Goliath, still a little groggy yet from the remainder of the Tranquilizer dart, was sitting beside his mate's bed, his head in his hands.

He had failed her. He wasn't ready to give up, but he felt as if he were a total failure. It had been two days, and they were still no closer to undoing to spell than they had been.

Goliath rose from the chair. He needed to go and speak to his daughter. He had been told of what had happened after he had been drugged, and knew what his daughter had done.

It was not an easy choice, he knew, to have to choose between those that you care for. She had shown great bravery and honor this night, and he needed to tell her that.

He had just touched the doorknob when a change in the room's machinery caught his attention.

Doctor James burst into the room, almost causing Goliath to lose his balance.

"What is happening?" Goliath demanded.

"I don't know," the doctor admitted. "Her heart rate just suddenly elevated."

"Brad?" Kierstin Hardy, the doctor's nurse and fiancee, rushed into the room to join Doctor James in checking the equipment.

"No idea," Doctor James said. "Jesus, it's still going up."

"She's going to hyperventilate," Kierstin said, trying to place an oxygen mask over Elisa's nose and mouth to try to stabilize the woman's breathing.

Suddenly, Elisa screamed. Her eyes were closed tightly, her back arching off of the bed in an angle that was painful to see.

"Stad, mas e do thoil e," Elisa cried out as if in pain. "Cha do rinn mi dad ceàrr!"

Goliath rushed forward, unsure of what to do, but knowing that something was hurting his mate, and he was powerless to do anything.

And again, she screamed, all but rolling off the bed this time. It took all three of them to keep her from falling, holding her down so that she wouldn't hurt herself.

Finally, what felt like torturous minutes later, Elisa finally lapsed into something resembling unconsciousness.

"God, she's strong," Kierstin said, breathless from trying to hold Elisa down. "What was that? A seizure?"

Dr James shook his head. "I don't think so." The doctor looked to Goliath, "Do you know what she was shouting? She was saying something, but I didn't understand any of it."

"It was an old Scottish form of Gaelic," Goliath said, almost collapsing into the chair, and taking one of Elisa's hands in his. "She was saying, 'please stop. I did nothing wrong'."

"Elisa knows Gaelic?" The doctor asked, stunned.

"No," Goliath said, roughly. "She knows a few words, but not enough to speak like this… But maybe that will help us find her." He leaned over to kiss Elisa on the forehead. "Hang on, Elisa. We will find you, but you need to hold on."

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"I don't know what I'm even looking for, Brooklyn," Skyler cried, looking at the stacks of books, clearly overwhelmed. "Most of these are just books! Poetry and novels," The clan had filled her in on all that had been going on, and the importance of finding something that looked like a spell. "Some of these aren't in a language I know how to read and to top it off, we're running out of night time. Even if I did run across a spell, I can't guarantee that I would know it was that, and not some kind of poem." Skyler sent Brooklyn an apologetic look. "I will do what I can, but I think we're going to need more help than just me."

Brooklyn put a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Skye, just do what you can. I called Elisa's friend, Margaret and asked her to come and help."

"I'm here," Margaret said breathlessly a moment later, sweeping into the room, two cardboard trays full of extra large, extra strong coffees. "I took Latin as a med student."

"I took enough Latin to get through nursing school," Kierstin said, right behind her. She carried a coffee maker from the kitchens and a full canister of coffee grounds. "But I do know German."

"I hope you don't mind that I made a few calls," Margaret admitted. "More help is coming. Anyone that knows the clan and also knows a foreign language is on their way." She hugged Skyler, whispering, "How's Elisa?"

"The same, I guess," Skyler whispered back. "I haven't seen her, though. I'm getting all my news through the clan."

"Later, ladies," Maria called out from the doorway. "We have work to do." She efficiently shed her coat and tossed it onto a chair. "I have any Spanish books covered."

"We brought goodies," Pamela called from the doorway.

"Figured it was going to be a long night," Matt said, holding up two hands that were holding very full plastic grocery bags.

Eventually, nearly every human ally that the clan had gathered in the last few years were crammed into the room.

Everyone took a stack, sorting them into known languages.

One stack was unknown language to the humans, so they put it into a stack of their own hoping that the Gargoyles would be able to translate it.

Finally, there was a table that held any loose papers and scrolls.

Eventually, the rest of the Maza family joined, though they were little help, as there were no books written in any Native American or African dialects that they could translate. In gratefulness for those who were there, they made food runs, brewed endless pots of coffee and were taking turns sitting with Elisa.

The sorting had taken the rest of the night. As the sun rose, the clan in their stone slumber in the courtyard above, the humans stood, staring at the sheer amount of what they had to go through.

Margaret gave a small nod. "Okay," She said, rubbing her hands together. "Where do we start?"