"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 General Room

Laughing, Goliath leaned back in the hard chair that he had been occupying for the last half hour or so. Every where he looked, the room was alive with merriment -- from dancing couples, a lively band, tables full of laughing individuals, card games, arm wrestling, beer drinking... not a single person was left out of the fun. Smiling, he quickly lifted the large mug of beer to his lips and took a long swallow, grimacing slightly at the bitter taste of the liquid. To be honest, he didn't even know where the beer was coming from. All he knew was that one of Elisa's friend, Brooklyn, came and thrust the drink into his hands, a knowing smile on his beaked face.

Shaking his head, Goliath turned once more to the sight before him. There stood Elisa, her black evening gown and jewelry a sharp contrast to the poor clothes around her -- yet she was the picture perfect of ease. Even he was at ease in his fine clothing, with none of the passengers giving him no more than a curious glance. Laughing, Goliath watched as Elisa twirled round and round before him, trying to keep up with the lively beat of the band while keeping the young child before her on his feet. The boy, Alexander, had been at Elisa's side since they joined the party, insisting on dancing with her -- and even though the boy was too young to really dance, Elisa enjoyed carrying him this way and that and mimicking the moves of the other party goers.

As the song slowly came to an end, Elisa, laughing and panting, quickly set down the young child. Smiling, she looked straight into the child's bright eyes and ruffled his unruly mop of red hair. "Would you mind if I danced with Goliath?" she asked, nodding in the large gargoyle's direction.

Taking on the seriousness of a thirty year old, the young child nodded slowly, his eyes wide and solemn.

Grinning, Elisa quickly darted forward and took Goliath's large hand in hers. Startled, he could do nothing as she pulled him to his feet and a little away from the table. "But.. but.." Goliath sputtered, his eyes wide with shock.

Laughing, Elisa was about to reply to his sputtering when she saw that young Alexander's large eyes were now filled with tears. Smiling softly down at the young boy, Elisa shook her head. "You're still my best boy, Alex!" she called out.

Instantly, the boy's tears disappeared as a large grin appeared on his face. Nodding quickly, the boy disappeared into the throng of other passengers as the band quickly struck up another lively tune, no doubt off to find his mother, Fox. Shaking her head at the child, Elisa quickly stepped close to the large gargoyle and lay one gloved hand on his shoulder and placed her other hand firmly in his.

"But.. I do not know how to dance," Goliath said quickly, afraid of making a fool of himself in front of so many people -- in front of Elisa.

Laughing, Elisa felt the rhythm seize her and instantly began moving across the floor. "Neither do I!" she confessed as they twirled this way and that, her leading and Goliath struggling to keep up. "Just move to the rhythm.. don't think," she gasped as she twirled around another couple.

Nodding his head, Goliath focused on what Elisa said. Soon, he found the lively rhythm of the band beat into his heart. Laughing, he quickly took over the lead and paraded Elisa around and around the large room, twirling around the other couples.

Soon, if possible, the beat of the band picked up even more. Turning, Elisa watched as her friend, Matt Bluestone, swung in a circle around them with a young woman. The woman, more of a girl, was a little shorter than Elisa with short, black hair and darker skin. Looking closer, Elisa saw that the woman was Beth Maza, one of the other steerage passengers that Matt had introduced her to earlier. Laughing, she watched as they swung right into another couple.

Too soon, the dance came to an end. Gasping for breath and sweating profusely, Elisa grabbed onto Goliath's large hand and led him over towards a table. Grinning, she saw that Brooklyn was already lounging in one of the chairs, a large mug of dark beer in one hand. Beside him, sat Matt and Beth, large smiles on their faces.

"Hi everyone!" Elisa called out, her grin infectious. "This is Goliath," she said, finally introducing the large gargoyle.

Suddenly uncomfortable, Goliath shifted from foot to foot. After all, how would Elisa's friends take to having a first class passenger join their party. To his surprise, all he was greeted with was smiles.

"Here," Brooklyn said as he passed over two of the large mugs of beer. "I see that you lost your last one," he said, a large smile on his beaked face.

Nodding his gratitude, Goliath lifted the large mug to his lips and downed the frothy drink in one gulp. Satisfied, he slowly lowered his empty mug to the grimy table -- and was met with astonished eyes. "What?" he asked, a smile growing on his normally serious face. "Do you think that a first class gargoyle can't drink?" he asked, his voice light.

Laughing, Elisa quickly shook her head and then downed her mug as well. A few seconds later, she realized how foolish that was of her. After all, even though she was used to the drink, and Goliath wasn't, his body size was much larger than hers, meaning that the large amounts of alcohol hit her a lot faster than it did him. Immediately the world began to spin as Elisa stumbled to the side. Expecting the floor to come crashing up to her, she was instead pleasantly surprised to feel a pair of strong arms circle around her and keep her from falling. Smiling, Elisa looked up into the dark and mysterious eyes of her savior.

"Are you all right?" Goliath asked quickly, concern in his voice as he eyed the dark beauty he held.

"I am now," Elisa murmured as a strange heat flooded her flushed cheeks.

Suddenly, the pair became aware of a quiet snickering from the group around them. Turning their heads, they saw that all eyes were on them.

"Uh, nice catch!" Elisa said quickly as she stood up, Goliath releasing his hold on her.

Before Matt or Brooklyn could break in with any embarrassing comments, Beth quickly came to her rescue. Smiling knowingly at the finely dressed woman, the young woman quickly reached out and grabbed both Brooklyn and Matt by a hand. "Come on!" she quickly cried out as she drug them onto the dance floor where they grabbed a hold of a line of dancing steerage passengers and began to prance around the room.

Laughing, Elisa grabbed Goliath's hand and pulled him with, till they too became apart of the masses of dancing passengers.

What they didn't know was that their companions weren't the only ones who had seen the display. Hissing quietly beneath his breath, MacBeth slowly ducked back towards the stairs that would lead back up to his own class. As he slowly slipped, unnoticed, back into the fray of the wealthy, he once more replayed the scene of Goliath holding the steerage trash in his arms. Demona would be hearing of this.

Boat Deck -- Night

Shaking his head in amusement, Goliath slowly walked down the deserted deck, Elisa at his side. Slowly, ever so slowly, they were coming upon the entrance to his class. Strangely enough, he didn't want to go back. He didn't want to go back to their narrow little world after having.. after having such fun! He didn't want the night to end. Sighing, Goliath paused before the doors to the First Class Entrance, the sounds of the ship's orchestra wafting out into the night. Growling slightly, he pulled away from the doors and went to lean against the railing that once again divided them from the sea.

Surprised, Elisa said nothing as she joined Goliath by the railing. Like him, her eyes quickly traced the sea, the rolling waves, and the heavens above.

"Is it not magnificent?" Goliath asked, his voice low. So low, in fact, that Elisa wasn't even sure if he had spoken. "So grand and endless."

Nodding her head, Elisa spared a quick glance at her companion. Right away, she saw the troubled line of his eyes, the downturn of his mouth, and instantly knew that he was thinking of more than the view before them.

"They're such small people, Elisa.. my crowd," Goliath continued before Elisa could comment. "They think that they are giants.. but they are not even dust in the Creator's eyes," Goliath whispered. He was thinking as he went, saying the first thing that came to mind -- no holding back and no restrictions. "They live inside this little castle... and someday their castle will be destroyed."

Sighing, Elisa kept her eyes trained on the darkly rolling waves. "You're not one of them," she said quietly, her voice soft and serious. "There's been a mistake."

"A mistake?" Goliath asked, puzzlement showing in his voice as he finally turned to look Elisa in the eyes.

"Uh huh... you got mailed to the wrong address," Elisa said, a small laugh bubbling up from within as a smile broke on her face.

Shaking his head, Goliath realized how much he truly enjoyed hearing her laugh. The sound was like a tinkle of chimes -- the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. "I did, didn't I?" he asked, a smile breaking out on his own face. How did she do it? How did she make even the most serious of thoughts turn into something so silly that he couldn't help but smile? Suddenly, his thoughts were torn away as his eyes beheld a beautiful sight. "Look, Elisa! A shooting star!" he cried out, his voice full of wonder as he watched a single burst of light trail a fiery wisp across the dark sky.

"That was a long one," Elisa whispered quietly, a thoughtful expression on her face. "My dad used to say that whenever you saw one, it was a soul going to heaven."

Smiling, Goliath watched the place where the shooting star had been. "I like that. Aren't we supposed to wish on it?" he asked suddenly, a strange expression on his face.

Turning, Elisa looked at the regal gargoyle before her. He was so handsome.. so.. so everything that she had ever wanted in a mate. He was perfection defined. "What would you wish for?" she asked, her voice low and slightly breathless.

Turning, Goliath looked down into Elisa's bright eyes. At that moment, he knew what he would wish for. He supposed that he had known what he would wish for ever since this angel had come to his rescue such a short time ago. Then, thoughts of Demona and his responsibilities came crashing back. Sighing, Goliath quickly averted his eyes and turned towards the first class entrance. "Something I can't have," he muttered darkly as he started towards the door. Pausing briefly, he turned back once again towards the vision in black. "Goodnight, Elisa. And thank you," he murmured, his deep bass voice low, as he quickly hurried through the door -- the door that separated their worlds.

"Goliath!!" Elisa called out, taking a step away from the railing. But she was too late. He was already gone, the door banging shut behind him.