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This chapter coincides with Season 2, Ep 9. No specific song for inspiration, but I did a lot of listening to Crystal Kid for mood music.
I do not own Gargoyles, I'm simply writing this fanfic for enjoyment.
I was annoyed. I had woken up annoyed, put on my clothes annoyed, and ate my food annoyed. Everything about today annoyed me. I don't know why I even bothered to turn on the TV before I left for work, I knew it was going to be bad news and it turned my annoyance into outright anger when Demona's face appeared and started chanting. It took all of my will power not to pull out my gun and shoot the television.
Tugging my jacket on with my car keys in my mouth I exited my loft and walked down several flights of stairs still aggravated. Aggravated that Demona would firstly do something to endanger the city, and secondly, force me to return to the clock tower above work and have to speak with Goliath again. I had spoken to Broadway and Lexington several times, and along with Brooklyn, had come to visit me once or twice in the weeks following Goliath's excursion to Xanatos's wedding. Thankfully they never spoke much about Goliath and conversation had always flowed easily about this or that.
I, on the other hand, avoided the clock tower. I took on double shifts, stayed late, and made an extra effort with my paperwork to make sure I was too exhausted for any socializing. I knew I was running myself into the ground, but it was easier to do that than face Goliath. I still couldn't get over the feeling of betrayal that lingered in my thoughts whenever I had a moment's peace.
As I pulled up into the police station's parking lot I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. I didn't want any acidity to ooze out onto the rest of the Clan. The issue was between Goliath and me. Well, the issue was mostly Goliath's, but he obviously hadn't been in the mood to own up to it.
I checked my watch before I stepped out of my car: thirty-three minutes until Sunset.
My vision returned first, and immediately Owen came into sight. I couldn't help but shake as a shudder ran through my body, and it seemed like I shook off a thousand years' worth of dust from my body.
"It worked! They're back!" I heard Brooklyn's voice call out, and I remembered what had happened: Demona's spell had turned people to stone by night who had listened to her broadcast and I had tried to do my part to stop here. Somehow that spell must have been lifted judging by the quick scan of sky through an arched window to see that it was still night.
The sound of feet trampling towards me called my attention away from the sky and my eyes made instant contact with Goliath. I knew he was smiling without looking at the rest of his face by the way his eyes crinkled in the corners. In that one look all of the weeks of feeling annoyed, angry, and betrayed fell away: we were both here now, alive and safe.
"Goliath!" I called out and it sounded far too happy to my own ears.
I blushed and tried to quickly cover up my embarrassment by adding, "What's going on?"
Lexington, Brooklyn, and Broadway answered simultaneously and I was glad they didn't pay attention to my falter. I could never appear to favour Goliath above the others, for the whole Clan's sake.
Even if he was my favourite.