"Titanic: Gargoyles Style"
by Lisette: Lisette_1@lycos.com

Legalese: Nothing here is of my own creation. The characters from Gargoyles belong to Buena Vista and Disney. The characters from Titanic, the script of the movie, including a lot of the lines and descriptions, belong to James Cameron. In no way will a profit be made from this.

Rating: PG-13 due to language and content

Third Class Berthing, G Deck Forward

Smiling, Elisa navigated around the mass confusion that was found inside the hallways of the Titanic. Everywhere she looked she saw people of every nationality walking throughout the narrow corridors carrying their baggage while talking in a sea of different languages. Laughing, she watched as a group of people began to argue over luggage in several different languages that she wasn't familiar with in the slightest while others held phrase books and tried to decipher the signs that were attached to the walls.

"Are we there yet?" Matt groaned from underneath the weight of his single backpack that was slung over his shoulder.

"Here, this is it," Elisa said quickly, her excitement bubbling up once again. Grinning, she quickly threw open the door and walked into the room that they would be calling home for the duration of the trip.

The room was a modest sized cubicle at best, painted enamel white with two bunk beds and exposed pipes overhead. Laughing, Elisa quickly walked up to the two other people in the room. "Hi, the name is Maza, Elisa Maza," she said with a grin.

The two people, obviously not understanding a word that she was saying, merely nodded their heads before turning to throw each other puzzled glances.

Turning, Elisa was about to throw her pack onto the top bunk, thereby claming it as her own when Matt beat her to it. Sighing, Elisa realized that even now she couldn't get annoyed with her partner.. there was just too much excitement in the room. Laughing, Elisa socked Matt lightly on the arm and turned towards the door. "Come on!" she cried out and then they were both out the door again.

Shaking his head, one of the men slowly turned to his companion. "Where is Margot?" he asked in thick, rusty English.

Shrugging his shoulders, his companion merely watched as the door clicked shut behind their new bunkmates.

Suite B-52-56

Sighing, Demona paced through the large sunroom, another disgusting human trailing after her. "Yes, yes," she muttered, trying to wave the man away as she sipped a delicate crystal champagne glass filled to the brim with the most expensive of wines, "this will do fine."

"Of course, Ma'am," the man said quickly, fear tightening his voice. "And if you need anything, anything at all, don't be afraid to ask for it."

Sighing, Demona merely nodded at the human and gave him the briefest of tolerant smiles before she turned away and walked back into the large sitting room. Biting back a smile, she watched as Goliath slowly admired book after book that was handed to him by his servant, Lexington, drawing them from one of the crates they had carried aboard the large ship. "Those chicken scratches were certainly a waste of money," she cried out, a small smile on her lips.

Shaking his head, Goliath didn't even turn to acknowledge Demona's presence as he began thumbing through one of the books. "You're wrong," he said slowly, his voice soft. "They're fascinating. Like in a dream... there's truth without logic," Goliath continued. "What's his name again?" he asked Lexington quickly.

Reacting quickly, the young green gargoyle snatched one of the books that Goliath had thrown to the side and flipped to the front of the book. "His name is Shakespeare, sir," Lexington said, a small smile on his face.

"Ah yes, Shakespeare."

"He'll never amount to a thing, trust me," Demona called out as she sipped her drink, eyeing her fiancé with a small smirk on her face. "At least they were cheap."

Frowning, Goliath turned to reply when a young porter wheeled in a small green safe on a hand truck.

"Put that in the wardrobe," Demona called out, her voice cold towards the human.

Nodding, the young man quickly did as told.

First Class Reception, D Deck

As Goliath and Hudson walked down the lush hallway, a sudden commotion broke the cultured silence. Turning, they watched as a short black woman walked up the gangway, carrying a suitcase in each hand, a spindly porter running to catch up with her to take the bags.

"Well, I wasn't about to wait all day for you, young man," the woman said loudly, a bright smile on her face. "Take them the rest of the way if you think you can manage."

Biting back a disapproving glare, Hudson turned to his ward and whispered in Goliath's ear. "That lass there would be Diane Maza.. for some reason, she be called the 'Unsinkable Diane Maza,'" Hudson said, the disdain evident in his voice. "Her husband is CEO of a new oil company that struck it big someplace down south... new corporation," he hissed before urging Goliath along.

External Bow

Laughing, Elisa quickly ran forward along the ship as she felt the powerful engines come to life beneath her.

"Hey, Elisa!" Matt panted from behind her. "Wait up!"

Shaking her head, Elisa laughed out loud and felt the wind blow back her raven hair. "Hurry up, Bluestone!" she yelled out, feeling another laugh bubble up from within. Soon, there was no more ship left to run on as Elisa leaned against the very front railing and looked down into the bright blue water below.

The day was a beautiful one -- the sky cloudless and the sun bright and shining. Soon, Elisa felt Matt at her back as she leaned over the railing and looked down fifty feet below to where the prow cut through the water like a knife, sending up two glassy sheets of water.

Bridge

Sighing, First Officer Broadway stretched his blue wings out behind him as he took in the beauty of the day. Turning, he looked over at the tall and wizened black woman that was his captain. "Captain Chavez?" he asked, his voice full of expectation.

Smiling, Chavez looked ahead and marveled at the wonder of the ship that she commanded. Turning, she nodded at her first officer. "Take her to sea, Broadway," she ordered, her voice calm even though she was jumping on the inside. "Let's stretch her legs."

External Bow

Laughing, Elisa watched the water that was cut by the speeding ship. Suddenly, the glassy water broke even further as a single gray dolphin dove through the air before crashing back beneath the surface. Shaking her head, she quickly pointed down to the water below. "Look Matt, a dolphin!" she cried out as yet another dolphin broke the surface. Soon, a whole pod of dolphins led the Titanic out to sea. Laughing in delight, Elisa pulled away from the edge and climbed up on the railings behind Matt until she stood a good foot taller than him, his back against her stomach. Sighing, she felt the smile pull even higher at her lips as her hair fanned out behind her from the warm wind.

Shaking his head, Matt leaned forward and stared into the crystal day. "I can see the Pentagon already!" Matt cried out, his voice teasing as he stared into the bright blue of the sky. "Very small of course," he amended with a wry grin.

Laughing, Elisa reached up and grabbed a firm hold to one of the taunt and secure ropes that hung nearby. Feeling exhilarated, she quickly reached her other hand out and screamed out, "I'm king of the world!"

Suddenly, a voice broke in on her happy thoughts and her whoops of joy. "Uh, don't you mean queen, Elisa?" Matt interrupted as he too began to whoop with joy.

"Whatever," Elisa muttered before turning her full attention back to the wondrous sea before her.

Palm Court Restaurant

Sighing, Goliath looked slowly about the elegant surroundings of the restaurant, trying his best to ignore the bragging of Jon Canmore, the Managing Director of White Star Line. Actually, the whole afternoon had been like that. Take it to Demona to want to dine with the best there was to find on the Titanic -- the owner of the company as well as the ship builder. Then again, he was sure that his 'beloved' fiancée has not planned on having Diane Maza join their little group.

"...and our master shipbuilder, the Magus here, designed her from the keel plates up," Jon Canmore said with a large smile, obviously taking the credit even though he was only the owner.

Blushing, the Magus felt his pale cheeks darken a little bit more as all eyes at the table turned towards him. Brushing his long white hair out of his face, he coughed slightly. "Well, I may have designed her," the Magus conceded, his smile polite as always, "but the idea was Mr. Canmore's," he finished, nodding in Jon's direction. "He wanted a steamer so big in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments, that its supremacy would never be challenged."

"And here she is!" Jon continued, slapping the table loudly with his hand while brushing his blond hair out of his face with the other. "Willed into solid reality she was!"

Just as Goliath thought that he wouldn't be able to take any more of the conceited man, the waiter finally arrived to take their orders. Before Goliath even had a chance to voice his own opinion, Demona quickly put down her menu and turned to the waiter. "We'll both have the steak, rare, with a little A-1 sauce," she said, her voice harsh.

Nodding his head, the waiter quickly jotted down his order before moving on.

As her smile softened, she then turned to Goliath and touched his shoulder possessively. "You do like steak, don't you darling?" she asked, her voice rich with sweetness.

Biting back his retort, Goliath forced his small frown into a polite smile. He knew that this kind of behavior was only customary of what was to come. "Of course," he replied, knowing that was what was expected of him.

Noting all of this, Diane felt her polite smile form into a little frown. She couldn't believe this! How could people let others make their decisions for them without even saying a peep of what they themselves wanted? Turning, she laid her dark brown eyes on the young CEO. "So, are you going to cut his meat for him too, Demona?" she asked, her voice polite and even. Smiling on the inside, Diane watched as the pert smile on Demona's face faltered. Before giving her a chance to respond, Diane quickly turned back to the other diners at the table. "Now, who did come up with the name Titanic?" she asked, her voice betraying false curiosity. "Was that you Jon?" she asked as she turned to the younger man, her voice sweet.

Laughing, Jon quickly nodded his head. "Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury and safety..." Jon began, about to unleash another litany of praise for himself and his ship.

Groaning inwardly, Goliath knew that he couldn't take yet another tirade from the man. "Do you know of Dr. Freud?" Goliath interrupted quickly, receiving dark looks from his mentor and fiancée... after all, it wasn't proper to interrupt someone of a higher standing. After all, even though he was a member of the elite, he was also just considered by the others to be the fiancé to an important CEO. Nothing more and nothing less. Before Jon could respond to the interruption, Goliath quickly continued. "His ideas about the egotistical preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you, Mr. Canmore," Goliath finished quickly, noting as the Magus across from him nearly choked on his breadstick in laughter.

"Goliath, what has gotten into ye?" Hudson demanded quickly, his voice harsh and severe, yet maintaining a soft whisper.

"Excuse me," Goliath muttered, his voice cold as he quickly put down his napkin and got up from the table. Without another look back, he quickly exited the confining room.

"I 'pologize, sir," Hudson broke in quickly, breaking the stunned silence that had fallen over the group.

Barely able to control her own laughter, Diane turned her sparkling brown eyes on Demona once more. "He's a strong one, Demona. Are you sure that you can handle him?"

Biting back her sharp comment and hiss of anger, Demona forced her eyes to die out their red embers as she looked at the annoying human before her. Grinning ferally, she eyed the black woman. "Well, I may have to start minding what he reads from now on, won't I?"

Meanwhile, Jon Canmore completely missed the conversation going on between the two women as he sat and fumed at the gargoyle's rude behavior. Huffing, he turned back towards the others sitting at the table with him. "Freud, who is he? A passenger?" he asked. Somehow he knew that Goliath had insulted him, but how, he wasn't quite sure.

Poop Deck, After Decks

Sighing, Elisa carefully cleaned the black pistol that was sitting in her lap as the sun shone down on her. It was yet another beautiful day on the Titanic.. yet another beautiful and boring day on the Titanic. Matt and Elisa had quickly realized that there wasn't that much that a third class passenger had to occupy their time aboard the large ship. So, like the rest of the passengers that occupied their class, they migrated up to the top of the ship, determined to enjoy the beautiful sunshine while it lasted. Shaking her head, Elisa glanced up from her gun and watched with a small smile as a fellow passenger, Fox, held her beautiful little boy up against the side of the railing, showing him the sea below.

"Hey Alex.. look at the waves!" she said, a joyous smile on her face as she pointed out the lapping waters, the sun shining off of her brilliant red hair.

Giggling, the young toddler shook his head quickly. "Water!" he cried out, his voice full of enthusiasm that only the young can possess.

Suddenly, a soft jingle broke her concentration. Puzzled, Elisa turned on the hard bench and watched with Matt as a crew member walked by, a leash and a large blue doggoyle in hand.

"That's typical," a voice spoke aloud suddenly, causing Elisa to turn further to the right. There stood a brick red gargoyle with long white hair, dressed in the traditional loin cloth, a soft sneer on his face as he leaned against a white railing. "First class dogs come down here to go to the bathroom."

Smiling, Elisa watched as the doggoyle disappeared from sight, hidden by the masses of milling people. "That's so we know where we rank in the scheme of things," she said, a small smirk on her face as she turned back once more to the stranger.

"Like we could forget," the gargoyle muttered, his own grin tugging at his beak. "Brooklyn," he said by way of introduction as he quickly reached forward and extended his taloned hand to the two humans.

Nodding her head, Elisa quickly stuck out her own tanned hand and shook the hand offered. "I'm Elisa Maza and that's Matt Bluestone," she said, jerking her head in Matt's direction. Suddenly, a flash of lavender caught her sharp eyesight. Intrigued, she arched her neck back and stared up at the deck above theirs. There, standing against the railing was a tall, lavender gargoyle with long brownish-black hair that cascaded down his back. Stunned, Elisa found that she couldn't take her eyes off of the strange gargoyle, her curious gaze traveling over his broad shoulders and well-muscled arms.. and to his sad and forlorn gaze. If anything, that shocked her above all else. She wasn't naive enough to believe that all of the wealthy society must be happy, but the look on the gargoyle's face looked so.. well, so much as though he was stuck in a situation that he didn't know a way out of. Like he was giving into something and that there was.. no hope.

Shaking his head, Matt watched the expression on his partner's face. He had seen that look too many times. Hiding a grin, he quickly reached over and tapped Brooklyn on the shoulder, alerting their new friend to her condition as well. Hiding a snicker, Brooklyn shook his head slowly. "Forget it Elisa. You're more likely to have gargoyles fly out of you than to get next to the likes of him," he said, a snicker on his red face.

Ignoring her companions' obvious delight in tormenting her, Elisa kept her unwavering gaze on the gargoyle. Suddenly, his sad eyes turned away from the ocean and looked down at her, as though he suddenly became aware of being watched. In that instant, Elisa felt as though the deck floor had fallen out beneath her. The shock of those dark eyes locking with her own was like nothing she had experienced before. Suddenly, the spell was broken as a beautiful blue-skinned gargess walked up to the one she was watching and grabbed him roughly by the arm. The possessive look in her eyes was unmistakable. Watching in fascination, Elisa saw the look of annoyance cross over the gargoyle's face as he argued briefly with the gargess before shaking her arm off and storming away. Shaking her head, the blue-skinned woman quickly followed.