, he was intimidated by his father and distant mother. A bit déjà vu-ish to me.

Rest in peace Robin, you are missed.

On another note I am looking for a beta reader if anyone is interested please PM me. I don't own the gargoyles or anything else, just Patience and her life. As always don't forget to: Love it, Share it, Follow it, Fave it and Review it!


Thursday didn't seem to come fast enough for Brooklyn, he checked the calendar everyday since he dropped Patience off at her apartment. Everyone else took notice to his overly happy state of mind. They said nothing, though always stared and looked at him oddly as he almost, though not really, skipped down the the ancient castle walls.

Hudson's knowing smirk, Angela's frank curiosity, Goliath's encouragement and Broadway's and Lexington's teasing glances. Brooklyn was completely oblivious to them though. His newest infatuation seemed to be returning his interest and he was determined to make this new potential partnership work.

For once he was appreciative for the media and their influence on gargoyles, for now being interested in one was no longer such a taboo. In fact the clan got 'love letters' from obsessed woman (and some men) for dates.

The clan never took it up, for the main reason that most of the people were psychotic, and desperate. Sure there were people who were disgusted by the idea, but that was founded anywhere, at least now the idea wasn't completely rejected.

For nights, when he wasn't on patrol he locked himself in the bathroom and practiced what he would say around Patience in the mirror. Some of it charming, most of it awful pick up lines and arrogant remarks. Some of the worst were:

Are you tired? Cause you've been running through my mind all day.

Are you Swedish? Cause your the sweetish girl I've met!

Do you have a map? Cause I'm lost in your eyes.

How does it feel to be the most beautiful girl in the room?

When the night finally came (and he thought better about using the pickup lines) he stretched his wings ready to take off. Thinking with hope about what the night had in store.


Patience scrubbed the apartment raw when she wasn't at school or work, vacuuming, sweeping, mopping, dusting and wasting 40 dollars on air fresheners and scented candles to get the smell of sex, smoke and alcohol out of the apartment.

She was fortunate enough that her Uncle Jeffery took her dad for the night, needing someone to take him to his appointment with Dr. Stallman. And every time Jason Robbins met his brother he spent the next two days at a bar. It was no secret to Patience that her uncle and dad disliked each other, but they kept it civil in each other's presence.

Monday, her thoughts wandered to Brooklyn during calculus, doodling hearts over her notebook, which caused Victor to tease her even more. Tuesday at her job at the coffee shop, Victor played sets of love songs which caused Patience to turn 50 different shades of red. Wednesday, Victor dragged her to the mall to shop for outfits, where they found none. Which led to her current predicament.

She stood in her bathrobe, her hair wet from a quick shower, shaving every section of her that she could, and in front of her closet, trying to find something to wear. She only had two dresses and one was the green costume she wore for Halloween. The rest was just work uniforms and plain neutral colored long sleeves and plain jeans.

She sighed, running a hand through her slick locks as she looked back at the snoring like a hibernating bear on her back, legs sticking up in every direction.

"You lucky thing." She sighed, "All you have to worry about is sleeping. While I'm dealing with inner teenage girl turmoil."

Houla sneezed in her sleep and Patience rolled her eyes. Typical. She looked through her closest again with no luck. She was about to give up when there a knock at her door. Her eyebrows shot up to hair line as she tentatively walked to the door and stood on her tips toes to look through the peep hole.

Her brown eyes widened and she opened the door and hissed, "What are you doing here?!"

Victor shot his hands up in surrender and his expression was one of surprise, "Relax. I come baring gifts!" He told her pushing himself into the apartment. He pulled out his messenger bag and dumped several clothes on the floor.

"I asked my older sister if I could give some of her old stuff to a friend, cause you could find anything to wear, she said yes so I got these."

He eyes widened at the assortment of clothes before her. A different reds, blues, blacks, whites, yellows and greens greeted her eyes as she looked up at her friend with a grin.

"I seriously owe you." She said through a breathy laugh and kneeled to the floor examining the shirts and skirts before her. Victor smirked and sat down on the couch.

"I know, So you won't mind that I tag along on your 'little date' will you?" He asked smugly and Patience immediately turned her attention to him.

"Um no. I owe you Vic but not that much. And it's not a date...he does like me like that." She told him at first boldly and then quietly towards the end, her eyes going back to the clothes.

"Then me hanging around will be fine. Besides, I doubt you'd know what to do with a guy alone." He stated resting his arms behind his head and she scowled, but knew her friend was right.

"I hate you sometimes," She pouted finally deciding on a semi long sleeved black top with butterfly print. She was going to wear concealer over her scars and put a bracelet or two on. She then pulled out an old denim skirt and frowned,

Would this be too revealing? Or not revealing enough? The sun was going to set in an hour, what was she even going to do when he got here?

"Just get dressed. I'm joking around and you know it. I won't be a third wheel." He smirked and she stuck her tongue out at him, then turned to her room to put on her new clothes. Once she had the shirt and skirt on she tip toed, so she didn't wake Houla, to her now clean desk and pulled out her concealer, carefully brushing over her cuts and hiding them from sight, if one really looked they'd see them, but at first glance they were totally unnoticeable.

After a little while with the hair dryer and her hair was dried and pulled into a high ponytail, her bangs pulled back to reveal her eyes and put on some lip gloss and mascara she then grabbed a black bead bracelet and slid in on her wrist along with her mother's necklace Patience moved back to the living room where Victor was on her couch.

"What are you two love birds doing tonight anyway?" Vic asked and the girl bit her lip.

"I thought we'd go to that movie theatre, the one that shows old movies and then going to walk through the park. I thought it would be fun to go with him." She told him shyly in the teenage boy only grinned further.

"Alright alright I see how it is I'll just stay here and keep an eye on Houla and put all your new stuff away. And make sure you don't bail on your date."

Patience shook her head, "It's not a date, it's just two people spending the evening together and I don't think that's a very-"

"That's exactly what a date is! And Patience I'm gay I don't swing that way you don't have anything to worry about. I'm not gonna snoop through your drawers...that's just nasty." Victor explained with a slight look of disgust.

Patience tried begging, bribing and threatening Victor to leave but he only stayed planted in his spot on the couch. She grumbled, kicking off her flip flops and plopped beside him and muttered curses in Pashto at him and waited for Brooklyn to come.


Brooklyn's stomach tumbled within him as he glided through the October night air to Tribeca, stopping at a flower shop with a small bouquet of flowers that cost him little to nothing, though he didn't have much money to begin with.

He banked left and landed on the third fire escape on a brownstone on the corner of the block. He rapped against the window gently, only to be greeted by Houla barking at Brooklyn happily through the window.

Brooklyn smiled at the hound and waved to her when there was a sudden commotion. Had he been human, he wouldn't have heard it, but heard it he did. There was shuffling, a panicked whisper saying something along the lines of 'I can't do this,' and someone else he didn't recognized say 'Get out there!'. There was some sort of struggle and harsh arguments about 'womaning up' and remark made by Patience of 'How the hell do you know what womaning up is, you're a guy!' until the door slammed open and Patience was pushed in by another set of Caucasian hands.

The gargoyle's breath caught in his throat as Patience came out, brown eyes wide like a deer tossed into an empty road with a car coming straight at it, her slender legs gleaming in the low light and her eyes glowing at him. A nervous and uneasy smile tugged at her glittery lips.

She opened her window and leaned partially on the sill, "Hey"

Brooklyn scratched the back of his head awkwardly and offered an uneasy grin, "Hey." The self confidence he imagined himself to have for the night was quickly faded into nonexistence, as the two looked around awkwardly.

"I was uh...thinking we could go to the park and um...take a little walk. Or the movies I could do both." Patience stammered, her hands gripping each other in an anxious way. He nodded then handed over the flowers with a smile,

"Uh here...these are for you."

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as she looked between the burgundy creature and the flowers in shock,

"Oh my goodness! You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to." He told her earnestly. She blushed and took them, taking a small sniff.

"They're beautiful. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Brooklyn smiled, scratching the back of his head nervously. Patience then backed away from the window before speaking again.

"Come on in, I'm going to put these in some water." She told him and he hopped in through the window. Her eyes gave away a look of nervousness as she smiled sweetly into the flowers, and walked out the door motioning for him to follow.

When the gargoyle entered the living room as Patience left for the kitchen, Brooklyn saw a small teenage boy on the couch, flipping through the channels of the TV. It was the same kid he met Friday the one in the gladiator costume. As soon as the human saw the gargoyle, the teenager popped up from the couch, his glasses shifting at the suddenness in which he stood.

"Nice seeing you again, man." Victor, Brooklyn remembered, greeted and reaching out a hand in a friendly shake. Brooklyn pretended he didn't see how he checked himself and two brothers out.

"Nice seeing you too." He responded then released the human's hand. "So what are you doing here? Are you um...going with us?"

"Nah I'm babysitting Houla. Patience doesn't like her being home alone. Big dog, small apartment, you know?" Victor lied, suppressing the urge to smile. Brooklyn nodded, relieved that it would just be him and Patience when the human girl came back out.

"Alright, we should get going the movie starts in twenty five minutes." Patience spoke as she reentered the room a vase in hand. She set it on the coffee table in front of the couch and dusted her hands off. He smiled as soon as the flowers were safe and picked her up bridal style, causing her to squeak and arms clamping tightly around his neck. Victor snickered at her reaction,

"And here I was hoping we could take a taxi." Patience whispered shakily and Brooklyn laughed,

"It'll be faster. And I thought you liked gliding?"

"Gliding yes, jumping off buildings no."

Brooklyn laughed once more, "It'll be okay, I promise."

Victor smirked at the scene before him, "Alright love birds, have fun on your DATE."

His face heated up and Patience buried her face in her hands.

"Just watch Houla will you?" She mumbled through her fingers. Brooklyn shook his head and moved to the window, hopping up on the cell and holding her tighter before jumping out into the night.


They snuck in through the roof, finding out that the movie they were watching was The Fisher King. She grinned ecstatically though her stomach turned within her. They had snuck into the movies, without paying. She was never much of a rule breaker like Victor, but the feeling she got was both electric and terrifying.

She grinned realizing that it was her favorite movie they were watching, leaning against her companion to get comfortable as the movie began to play. They watched the first five minutes in silence, she shifted every now and again, until she settled against him timidly, her face against his shoulder.

The burgundy gargoyle stared at her with large eyes and heated cheeks. She had no clue what that did to him. His throat felt tight and dry, as she stood back up he took a loud gulp. Her shy toothless smile reemerged and she looked up at him as the movie continued to the scene when Jack met Perry.

Patience leaned back, her lips barely brushing against his skin. There's a sudden knot in his chest and lump in his throat. Brooklyn began to feel like an awkward hatchling trying to learn to glide all over again.

He licked his beak, but his mouth was too dry. It was as if all moisture was sucked out of his mouth like a sponge. His breath could find no passage in the arid wasteland of his throat, as he shifted in a vain attempt to be comfortable.

At one point, she began 'awing' at the date between Lydia and Perry. When Perry began walking Lydia home, Patience began frantically shushing and waving hands around excitedly. They were up high enough that no one heard them but Brooklyn looked at her puzzled as she whispered,

"It's my favorite part."

Brooklyn nodded slightly as he turned to watch Patience instead of the movie. She clasped her hand over her heart, a cheerful look in her eyes and began to quote the lines being spoken. Her eyes shined with longing, as if she desperately desired to be Lydia. To be looked at like the way Perry looked at the woman on the screen. Little did she know, Brooklyn was beginning to.

The gargoyle looked at the human in amusement and adoration, a dreamy sigh escaped her lips. She then leaned against him more, as if she totally forgot where she was and who she was with. He stiffened but soon relaxed, his arm wrapping securely around her waist as the movie continued.

The burgundy creature however, wasn't watching the movie, he was watching her. How she grinned and laughed and clapped and cried along with the film as if she watched it for the first time. Her eyes crinkled as she giggled and she covered her mouth with her hands when she laughed. She seemed relaxed and less wound up like when she first met him. As if she allowing herself to let go of her iron gripped self control.

When the movie ended the two snuck back out and glided to the park, the street lights were on in was empty except for the occasional jogger. They made small talk about stars and how somethings in the movie just didn't make sense.

"So where do you work again?" Brooklyn as they walked side by side.

"I actually have three jobs. One at the Hidden City Cafe, another at Mega Max's Movie Mart and the last is at The Reading Nook." Patience explained head down facing the sidewalk. He looked at her, eyes wide.

"Why so many?" He questioned and Patience sighed, tilting her head back and biting her lip, trying to think about a decent lie.

"I'm trying to save up for college. Scholarships can only get you so far." Patience fibbed, she had no plans to go to college, she'd never make enough money nor would her father let her leave and her dream job was so out of reach it was hopeless.

"What do you wanna do when you get to college?"

She frowned her features forlorn, "I want to be a ballerina in the New York City Ballet, my Uncle paid for my dancing lessons from when I was four until I was fifteen, when I didn't have time to dance anymore. Not like it'll happen anyway."

He raised an eye ridge confused, "Why do you say that?"

"You know how many girls become ballerinas? The ones who do are rich with ten brand new cars and cute little purse dogs." Patience sighed sadly. "That's not me."

He looked at her sadly and pulled at her hand, making Patience look at him surprised.

"What are-"

"Dance with me. I bet you have more talent then half those girls at the ballet." Brooklyn smiled and her heart began to melt. He was so sweet, so kind and considerate. It killed her knowing that he was going to eventually break her heart.

"Brooklyn, I don't-"

"You asked me to dance last Friday, come on you know you want to." He twirled her around with one fluid motion, as he spun around her in circles. Patience's heart hammered in her chest but her feet moved with ease from years of dancing.

His hands moved to her waist and he lifted her up into the air with strength and care only he possessed. There was no music, only the sound of crickets, cars and the few birds awake at that hour.

They met together at a rhythm only Brooklyn and Patience knew. Her eyes met his with delight and awe. How could someone like him exists? And why of all people did he chose her when he deserved someone so much better than her. Their hands intwined, though it was slightly difficult with their different hands size and fingers.

Brooklyn swayed her in his arms, spinning her around only once as she began to do pirouettes. Patience looked so alive and it made Brooklyn's heart soar. Once she stopped spinning he dipped her slowly and gently as if she were made of china. The impromptu dance ended at that. She was upside down in that position for a few moments longer though, both the gargoyle and human breathing heavy from their dance.

They slowly parted after Brooklyn brought her back upright. Their eyes connected before she looked away, blushing embarrassed.

"I told you." Brooklyn smiled and Patience's faced heated up some more as she looked shyly at the ground.

"Well, what do you like to do? Besides being city protector?" She asked shyly trying to change the subject and he shook his head.

"That's part of being a gargoyle. Protecting comes first, what we like comes second. Protecting what we're care about...it's who we are. Without it we're lost. There's no bigger purpose for us other than that. But I do like motorcycles, and as you know reading." Brooklyn explained and she pouted,

"That sounds so much simpler than being human. Trying to figure out who you wanna be, how your going to pay for it, not knowing who you are..."

He nodded, "I still don't understand how humans do a lot of things."

She laughed, her hand covering her mouth yet again. "Hey I'm human and I still don't understand a lot of the things we do."

They laugh at that together when Brooklyn asked what seemed like the tenth question that night, not that Patience minded, he was simply trying to get to know her.

"So how'd you get Houla? And why'd you pick-"

"Such a weird name for her? She was a gift from my uncle when I was thirteen. Houla is because she's half Catahoula leopard dog. It wasn't the most original thing in the world but I liked it." Patience shrugged.

"I named myself Brooklyn. So I don't have room to judge." Brooklyn shrugged and Patience looked at him confused,

"Woah wait, you named yourself?" Patience asked, surprised. He nodded,

"Gargoyles didn't have names for a long time." Brooklyn replied the patient still looked confused. He then began to recount the tales at the original castle Wyvern in Scotland, how he and his clan were betrayed by the captain of the guard, how he only survived by being sent to the rookery and how they came to be in New York. She looked at him with awe and pity, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder, but she never said anything, she didn't say 'sorry' or 'sorry for your loss' or 'I feel so bad for you' it was as if she knew he hated when someone said that. He then began to explain how the clan worked as a family, how it was communal raising but skipping the parts including mating and romance as trying not to scare her away.

She nodded, asking questions such as,

'So Broadway and Lexington aren't your real brothers?' and 'So your birthday is March Twentieth?'

And when he explained he never had a birthday she all but gasped,

"My uncle Jeffery always threw me a birthday party! Next March I'm throwing you the biggest party ever!"

"You don't have to-"

"But I want to." Patience grinned, mimicking from earlier. He sighed exasperatedly but their was a smile on his face as they continued to walk. And as they did so Brooklyn ever so shyly outstretched his small talon to her pinkie and took it in shy grip, one which Patience accepted, a blush blooming on both their faces.


After that night, they could never be away from each other for more than twenty-four hours. If Patience couldn't visit the clan because of work, she always called. When Brooklyn was on patrol and couldn't see her, he left often hand picked flowers on her window sill.

She was home less and less, at the Castle more and more. Her father still beat her, kicking in her ribs and smacking her around, which followed a few more cuts on her skin, but Patience was still the happiest she's been in years.

Patience's days in classes were filled with love struck sighs, she danced as she served coffee and smiled like a dim-wit, they always meeting up to do something, often ending with dancing or going to see a movie of some sort. He inspired her to restart her college fund, setting a few cents aside that she didn't use for grocery or rent for school.

Victor couldn't help but snicker at her attitude the past few days. Teasing her, though she didn't seem to mind, as much. She still blushed, though it was no longer from embarrassment.

The clan loved Patience, accepting her like a lost friend. The trio, herself and Angela often had movie nights or played cards. Patience and Angela often talked to each other, the gargoyle often asking about how she felt about Brooklyn and the human answered without words, but merely blushed.

Broadway and Patience were cooking buddies, spending hours together experimenting in the kitchen. No one complained when they did, for the result was more often than not delicious, even though the kitchen ended up as a complete mess.

Lexington she didn't see often, for the khaki gargoyle was often sneaking off to hang out with Victor, or what they called 'studying'. But the bright gargoyle often helped her with science and math homework, and the two were on good terms.

Hudson asked her about her day, and she often helped him with his reading lessons and going on trips to see her uncle, who she was surprised to find out was also friends with the gargoyles. She and Hudson even brought Bronx along with Houla to the park where both canine like creatures played and enjoyed each other's company.

Goliath often checked up on her, making sure all was well in her world before going off on his own patrol. He seemed concerned for her well being a took a little more notice than she had liked when she flinched or winced, but Hudson did as well.

Xanatos and Elisa both seemed curious about the new addition to their strange crowd, while Owen always watched her with Puck's meddling mind. Although she enjoyed the gargoyles and Elisa, Patience tried her best to avoid the billionaire, his wife and right hand man.

It was one night, when she was laughed while watching Jurassic Park, jumping into Brooklyn's arms when the raptors were chasing after the children did she realize something that made her stomach drop.

She was falling in love with him. And she didn't find that thought as terrifying as she should have.