Gargoyles: Paths of Peace

Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles or any recognizable characters thereof. The any Original Characters are mine.

A/N: Here's the beginning of the next arc...


The Quarryman's Daughter Part 1


Samantha sighed as she waited on the stoop of her apartment building. Justin was supposed to meet her there fifteen minutes ago, but had been delayed. This was normal behavior though, anytime they were supposed to meet up to do something he'd be anywhere from ten to thirty minutes late.

Over the past five years they'd become rather good friends. She knew he had two other friends she'd never met, when asked about them he'd quickly change the subject. Whether he was embarrassed about them or something else had crossed her mind, but she always put it aside. Though a few hints had been made, one was from a rather wealthy family and went to a private school, while the other was home schooled, beyond that she knew they were both boys and one was older than Justin and the other was younger.

She turned as she heard running feet on the pavement and saw Justin as he slowed down as he reached the stoop, "Gah, bus delayed, had to take the subway."

Samantha giggled as he dropped onto the step below her, "Why didn't you just call your friend and borrow his limo?"

Justin waved her off, "Because I don't want to owe him any favors."

She pulled on his shoulder to indicate they should go inside, "Come on dad left some money for us to order pizza."

Justin frowned, "Alright, but no anchovies this time."

Samantha looked surprised, "I thought you liked them."

"Yeah, I just had a bad encounter with some bad fish; I'm a little squeamish right now." Justin scratched the back of his head, and she could tell he wasn't revealing everything.


A few minutes later they were waiting for the delivery. Samantha pulled out some DVDs and held up the top title, "We got the Star Wars DVDs series, we could have a marathon of that."

Justin frowned, "Prequels or original?"

"Original," She put the others back and put the first disc in the player, "So think we'll be in the same class this year again?"

Justin chuckled, "Yeah, mom just called to see who my teacher would be. Considering the crackpots we've had before."

Samantha ticked off her fingers as she recounted their past teachers, "Ms. Bennett number one, Ms. Bennett number two, and Ms. Bennett number three…what's the odds a set of triplets would all become teachers and work at the same school over the course of three years."

Justin looked serious, "I believe that's a once in a century type of thing."

Samantha nodded, "But last year wasn't too bad. Ms. Oma was a very nice old lady."

Justin seemed to contemplate that for a moment, "Yeah, see seemed a lot more caring than our previous teachers."

The doorbell rang signaling the arrival of their food. The next few minutes were filled with eating and watching the opening credits of Star Wars. As the title crawl rolled off into space Samantha spoke up, "So who's our teacher this year, I hope it's not that Mr. Welker."

Justin shook his head, "No, a new teacher again. Mr. Raven, mom did a background check like she always does, he's pretty strict, already heard a couple of the troublemakers in our class won't be in it anymore."

Samantha turned back to the movie, "So no more goofing off for you I take it."

Justin made a growling sound, "I don't goof off; I just don't take everything serious."


About six hours later Samantha's father entered the apartment to find a half eaten pizza and two eleven year olds watching the end credits of Return of the Jedi rolling up the screen. He shook his head, "You have three days till school and you waste one sitting in here watching old movies."

Both jumped up from the couch as they hadn't notice the adult enter. Samantha ran over to greet her father, Justin merely walked around the couch, "Hey Mr. Stonewell, how was work?"

Mr. Stonewell chuckled, "Fine, actually saw your mother today. They were doing a sweep for Quarrymen at the build sight. Picked up a couple guys, actually I might get a promotion thanks to that, it seems the foreman was responsible for some park bombing last winter."

Samantha's father didn't notice but she did, with the mention of the bombings Justin's whole demeanor had changed. Samantha and her father knew Justin was pro-gargoyle Samantha was also leaning toward pro-gargoyle she even had some figurines the tourism board had produced to use the gargoyles to promote tourism. The figurines had ceased production after the gargoyles had made a statement they didn't approve, but some were still floating around at curio stores and pawn shops.

The for mentioned bombings were in fact a trap set to kill the gargoyles, the trap failed but fourteen people were injured and six killed. It was this event that had solidly placed Quarrymen as a terrorist organization. It was now a criminal offense to be a member, and possession of either uniform or equipment of the organization could lead to serious fines at the least, prison time at the most.

She followed Justin's line of sight to a hall closet. Earlier in the summer they had been searching for an old fan when the air conditioning went out, Samantha remembered her mom had kept one in there. They found more than a fan then; they had located Mr. Stonewell's Quarrynen uniform. Samantha had questioned her father about it, she hadn't told him Justin had seen it. Her father hadn't outright admitted being a member, but soon confessed to his daughter.

Justin glanced at the clock, "Oh, I better take off. I'm supposed to be at my dad's place within the hour."

Mr. Stonewell nodded, "How about I give you a lift, I need to drop Sam off at the civic center. I got a meeting I need to go to."

The two eleven year olds shared a look before nodding and heading for the door.


Jason was surprised when Justin used his key to enter the apartment, "Justin? What are you doing here?"

Justin walked silently to the window and watched a pickup drive down the street, "Sorry Jason, Sam's dad offered to give me a lift to my dad's place. I couldn't exactly have him drop me off at the Eyrie Building."

Jason nodded, "I see…is something wrong?"

Sitting on the couch Justin frowned at the man who acted as his human father, "If I tell you something will you promise not to mention it to anyone else…not even Aunt Beth."

Jason noted his seriousness, "Okay, but I withhold the right to decide to break that promise if I feel it either endangers you or someone else."

The young hybrid nodded then sighed, "Let's say…hypothetically…that I know someone is involved with some bad people, but he or she isn't really a bad person. I know I should tell someone, but I know what will happen if I do. I don't want to get this person into trouble."

Jason crossed his arms, "Mr. Stonewell is a memeber of the Quarrymen."

Justin was surprised with the bluntness, "You know?"

Jason sighed, "I know, and your mother knows. We've known for a couple years, actually my brother was the one who told me. The only reason charges haven't been brought against him is the only linking evidence is what John has told me. We decided that we'd keep an eye on him; in fact John has been ecstatic that you and Samantha are such good friends. He believes the story that you're my son, and hopes to get you to join the family business."

Justin glared, "Yeah, a gargoyle hunting gargoyles…such a pleasant thought."

The former Huntsman sighed, "Yeah, I'm afraid my brother has truly gone beyond any help. Just…stay clear of him when you're in this form in your other form leave him to your father."

Nodding Justin stood, "I better head to the roof. I'll transform and spend the next fifteen minutes as a statue."

Jason shook his head as he watch Justin exit out onto the fire escape and head to the roof. His neighbors mostly kept their windows closed; otherwise Justin knew how to avoid detection.


Mr. Stonewell frowned as he pulled his hood on and entered the building where the meeting was being held. Unlike most the men and women here he wasn't as fanatical. He'd joined the organization during its early days along with a lot of scared parents. Most had dropped out within a few weeks; almost all the rest had dropped out by the end of the first month, him and about seven others had remained and now had no way out.

John Castaway had enacted a desertion clause in the charter. It labeled anyone who dropped the organization as an enemy of humanity; it also labeled their friends and family as such. He had seen what happened to enemies of humanity, it wasn't pleasant.

Speaking of Castaway the man himself was walking towards him, "Ah, Jericho I was hoping you'd make the meeting. I heard the raid at your work site caught some of our brothers, but I heard you weren't caught."

Jericho Stonewell glared, knowing his hood concealed his face from the man, how he could tell everyone apart was still a mystery, "I didn't have my Quarrymen card on me, and I wasn't dumb enough to keep it in my truck like Lucas and Todd."

Castaway smiled, "Good man, my sources say you haven't even hit their radar as a member yet. Though, I must know…how it is going luring my nephew to the right side."

Jericho sighed, "The kid is eleven, and you really want him to get involved in all this?"

Castaway's eyes narrowed, "Justin isn't merely some kid he has the blood of gargoyle hunters running in his veins."

Jericho frowned, "The kid's mom is one of the top detectives in the Gargoyle Taskforce and is a known gargoyle supporter. Heck you even have her labeled public enemy number one. The kid is also a gargoyle supporter."

Castaway turned from Jericho, "You will convince him that his mother is wrong, I don't care what it takes. The lineage of the Hunter will not end with a whimper."

Jericho didn't know where that rant was going, but before he could comment Castaway walked off, mumbling to himself about making plans.


Eleven that night Jericho returned to his apartment, putting his daughter to bed he closed the door to her room and began cleaning up the small mess her and Justin had made that day. His attention kept being drawn to the hall closet where most of his uniform was hung; if the cops ever did search his place…he'd be going away for a long time.

Besides the uniform he also had a small armory hidden under the floorboards of the closet and several other weapons in a gun safe in his bedroom closet. Since he'd never been pinged by the cops he was the go to guy for hiding weapons and other equipment the others needed to get rid of.

Pulling the garbage bag from the can he exited the apartment to take it to the dumpster around back.


As he left the building through the front door he didn't notice a pair of glowing eyes watching him from across the street. Justin crouched on the roof, he'd grown considerably over the past five years, at least enough that Lexington was now forced to look up to speak to him.

The young gargoyle growled as someone walked up behind him, "Shouldn't you be…I don't know…on Avalon?"

Raven smirked, "Actually I plan on taking a little more active role in your training than Grandmother and the Weird Sister did."

Justin shrugged, "Don't know about the Weird Sisters, but Grandmother would occasionally pop out of nowhere and give sage advice."

Raven scoffed, "Advice, ha, how are you to learn anything with her riddles. You need to learn to take a more active role…so what are you doing here anyway?"

Justin pointed to the alley, "The man who just walked into that alley, his name is Jericho Stonewell. He is the father of my friend Samantha Stonewell…you'll be acting as her fifth grade teacher for the next year. Her dad is sort of…working for John Castaway."

"Oh heavens no, not John Castaway…" Raven looked appalled, but the expression quickly melted to one of confused indifference, "…who's John Castaway?"

Justin looked over his shoulder, "Human…hates gargoyles…is really Jon Canmore, the younger brother of Jason Canmore the guy who poses as my human father." Justin turned back to watching the alley, "The guy behind the Quarrymen."

Raven nodded, "Ah, got it now…okay, here's what you do. Find this Castaway guy and show him why gargoyles are the superior life form."

Justin just glared at the Child of Oberon, "You spend a lot of time with Demona?"

Raven shrugged, "Well you are stronger, faster, smarter, and a slight more interesting to look at." Raven held out his arms and transformed into a raven headed gargoyle with feathery wings, "See what I mean, way better than human, plus you guys are not judgmental on appearance. Otherwise your race would have died out ages ago, I mean have you seen some of the females of your race."

Justin gave the Fey a confused look, "Um, I'm sure my father's kind has a different quantifier for what's attractive or not."

Raven crossed his arms, "Oh, but he has a good eye for aesthetics. I mean have you seen you mother…" Raven made a whistling sound, amazing considering he had a beak at the moment.

Justin growled, "Hey that's my mother you're talking about, don't make me go look for a piece of iron."

Raven chuckled, "So, is there a reason you're perched here like some brooding comic book hero?"

Justin shook his head, "Just stay out of sight. Remember no interfering with mortal affairs."

Raven waved his hands defensively, "No interfering here, but I might suggest you move quickly the guy you want to talk to is outnumbered three to one."

Justin looked surprised, "What?"

He leapt off the roof and glided across the street easily landing on the roof and making his way to look down on the alley. Mr. Stonewell was surrounded by three men who threatening him with the normal street punk weapons, a lead pipe, a chain, and a broken bottle.

Shaking his head Justin leapt into the alley, "Come on, can't you guys show any originality? I mean a pipe, chain, and broken bottle. What is this, a bad 1980's movie?"

The four men in the alley stared blankly at the gargoyle, finally Mister Broken Bottle stumbled backward, "Ahh, it's a monster!"

Justin jumped looking around, "A monster, what, where?" He stopped and indicated himself, "Oh you mean me…actually the correct term is gargoyle. You Mr. Broken Bottle have just decreased your chances of leaving this place without medical assistance. Though if you all just give up and drop to your knees now…I may be persuaded to let the police have you in one piece."

Mr. Pipe made the decision when he rushed Justin, "No overgrown rat with wings is going to get me arrested." The man swung the pipe down aiming for Justin's head.

Justin dodged to the left swinging his tail into the man's legs tripping him up. The man fell face first into the paved ground, "Okay, I guess you're first." Justin picked the guy up and threw him into the side of the dumpster causing a loud crash and a sickening crack which signaled the man's shoulder was broken.

Mr. Chain attempted to capitalize on Justin's focus on Mr. Pipe, but a large lavender arm caught the chain as Goliath stepped from the shadows.

Justin snickered, "Awe, looks like daddy is here too, should have known he wouldn't let me have all the fun."

Goliath smirked, "Atlas, remember your lessons."

Justin nodded, "Right dad." The smaller gargoyle ran up the wall then leapt off. Spinning in the air he directed his decent toward Mr. Chain and brought his shin down hard on the man's clavicle, he crumbled under the weight of the blow and the intense pain as the bone broke. Justin landed on top of the man and head butted him into unconsciousness.

Mr. Broken Bottle decided he wanted to leave and tried to run out of the back of the alley, but a large brown gargoyle barred his path, "An where do ye think ye are going?" Before the man could rationalize what had happened Hudson punched him in the face sending him back down the alley.

Justin huffed, "Awe, no fair Hudson, you knocked him out already."

Hudson chuckled, "Sorry lad, but I felt it best I handle that one."

Justin crossed his arms and pouted, but stopped when his father's hand landed on his shoulder, "Enough of that Atlas, though I do wonder, why are you here and not with your rookery brother?"

Scratching his head Justin looked guilty, "I kind of told him I was with you and Hudson…so he went with Brooklyn on patrol."

Goliath had guessed as much, he turned to the human in the alley, "Sorry to ignore you…"

Goliath and the other two gargoyles were slightly surprised to find Mr. Stonewell one his knees, his face drained of all color. The man swallowed, "I'm so dead."

Justin turned to his father leapt up to cling to his shoulder and spoke so only the clan leader could hear, "That's Samantha's father…he's…he's a Quarrymen."

Goliath's brows furrowed as he stalked toward the human, "We mean you no harm, why do you think we do?"

Jericho swallowed again, "It's the only reason you'd come here…you must know I'm…that I am a member of the Quarrymen. Please…I beg of you I've never hurt anyone…if you kill me my daughter will be all alone."

Justin leapt down from where he'd still been clinging to his father's shoulder, "If this guy was really a Quarryman wouldn't he be shooting us?"

Goliath frowned, "I would suggest turning yourself in, they may go lenient if you have no outstanding crimes. Be warned, I will be watching you, if you continue on with the Quarrymen, our path will cross again." Goliath then reached down and caught Justin by the belt and lifted him off the ground, quickly moving toward a wall and climbing to the roof. The whole way Justin complaining that he could climb on his own.


A couple minutes later the three gargoyles were on their way back to the castle. Hudson noted that Justin was lagging behind, "Eh, lad looks like the young one is preoccupied."

Goliath noticed as well then corrected his speed to match his son's position, "Justin, what is wrong?"

Justin was caught off guard by the question and turned to his father, "Uh, what…oh father…sorry I was just thinking that's all."

Goliath frowned, "You're not still mad I pulled you out of that alley?"

Justin shook his head, "No, I wasn't actually ready to talk to Mr. Stonewell yet…I mean how was I supposed to confront him. I've never fought him as a Quarry man so it's not like I can say I tracked him down. Um…how did you know I was there anyway?"

Goliath sighed, "I and Hudson followed him from a Quarrymen meeting."

Justin looked dumbfounded, "I'm going to kill Raven…no I'm going to torture him, then put him in an iron pot and drop it into the Atlantic."

Goliath chuckled, "I'm not sure Oberon would be pleased you're plotting to dispose of one of his children."

Justin growled, "Oh, I'm not plotting. This is happening, he's messed with the wrong hybrid, if I knew where he was hiding I'd go cash the check now, but a few more days and he'll get what's coming to him."

Goliath shook his head at his son's rather impassioned declaration of war against Raven. By week's end they'd know if Oberon would need to send an alternate, of if Raven will even last that long. Luna only made it a week after insulting Elisa in Justin's presence. Seline had returned for a month while a search was made for Luna. Goliath had to pull the lid off the iron crate Justin had trapped her in.

"Try not to cause any permanent harm, in general Fey don't understand your…particular brand of humor." Goliath wasn't sure if even he was able to understand it. It was something that developed from years of pranking, which was then nurtured by the embodiment of vengeance that is Seline into an art form. Often Elisa was called to school because something happened and the principle was sure Justin had caused it, but no evidence ever pointed towards him.

Justin smiled, "Don't worry father, I swore to only use my skills for good."

Before Goliath could respond the communicators they all wore beeped as an incoming message was received, "Hey anyone out there?"

Goliath moved his microphone to talk into it, "Alexander, why are you on this frequency?"

Alex spoke nervously, "Well, I was board and Lex decided to take a nap."

Goliath growled, "A nap or did you make him go to sleep?"

Alex became more nervous, "Well…actually you see this guy Raven stopped by, said he was filling in for Puck, and he taught me this cool spell. It made everyone in the building fall asleep, but he didn't teach me the counter spell and I can't wake up Owen so he can become Puck."

Justin face palmed, "Alex, have you tried contacting Avalon for help?"

Alex growled sounding very much like a gargoyle, "I'm in the communications room and can't get out. Dad recently updated the security so I can't get into certain rooms with magic…this is one of those rooms."

Justin snarled, "Alex you just need a reflective surface right?"

Alex paused for a minute, "Umm…right…turn off the monitors and they become crude mirrors. Knew there was a reason you're my best friend, always calm during an emergency."

They heard another beep signaling the signal was disconnected. After a couple minutes of flight Justin turned to Goliath, "So Dad, want to help me clean Raven's clock?"

Goliath growled, "This time let me handle the trickster, but you can watch."

Justin noticed they were nearing the tower so angled to make his ascent, "Ah, nothing like watching you pummel a member of the Third Race, its true father son bonding time."

As luck would have it Raven was on the tower parapet when they arrived, still in his mock gargoyle form, "Goliath how nice to see you."

Goliath said nothing as he pulled back and slugged Raven knocking him from the tower to the courtyard below.

Raven sat up as he quickly recovered, "Ouch that is a strange greeting. It's been years, aren't you glad to see me?"

Growling Goliath crossed his arms, "You endangered my son, and tricked Alex into putting everyone in this building to sleep, and people could have been hurt. You are here for a reason, and this is not it. Step out of line and you'll regret it, do I make myself clear?"

Raven gulped, "Crystal, sorry, I just couldn't help myself. I've been stuck at that stuffy Gathering for years, and if I prank one of the Avalon Clan…Coyote gets mad and tattles to Grandmother and Queen Titania. Heck I'd prank the Guardian, but he wears that suit of iron so not much I could do there."

Justin huffed as he landed next to his father, "Why couldn't we get Coyote for our teacher this year."

Raven glared at Justin, "Hey, this isn't exactly something we chose to do. Well Grandmother did it last year as one of the few volunteers. She wanted to take a turn while you were still a squirt. I was hoping to avoid this punishment, but she told you that story about our encounter with your parents…you told Alexander and he told Titania when she visited last spring. Oberon was not pleased, though I have to admit this punishment is better than what the Banshee got for not reporting to the Gathering."

Justin returned the glare spreading his wings to make his form seem bigger, and more intimidating, "Then why do I have to have one of you teaching me every year. You know most people get along fine with human teachers."

Raven chuckled, "Oh year, you're like most people are you. You know in a few hours you'll turn back into a human and not even be tired. How many weeks straight have you gone without sleeping? You never get tired; you only sleep when you feel like it. Besides, we're prepping you for your big adventure, didn't Luna tell you…oh right…you two didn't really ever hit it off. Guess that's why Grandmother was sent, to tell you all those stories. You see…Oberon has plans for you…"

Goliath growled, "Enough trickster! Elisa and I will decide when it's time to reveal that, you should leave now, you've done enough damage for one night."

Raven noticed Xanatos and Fox approaching, "Yeah, I rather not need to have an iron bullet dug out of my posterior. See you later." With a swirl of mist he was gone.

David Xanatos glared at the spot where the trickster was, "Our new guest I take it."

Goliath turned to his former enemy, "Raven, a trickster like Coyote, but unlike Coyote this one is malevolent. His tricks aim to cause chaos and disunity. Elisa helped defeat him when he tricked Angela and me into believing he was a gargoyle."

Justin frowned, "Speaking of mom…has anyone heard from her…I mean we were spotted by Samantha's dad, when he identifies us as the ones who took out those punks. That would move the case into the Gargoyle Taskforce jurisdiction."

Xanatos looked confused, "Who's this Samantha, and what about her father being attacked?"

Goliath explained, "A friend of Justin's from school…her father is a Quarry man. We found Justin taking on a trio of common street thugs who'd attacked the man while he was outside his apartment building."

Fox turned to the door, "We can make some quiet inquiries into what's going on. I have some contacts among the NYPD pilots."


Back at the Stonewell apartment Jericho sat in a recliner as Elisa Maza and Matt Bluestone sat on the couch. Some of the other officers in their taskforce were removing the weapons from under the floorboards. Samantha had woke up and was now sitting on the arm of the chair next to her dad.

Matt sighed, "So let's walk through it one more time. Following the initial reveal of the Gargoyles back in 96 you joined the Quarrymen movement."

Jericho nodded, "My wife was only a couple weeks pregnant with Sam. My neighbors were warning everyone in the building that the monsters…the gargoyles snatched babies and ate them. There were a lot of rumors going around back then. My wife and I got pulled into the hysteria we both signed up, but because my wife was pregnant the recruiters said she'd have to wait till after the baby was born. Up till then I thought it was just what the propaganda said, a neighborhood watch program. I thought we'd be helping you guys round up the gargoyles."

Matt nodded, "The early propaganda was meant to pull people in, and after you were in they started to persuade you into the more violent aspects of the group."

Sighing Jericho continued, "Yeah, I was part of a group that was sent to beat down a group of gargoyle sympathizers. It wasn't what I signed on for…I was there but I didn't actually participate, instead I stood watch. Not long after that Castaway came to me to help him hide weapons all over the city. He knew I was in construction; I was out of work and needed the extra pay. I was instantly hired by a Construction Company that was owned by Castaway. I know a couple of the guys were paid on the slide to vandalize and destroy places all over the city. We'd then go in and install hidden caches of weapons during the repairs and remodels. I was in charge of installing the caches, and recording where they were. In fact I'd just finished installing one before your raid this afternoon."

Matt whistled, "Ten years of stashing weapons…there's got to be hundreds of them."

Jericho nodded, "One thousand six hundred and thirty eight…thirty seven minus the one here."

Elisa looked out the window, "Are there any other Quarrymen in this area?"

Jericho shook his head, "Most members don't know where the others live, but since I'm in charge of installing their weapon caches I'm one of the few with that knowledge."

Matt frowned, "Every member has a cache of weapons?"

Jericho nodded, "Standard member cache contains four Quarryman Hammers, one rocket launcher, four rockets, six 9mm semi-automatics, one AK47, two crates of ammo."

Elisa looked worried, "You said standard does that mean there are custom options?"

Jericho swallowed hard, "Yeah, but it's the Quartermasters who stock the caches after I've installed them. I know some members don't like having that much firepower around their kids so they only keep a few hammers and some side arms."

Detective Harris walked up, "Hey we cleared out his cache, it's got more than what he just said."

Jericho shook his head, "I've been holding a lot of that stuff for guys who knew their homes were going to get raided. We can't return armaments we claim from the Quartermasters. If we do we're put under suspicion of desertion. That places our families at risk of being viewed as enemies."

Elisa looked at Samantha, "So you can't leave the Quarrymen without placing your daughter in harm's way. Kind of ironic, you joined them to protect her from gargoyles, but it turns out you can't leave without humans endangering her."

Matt stood up, "Okay Mr. Stonewell, this is what we're going to do. If you agree to work for us as an informant I'll convince the DA to not press charges, otherwise you're looking at twenty five minimum."

Jericho stood and stared straight at Matt, "I'll take the deal…" He turned to Elisa, "Detective Maza…you should know…Castaway is intent on drawing your son into the Quarrymen ranks. He was babbling something tonight about him having the blood of hunters, said Justin was his nephew."

Elisa sighed, "I know, John Castaway is really a man named Jon Canmore. He's the younger brother of Jason Canmore, Justin's father."

Jericho looked confused, "Canmore…wait the people who blew up that police station back in 1996?"

Matt sighed, "One and the same. It was their sister Robyn Canmore who actually fired the missile, but she vanished after someone posted her bail. Don't worry Mr. Stonewell, we've been dealing with Castaway a little longer than you have, and with your help we might finally put an end to the Quarrymen for good."


A couple hours after the police left Jericho's phone rang, "Stonewell residence."

"Mr. Stonewell, we were surprised to hear the police were at your residence. I hope you're not in any trouble." Jericho recognized the voice as one of Castaway's lieutenants.

Jericho turned to Samantha's door; she'd just gotten back to sleep, "No sir no trouble. I was jumped in the alley by some random street thugs. They were just taking my statement."

The Lieutenant's voice sounded unconvinced, "Mr. Stonewell, don't try lying to us. We know the Gargoyle Taskforce was sent to your residence."

Jericho growled, "I'm not lying you twit, I was jumped, then a few gargoyles intervened. I recognized the big guy, and the old man…also there was that little one that showed up a few years ago."

The Lieutenant coughed, "I see…anything else to report?"

"Yeah, one other thing…" Jericho lowered his voice, "…while they were here they found my uniform…I convinced them I quit being a Quarryman, but was too afraid to be seen throwing the uniform out. I need replacements, also my stockpile was seized."

The Lieutenant sighed, "Very well, I'll have the Quartermaster deliver supplies tomorrow, make sure your daughter isn't there when they arrive."

Jericho sighed, "Yes sir, I'll leave the key in the regular spot."

He hung up after the line went dead. After a few minutes past he pulled out the cell phone Bluestone had given him. Pulling up a new text message he quickly typed, 'Delivery to my apartment tomorrow.' After sending the message he turned and went to bed.


On Avalon the Gathering was in full swing, but a few individuals were not enjoying the festivities. Princess Katharine sat reading in the library, which magically stocked every text ever written in books which translated the words to the appropriate language for the reader. She looked up as Queen Titania stormed into the room followed closely by Coyote and Gabriel.

The Queen stopped at a shelf and pulled book and handed it to Gabriel, "Tell Puck to teach my grandson this spell on page forty three of this tome. That should keep Raven in line from now on."

The trickster and gargoyle both nodded silently and rushed from the room. Katharine closed the book she was reading, "Has there been a problem your highness?"

Titania turned to Katharine with smile, "Nothing serious, Raven just took a few liberties. Oberon and I decided we'd give Alexander a way to keep the trickster from repeating tonight's events. He tricked Alexander into placing a sleeping spell over the entire castle, which also knocked out Puck. Then left my grandson locked in a room that he couldn't exit without telling him the counter spell. It took Justin calming him down to remind him he could use any reflective surface to contact me. I was able to tell him the counter spell."

Katharine sighed, "I highly doubt Goliath was pleased by that."

Titania smirked, "Raven informed us Goliath was quick to show his displeasure. I'm sure the spell won't be necessary after Goliath's threats, but its better safe than sorry."

The doors swung open once again to admit Oberon, "Ah, here you are my Queen. Why are you not enjoying the festivities?"

Titania smiled, "I merely needed to sends some errand runners to handle that issue with Raven, and now having a discussion with Princess Katharine."

Oberon smirked, "Well we can't have this, the two ladies of the castle whiling away the eve here in the library. Come, I believe a couple of the children have arranged to put on a play. A most amusing tale, I've seen it a couple times, A Midsummer Night's Dream."

Titania watched her husband depart and turned to Katharine, "Of course he'd likes a play that depicts him, no matter how he's depicted in the play."

Katharine placed the book on the table next to her chair and stood, "I'm not sure I've heard of this play?"

Titania smirked, "I removed Shakespeare's works from the library the first night we returned, but apparently I didn't hide them well enough."


End Part 1

A/N: Sorry for the massive wait, I've written and deleted this chapter about four times before getting it where I liked it. I noticed some people liked the Children of Oberon so I worked a few more into the story. Now, no griping if Raven or the Weird Sisters seemed out of character, as Raven says they didn't volunteer to act as Justin's guides. If you remember why Oberon banished them all from Avalon, their behavior when encountering Goliath and the others seemed to point to them not learning their lesson. So please review and tell me what you think of this.