At the Manhattan docks, the sun was slowly setting in the sky. The last ship had come in for the day, a freighter owned by Xanatos Enterprises. Owen stood on the docks, overseeing the offloading of several crates from the ship with a cautious eye. Once all the crates are loaded onto the truck, Owen glances down at his watch, noting the late hour. One of the many security guards he had brought with him walked over, placing a hand on the man's shoulder.

"Looks like you were worried over nothing, Mr. Burnett." He declared.

"I certainly hope so." Owen replied.

Near a stack of crates behind Owen and his security team, several men love in on the shipment. Each man is wearing a gas mask, and one of them primes a grenade. Giving it a quick toss, it lands at Owen's feet before promptly exploding in a cloud of toxic smoke. Both the explosion and the gas scatter workers and guards alike, leaving the truck they were loading/guarding wide open.

The men in gas masks move in, tossing a few more smoke bombs left and right to keep any would-be heroes off their trail. One of the men eventually reached the truck, opening the door and tossing the driver out of his seat. However, one guard fought to ignore the effects of the gas, raising his gun towards the hijacker.

"Enough!" he shouted, coughing involuntarily. "Step away *cough* from the *cough, cough* vehicle!"

The guard is quickly taken out by another man in a gas mask, who turns to the hijacker.

"Move it!" he snapped.

The hijacker immediately complied, slamming the door shut and gunning the engine. The rest of the men in gas masks converged on the truck, though one was intercepted by Owen. Owen quickly divested the man of his gas mask, applying it to his own face before knocking its previous owner out cold.

The rest of the hijackers all got into the bed of the truck, speeding away from the docks and out of the toxic cloud of gas. Once they were clear, one man removed his mask, revealing the face of third generation mobster, Tony Dracon. He looked out at the cloud of smoke, laughing as Owen tried desperately to catch the truck. Unfortunately, it merely sped around the corner out of sight, taking both the hijackers and their stolen cargo out of the docks.

Owen ceased his fruitless chase, removing his stolen gas mask and throwing it to the ground in a rare display of anger.

Night fell on Manhattan, and as with every night, Willow stood on the tallest tower of the castle waiting for her friends to wake up from their stone slumber. Soon, the sun sank below the clouds, and that glorious cracking sound was heard. One by one, the gargoyles shattered their stone skin, stretching and howling.

"Evening guys!" Willow called out.

"Good evening, Willow." Goliath greeted her, jumping down from his roost. "Is Elisa coming tonight?"

Willow shook her head.

"Not tonight." She replied. "Somebody robbed one of the shipping yards, stealing a crate of goods being shipped in, so she's going to be working late tonight. She asked me to say hi for her."

Goliath nodded in understanding.

"Well, see you later guys!" Broadway suddenly called out, taking to the skies.

Willow watched him fly off in confusion.

"Where's he flying off to?" she asked.

"Probably down to the theatre to watch Showdown again." Lexington guessed.

"Oh yeah." Willow remembered, snapping her fingers as she did. "That western movie I took you guys to see last week after I got my cast removed."

"Yep." Brooklyn replied. "He must really like it. It's the fifth time he's gone to see it."

"And he skipped breakfast." Hudson pointed out. "And I know for a fact there is little that can make that lad forget about food."

Willow's stomach suddenly grumbled loudly.

"Speaking of food, anybody else hungry?"

The group all nodded, then went inside to enjoy some food.

Meanwhile in the NYPD precinct, Elisa was meeting with Chief Maria Chavez in order to discuss the case she was currently working on.

"Come on, Chief. It's Dracon, and you know it!" Elisa practically shouted, slamming her hands on the chief's desk. "Who else could it be?! Look, just get me a warrant and I'll drag that piece of pond scum back here and-"

"You have no evidence." Chief Chavez interrupted, sighing in frustration. "He's bulletproof."

"Big surprise…" Elisa groaned, straightening up and crossing her arms. "What exactly was in that crate he stole?"

Chavez brought up the file on her computer, scanning the document.

"Non-projectile weapon prototypes." she recited, "From Xanatos Enterprises."

"Non-projectile?" Elisa repeated. "You mean like lasers?"

"Something like that, Detective Maza." Owen replied as he walked into the office. "They are the latest design in high collimation particle charged acceleration technology. The lasers are just a bit of a light show, while the beam itself is invisible."

"How many of these guns were stolen?" Chavez asked.

"322 prototypes in varying sized, styles, and calibers." Owen answered.

"Just great…" Elisa hissed, stalking towards the door.

"Where are you going Maza?" Chavez demanded.

"To do my job." Elisa replied, nearly slamming the door behind her.

Across town, the late night showing of Showdown was about to begin. The theatre was packed in tight, every seat filled. Everyone was so excited to see the movie that nobody noticed when a tile in the ceiling came free. Through this impromptu entrance, Broadway slipped through, landing on a large pile of pre-popped popcorn.

"Perfect." He whispered with a smile, ripping one of the bags open just as the movie began playing. "Just in time."

Elisa managed to track down Tony Dracon to the Park Manor, one of Manhattans more expensive apartment complexes. There, she spotted the dark haired man, laughing with about four of his bodyguards (read henchmen). They were making their way to the lobby, where Eliza met them.

"Dracon!" she shouted over the crowd.

Upon seeing Elisa, the four bodyguards went defensive, but backed down after a small wave from Dracon. He stepped forward until he and Elisa were almost eye to eye.

"Something on your mind, honey?" Dracon asked, his voice dripping with malice.

"I have a few questions for you about that armed hijacking that took place earlier today." Elisa retorted, unfazed by his antics.

"Hijacking?" Dracon asked in mock confusion. "Sorry honey, but you got the wrong guy. I'm just a business man."

The bodyguards began laughing, only angering Elisa more than she already was.

"I assume you have an alibi then." She asked, barely containing the rage building up in her.

"I was with these guys." Dracon replied, gesturing to his bodyguards. "We were out doing the town."

He walked past her, a smug smile on his face, followed one by one by his bodyguards, who each took turns smirking at Elisa. Not wanting him to have the satisfaction of the last word, She spoke up again, walking after the group.

"One of these days, you're gonna slip up Tony." She warned him. "And when you do, I'll be there."

Dracon stopped walking and turned back to her, not even missing a beat.

"Hey… I told you, I'm not the guy." He told her, his voice smug and pompous. "And if I was the guy, you couldn't do a thing about it. In fact, if I were to tell one of my associates to go and sell off some merchandise to raise some operating capital, you couldn't do anything about that either. Face it, sugar. You got nothing."

With that, Dracon and his men walked off, leaving a steaming Elisa in their wake.

Broadway thoroughly enjoyed the movie for the fifth time in a row, but now that it was over, he decided to see what else there was to do. He stood up and stretched, tossing his empty popcorn bag aside before preparing to head up through his ceiling exit. However, someone stopped him, throwing an empty soda bottle at him.

"Broadway." Willow whispered from the top row of the theatre. "Down here."

Broadway jumped down, landing right in front of her with a grin.

"Hey Willow." He greeted her. "Came to see the movie too?"

"Yep." She replied. "I have to admit, it's nice watching things a second time. You'd be surprised what you miss the first time around."

"Yeah." Broadway agreed with a smile. "So, you wanna go do something?"

"Sure. How about we go see Elisa?" she suggested. "I think she should be off work by now."

"Sounds good." Broadway replied, turning around. "Climb on."

Willow climbed onto Broadway's back, and the two made their way up through the ceiling and onto the roof of the theatre.

The two friends were soon gliding through the cool night sky, Broadway recounted the movie almost word for word. Willow laughed along with him good naturedly, enjoying being out with her friend, until they finally spotted Elisa's apartment building. Brooklyn landed on the roof. Willow then knocked on the sunroof looking into the apartment.

"Elisa? You home?" she called.

Elisa brushed the curtain aside, then opened the large window.

"Hey you two." She greeted them. "Come on in. I'm just making myself some dinner, but I can throw on a couple steaks if you're hungry."

"Oh yeah, definitely." Broadway replied, lowering himself and Willow into the apartment.

As Elisa began gathering up some more food supplies, her house phone rang. Elisa snagged it, answering it as Willow took the food from her.

"Hey Broadway, you like your steaks rare, right?" Willow asked.

"You betcha." Broadway answered.

Willow slipped the spatula from Elisa's hand, taking over the cooking as Elisa hung up the phone.

"Hey, can you keep an eye on the food for me while I head down to the front desk?" she asked. "Late night delivery from Arizona."

"Beth finally sent you a souvenir?" Willow questioned.

"Looks like." Elisa replied. "I'll be right back."

Willow gave her a wave, then Elisa slipped out the door and into the hallway. Meanwhile, Broadway took a look around, examining a photo of the entire Maza family. However, then something else drew his attention: Elisa's gun belt hanging on the coat hanger, with the gun still holstered inside.

Broadway gently pulled it out, holding it in his claws in fascination.

"Cool." he said with a tremble of excitement in his voice.

He wedged his large finger onto the trigger, then began pointing it around the room.

"Watch out Pilgrim!" he shouted, quoting one of the characters from Showdown. "And don't forget the horse!"

He danced around the entire apartment, aiming at invisible enemies. He continued this until it suddenly went off in his hand with a loud bang. He yelped in shock, dropping the gun in surprise before quickly picking it up.

"Sorry!" he called out as he placed the gun back where he'd found it. "My fault! I was playing with the gun. Stupid of me. I hope I didn't break anything Willow."

However, when he looked up, Willow was nowhere to be seen. He stood up, walking towards the kitchen where Willow had been standing. As he got closer, he saw her sprawled out on the ground, blood pouring from a wound in her stomach. Her eyes were closed and she wasn't moving.

"No… Willow!" He screamed.

He ran to her side, picking her up and trying to get her to wake up. Unfortunately, she was as limp as a rag doll in his grip.

"No, no, wake up Willow!" he cried. "Wake up!"

She didn't even stir. Fearing the worst, and knowing there was only one way to save her, he scooped up Willow's still form and vaulted towards the open skylight.

Broadway glided as fast as he could towards the nearest hospital, where an empty gurney had been left by the emergency room doors. He laid Willow down as gently as he could, and when he pulled away, he was horrified to see his hands covered in Willows blood.

"What have I done…?" he gasped.

At that moment, he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching. He dove behind the hospital's dumpster just as two medics came walking out to take care of the gurney. However, when they saw Willow laying on it, they quickly ran to her side.

"What happened?" One asked.

"She's been shot! I can't get a pulse!" the other quickly replied.

The first one grabbed a clean rag, pressing it down onto the wound.

"Get her inside. Quickly!"

The two medics ran inside with the gurney carrying Willow as Broadway watched from behind a dumpster. He looked up to see the sun about to rise, knowing he wouldn't make it back to the castle in time. He climbed up to the top of the hospital, still looking at his bloody hands.

"Willow…" he quietly prayed. "Please be alright…"

At the castle, the rest of the gargoyles were settling in, waiting for the sun to rise. However, Brooklyn was a bit worried.

"Where's Willow?" he asked. "She's always here before sunrise."

"Probably with Broadway." Lexington assured his brother. "She did say she was gonna meet him at the theatre."

"And knowing that bonehead, he probably decided to watch it a few more time." Brooklyn replied with a laugh.

Goliath settled down in between the two, his gaze hard.

"Wherever he is, I hope he found a comfortable place to roost, without stranding Willow on the other side of town." He grumbled.

Behind the clan, Owen then made his way up the stone steps of the tower. The gargoyles all turned to face him. Much to their surprise, the usually stone-faced man appeared to be incredibly distraught.

"Goliath." He called out, a bit out of breath since he had tried to beat the sunrise. "I have urgent news for you and your clan."

"Speak quickly!" Goliath ordered. "Sunrise is at any moment."

"I just received word that Willow has been shot." Owen informed them all. "They do not know if she will live."

The gargoyles all looked terrified and shocked, and as the sun rose above the city, those looks were frozen on their faces.

Back at the hospital, several doctors were working on Willow, doing their best to save her life. They had been at it for hours, and it was slow going.

"Sponge." The head doctor ordered, and one was immediately supplied for him. "Get me more retraction here…"

The doctor shook his head in frustration.

"Guns…" he muttered.

The second the sun set and the gargoyles were no longer stone, the doors to Owen's office flew open. Every member of the Manhattan clan stormed in, all of them looking both worried and angry.

"How did it happen?!" Goliath demanded.

"We're not quite sure yet, but Detective Maza has reason to believe that the bullet was meant for her, and not for Willow." Owen supplied.

"What do you mean by that?" Hudson asked.

"The Detective was working on getting a shipment of stolen particle beam weaponry off the street." Owen clarified. "She confronted her main suspect, a Mister Tony Dracon, and apparently he didn't take to kindly to her snooping around."

"Where is Willow?!" Brooklyn demanded, slamming his hands on the desk.

"Manhattan General." Owen answered quickly.

Brooklyn went to run off, but Goliath stopped him.

"Let us go and check on Willow together." He suggested. "Then we can go and look for this... Tony Dracon…"

"Wait!" Lexington interrupted. "What about Broadway? He's still not back yet."

"You and Hudson search for him." Goliath ordered. "Take Bronx with you if you must."

The gargoyles all nodded, then quickly made their way out of Owen's office and into the sky.

Broadway sat on top of a large clock tower, wings wrapped around himself in sorrow as he cried. Even though a day as stone had rid his hands of Willow's blood, he could still see it coating his skin. He could still feel the gun in his hand. He could still see Willow sprawled out on the ground beneath him.

"Willow…" he sobbed.

Goliath and Brooklyn peered in through the skylight of the room where Willow was currently being held. She was so still that were it not for the rhythmic beating of the heartrate monitor, the two of them would have believed her dead. Elisa, who had not left her side since she'd gotten out of surgery, looked up at the two.

"Goliath… Brooklyn…" she whispered.

She opened the skylight, letting them in.

"We won't be long." Goliath said softly.

Brooklyn approached the bed, gently taking Willow's hand. He fought back tears in his eyes as he felt how cold she was.

"How bad is it, Elisa?" he asked.

"The doctors said that there was a lot of internal damage." Elisa recounted. "The bullet hit her stomach, ricochet off her collar bone, nicked her heart, and passed through her right lung. The doctors eventually found the bullet in her spine. The good news is she survived 10 hours of surgery, and if she survives the next 12, then we'll know for sure."

Brooklyn continued to hold Willow's hand as Goliath stepped forward.

"Owen told us about your suspicions." He leaned forward. "About the one called Tony Dracon"

"Even if I can't prove it, I know Dracon stole those guns." She told him. "I confronted him over at the Park Manor, and he must not have liked it. The best I can figure, one of Dracon's men broke into my apartment while I was out and shot Willow… with my own gun…"

"Did they find anything on the gun?" Goliath asked.

"Some fingerprints, but someone must have wiped my gun because they weren't even recognizable." She growled.

"What about Broadway?" Goliath wondered.

"I don't know." She answered honestly. "By the time I got back to my apartment, both Willow and Broadway were gone. He's probably the one who get her to the hospital so fast."

Brooklyn then straightened up, gently releasing Willow. He turned back to Goliath and Elisa, his eyes glowing.

"Come on." He growled. "Let's finish this. Nobody attacks one of our clan and gets away with it. Nobody."

Goliath nodded, then he went to Willow's side.

"Keep fighting." He told her. "Know that we will find the one responsible for hurting you. And we will make him pay."

The two gargoyles went back to the skylight, then looked back at Elisa.

"Do you wish to come?" he offered.

Elisa shook her head.

"I'm staying here." She explained. "So she has someone to wake up to. You two find Dracon. Make that slime regret he ever touched a hair on her head."

Goliath and Brooklyn flew through the night sky, eyes glowing brightly with anger. They found the Park Manor and sure enough, Dracon was in the penthouse suite, talking to his four henchmen.

"Our buyer is gonna pay top dollar for this Buck Rogers stuff." Dracon gloated.

"We're set for midnight down at the docks." A henchmen wearing thick glasses supplied. "I'll meet you there."

Unbeknownst to the goons inside, two pissed off gargoyles had heard every word, and decided to follow the one in the glasses.

About that time in Central Park, a man found himself staring down the barrel of an incredibly futuristic handgun. The punk holding it laughed as he tried to back away.

"Please…" the man whimpered. "I just want to go home… Let me pass…."

"Not likely pal." The punk replied. "I'm gonna need your wallet first."

Before the punk could say another word, Broadway jumped out of a tree and straight onto his back. The man managed to get away as the punk stared up at the angry gargoyle in absolute fear.

"S-stay away!" he cried. "I-I'm not playing!"

He aimed the gun at Broadway, but the gargoyle merely wrenched it from his hands and crushed it.

"What's this?!" He demanded. "A new kind of gun?! A new kind of way to kill people?!"

He angrily tossed the destroyed gun across the park, then threw the punk up against the tree he had just jumped out of.

"Where did you get this?!" Broadway howled. "Who gave it to you?!"

Terrified for his life, the punk didn't even bother trying to lie.

"A-A guy!" he stammered out. "They call him G-Glasses! He's selling them!"

"WHERE?!" Broadway shouted, his voice almost indistinguishable from a barely suppressed, inhumane howl.

"D-Down on Canal Street!" The punk answered. "Right by the docks!"

Broadway tossed the punk across the park, then took off for the docks.

Back at the hospital, Elisa sat next to Willow's bed, fast asleep. She had been awake since the day before, and exhaustion had finally caught up to her. However, a sudden whine rose her from her slumber. She looked up to see all of Willow's vitals had flat lined. Suddenly wide awake again, she hit the call nurse button. A group of doctors and nurses suddenly ran into Willow's room

"Code Blue!" they yelled.

The doctors ushered Elisa out of the room, then quickly examined Willow.

"Flat line!" one of the nurses called. "No pulse! We're losing her!"

"Epinephrine." The head doctor ordered.

He was immediately handed a sterile needle, which he quickly injected into Willow, but there was no change.

"Still flat!" the nursed called out again.

"Get the pads!" the doctor ordered. "400 watt setting."

A male nurse approached with the pads, placing them on either side of Willow's chest.

"Clear!" the male nurse shouted.

Willow's body jumped as the pads did their work. This time, Willow's heart began beating once more.

"Got her." The nurse said with a relieved sigh. "Normal signs present."

The doctor too breathed a sigh of relief, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Bring Detective Maza back in." he insisted.

The doctors weren't the only ones busy tonight. Out on the highway, Chief Chavez and her driver were doing their best to discretely follow Dracon. However, despite their best efforts, Dracon's driver spotted them.

"Someone's following us, Tony." The driver explained. "Probably cops…"

"You know what to do." Dracon ordered.

The driver nodded, then quickly swerved, nearly cutting off a large semi. While Chavez and her crew did their best to get around the same truck, Dracon managed to make a hard right, then disappear into a garage just as the cops turned the corner. As the police continued down the street, Dracon's car pulled out of the garage and turned back the way they had come.

Unfortunately for them, they hadn't lost all of their pursuers. Brooklyn and Goliath watched the car drive off, flying after it.

At the docks, Glasses was pawning off a stolen pistol to a punk, hoping to make some money to spend on the town. As the transaction went down, the punk suddenly looked up and screamed in utter terror. That's when Broadway grabbed Glasses by the head, hoisting him into the air.

"Who do you work for?!" he demanded.

Not far from where Broadway was, Dracon arrived at the warehouse with Goliath and Brooklyn behind him. They landed on the roof of the building, peering through the skylight.

"What are we waiting for?" Brooklyn demanded. "Let's go in and teach those guys a lesson!"

"Patience, Brooklyn." Goliath insisted. "His buyer does not arrive until midnight. We wait until then, and we catch them all."

Brooklyn growled, but settled down to wait. Not long after that, Broadway arrived at the warehouse, landing right next to Goliath.

"Broadway!" Brooklyn exclaimed. "Jalapeña, you're alright!"

"How did you-" Goliath began, then cut himself off. "Never mind. You're just in time to help us deal with the one who shot Willow."

Broadway gasped.

"What?" he let out.

"That's right." Brooklyn remembered, "You didn't hear this part of the story."

Goliath pointed down at the figures through the skylight.

"Elisa believes that the humans in this building are the ones responsible for shooting Willow."

"But-" Broadway tried.

"Come on." Goliath interrupted. "There's no more time for talk."

Brooklyn and Goliath jumped off the building, with a reluctant Broadway behind them.

Inside the building, Dracon was on the phone with Glasses, who seemed to be having some sort of mental breakdown.

"What?" Dracon asked into the phone. "Glasses, you're not making sense… Calm down."

He put his hand over the receiver, turning to the rest of his men.

"We better get the rest of this stuff moved outta here."

That was when Goliath, Broadway, and Brooklyn all tore through the wall of the warehouse, running straight at the thugs. Dracon's eyes became as wide as saucers as he backed away.

"Shoot 'em!" he shouted.

Dracon's men began open firing on the gargoyles, but they quickly dodged the shots, diving behind crates of merchandise. Goliath found the circuit breaker and made short work of it, plunging the entire warehouse into darkness. The goons huddled together, guns drawn and ready to fire. However, they failed to look up. Brooklyn descended from the rafters, successfully tackling Dracon to the ground.

"You're mine!" he snarled, eyes glowing so bright they almost blinded the thugs. "All of you!"

One of the goons went to shoot Brooklyn, but Broadway quickly intercepted him, snapping the gun in half and throwing the unfortunate lackey across the warehouse. Another was just randomly shooting around corners anytime he saw movement. However, his lack of looking up left him wide open for an aerial assault from Goliath, who punched the man about three times in the face before tossing him hard into a crate.

Dracon managed to wriggle his way out of Brooklyn's grip, and began running towards the stairs leading to the upper scaffoldings of the building. Goliath and Brooklyn quickly followed, and when Broadway saw the murder in their eyes, he made haste to catch up to them. Dracon made it to the top, where he began firing down at the gargoyles. Unfortunately, Brooklyn's tail quickly made short work of that tactic, and the enraged gargoyle heaved Dracon up into the air by his neck.

"You are the one who shot Willow." Brooklyn stated angrily, dangling Dracon over the edge.

Terrified for his life and barely breathing, Dracon couldn't say a word. Ready to deliver the final blow, Brooklyn brought his claws back, preparing to tear out Dracon's throat. However, Broadway quickly grabbed his wrist.

"Stop!" he cried. "You can't kill him!"

"You think not?" Goliath asked, staring intently at Broadway. "Willow will have her revenge!"

Brooklyn wrenched his arm out of Broadway's grasp, going for the kill.

"Through me…" he growled.

"But he didn't shoot Willow!" Broadway explained. "I did."

The glow from both Goliath's and Brooklyn's eyes suddenly faded. They stared at Broadway in utter confusion.

"What?" Brooklyn asked after a moment.

"It was an accident…" Broadway admitted. "I was looking at Elisa's gun… and it went off…."

Brooklyn and Goliath both narrowed their eyes, and Broadway instinctively wrapped his wings around himself, effectively flinching.

"I'm sorry…" he whimpered.

Brooklyn looked at his rookery brother, then up at Dracon, still caught in his tail. Sighing, he pulled the gangster back onto the scaffolding, then ripped a piece of the guardrail off. He wrapped it around the thug, entrapping his arms.

"Come." Goliath ordered softly. "We have much to talk about."

Brooklyn and Goliath made their way back down to the first floor, with Broadway following them like a condemned prisoner.

It didn't take long to round up the last of Dracon's thugs, and soon, they as well as the rest of the stolen weaponry was gathered up. The sound of the warehouse's main doors opening drew their attention, and Goliath couldn't help but snarl as Owen walked in.

"You were the buyer?" he asked.

"Mr. Xanatos needed to retrieve the stolen guns." Owen replied unapologetically. "No matter what the cost."

"Are they all here?" Brooklyn asked.

Owen examined the containers and let out a small sigh.

"Unfortunately, it appears that 37 of the weapons are missing…" he answered. "Pity."

That was when Brooklyn picked up one of the largest guns, aiming it at the stockpile. Owen's eyes went wide at that, reaching out towards the red gargoyle.

"What are you-?"

Brooklyn let off a shot before Owen could finish, destroying all of the guns save for the one he held.

"Mister Xanatos is not going to like this…" Owen warned the gargoyles.

"I'd be more than happy to discuss the matter with him." Goliath replied.

Brooklyn handed the last gun to him, and Goliath effortlessly ripped it in half, placing the broken bits right in Dracon's lap.

"What's that for?" Owen asked.

"So Dracon cannot escape facing justice for this crime." Goliath replied.

Goliath then turned his back on Owen and Dracon, facing Brooklyn and Broadway.

"Come…" he declared. "We have a sick friend to visit."

Broadway immediately perked up.

"You mean… Willow isn't dead?" He asked hopefully.

A glare from Goliath and a snarl from Brooklyn was all the reminder he needed that he was responsible for nearly killing her in the first place. His face fell once more and the three Gargoyle's took their leave of the place.

Back at the hospital, Willow slowly began to regain consciousness. She saw Elisa sitting by her bedside with Brooklyn next to her. Goliath stood at the foot of her bed, and Broadway sat on the other end of the bed, all of them waiting intently for any signed of life. She let out a soft groan before shifting in her bed.

"Hey guys…" she murmured softly.

The gargoyles and Elisa all perked, and smiled down at Willow. Brooklyn quickly took her hand, holding it against his face.

"Thank goodness." He said softly. "We thought we lost you."

"How do you feel?" Goliath asked.

"Like I have a hole in my stomach." Willow whispered. "What happened?"

Brooklyn and Goliath all glared at Broadway, who sheepishly stepped forward.

"Willow, it was all my fault…" he confessed, looking away in shame. "I was playing with Elisa's gun and… it went off."

Willow gently took Broadway's hand, a smile on her face.

"It's alright." She whispered. "It was an accident. I know you didn't mean it."

"Besides," Elisa added. "I should have been more careful about where I left it. We both made mistakes."

"Yeah…" Broadway agreed. "But Willow nearly paid for those mistakes with her life."

"Then let's not repeat them." Willow suggested.

Broadway gently nuzzled Willow's hand, as did Brooklyn. Soon, Goliath pulled them gently away.

"Come, she needs her rest." He insisted.

"Goliath…"Willow called.

Goliath gently shushed her, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Rest now…" he told her, smiling kindly. "You're safe… We will protect you."

Smiling, Willow drifted into a peaceful sleep, as outside her window, three stone gargoyles stood guard into the morning sun.