"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

First Class Lounge

Sitting as still as a statue, Goliath sipped his tea mechanically as the people around him chattered. His mind was a mile away from their pointless conversations, focused on his decisions... on his words to Elisa earlier. It pained him so much to remember the tears in her eyes.. to remember her words when they struck a chord of truth deep within him. Then again, the memory of Hudson's words also struck deep within him. Hudson was right as well. But how could they both be right when Hudson and Elisa fought for opposite sides?

"Aye, ye should 'ave seen th' mess!" Hudson growled suddenly, catching Goliath's attention. Meeting the eyes of Robyn Canmore and Guardian Tom, he rolled his one good eye. "Of course th' invitations 'ad t' be sent back t' th' printers twice! An' th' food! Aye, let me tell ye what a mess that 'as been!"

Sighing, Goliath quickly tuned the conversation out again. Just more babble about the plans for his and Demona's ceremony to make their engagement official... to make her his mate. Suddenly, a small movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Turning, he watched out the window as an older gargoyle trained a young hatchling in the ways of combat -- in the ways to becoming a good leader. Sighing, he watched as the young hatchling fell to the ground, tears in her small eyes... and as her mentor merely pulled the young gargoyle to her feet and continued with the training. Shaking his head in disgust, Goliath slowly reached out a taloned hand and deliberately spilled a bit of his tea on the loincloth he wore. "Oh, won't you please excuse me? I have to change this," he said, his voice cool and polite.

Nodding their heads distractedly, his companions quickly continued their conversations as Goliath left the room. As soon as he was clear of the room, he turned away from his stateroom and headed towards the stairs that would bring him down to the third class. He had a friend to see.

Bow -- sunset

Shaking her head, Elisa felt the cool wind push through her tangled masses of black hair as she gazed out before her. It was a beautiful night -- a tad bit more chilly than usual, making her thankful for the warmth of the red bomber jacket she wore, but beautiful nonetheless.

Before her, the ocean spread out like an unending platform of blue, water in all directions. Behind her, the ship fell out of sight as she gazed up into the brightly lit heavens. Holding her breath, she watched as the sky took on the hues of sunset, as if lit by the embers of a giant fire. She was in her favorite spot, on the apex of the bow railing. Smiling, she closed her eyes and let the chill wind blow over her, clearing her mind.

"Hello, Elisa."

Not really surprised, Elisa slowly opened her eyes and turned. The sight behind her made her breath catch in her throat. There stood Goliath, his usually large and towering frame overshadowed by the large ship that spread out behind him.

Smiling, Goliath met the eyes of the woman he was beginning.. to love. She was stunning, standing as she was, with the strong wind pushing her black hair out from around her as though it were a dark cloak framing her tanned face. And those eyes -- the eyes that could reach into the most hidden places of his heart. "I changed my mind," he said simply as he slowly began closing the distance between them. "Matt said you might be up-"

"Shh," Elisa interrupted, a mysterious smile lighting up her exotic face. "Come here," she instructed, beckoning for him to come closer.

Shaking his head, Goliath quickly moved forward. It was as if he was under her spell -- the spell of the dying sun. Soon, they were standing face to face, as if they were prepared to dance once again... close enough to kiss.

"Close your eyes," she instructed, that same smile playing on her lips.

Smiling, Goliath did as he was told and then felt her climb up onto the railing before him. Worried, he was about to open his eyes and step forth, ready to pull her to safety when she reached back and lay a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Do you trust me," he heard her whisper, her voice soft against his ear.

Goliath could only nod his head, swearing that he felt the soft brush of her velvety lips against him. And then she was pulling him forward and up, till he too was standing on the railing, her snugly between him and the outer railing. The feelings.. the feeling of her warm body pressed so intimately against his own, the only thing that held him back from the unseen world, the feeling of the brisk wind blowing his own dark hair back, the feeling of her soft tresses caressing against his chest, and then the feeling of her hands pulling his arms till they were wrapped around her, her soft hands on his. Then, ever so gently he felt her pull his arms away from her body and out to the side until they spread out straight, her shorter arms even with his.

"Okay.. open them," she whispered.

Sighing, Goliath slowly opened up his eyes, only to gasp at what he saw... which was nothing but the ocean spread out before him. From his perspective, all he saw in his field of vision was water; it was as though there were no ship underneath them at all, just the two of them soaring. There was nothing but the two of them, the crash of the water far below, and the soft breeze blowing past them. "I.. I'm flying!" Goliath cried out in delight, hearing Elisa's laughter mix with his own. Suddenly, her soft voice reached his hears.. she was singing.

"Love can touch just one time, but last for a lifetime," she sang softly, her eyes twinkling as she watched the sun set off in the distance. Soon, the colors were all blending together like the Creator above was mixing the colors of the rainbow on an artist's palette. Smiling dreamily, she leaned back against the solid structure of Goliath's chest behind her. If only this moment could last forever. Suddenly, she felt his fingers creep down till they were gently clasping hers, still flying through the sky. And then, he slowly brought his arms in till they were both wrapped around her slim waist.

Smiling, Goliath wrapped his fingers through hers, their fingers caressing through and around each other like the bodies of two lovers. Sighing, he tipped his face down and forward into her blowing hair, letting the scent of her wash over him. And then, his cheek was resting against her ear, her warm skin touching his own.

Sighing, Elisa knew that this moment could never end.. it was far too perfect. Feeling the soft touch of his cheek, Elisa slowly turned her head till her lips were against his. Ever so slowly, she lowered his arms which were wrapped so tightly around her and turned even more until their lips met. In that instant, Elisa knew that she would never leave him. Sighing, Elisa twisted her head even further and leaned into the kiss, her arm moving up till it was wrapped around his neck, feeling his own arms tighten against her.

Like that, both Goliath and Elisa surrendered to each other, to the emotion, and to the inevitable. The kiss was slow at first, but then gradually it began to build with passion. Just as they thought they could continue no longer, the hot and fiery sun finally made its final dip beneath the horizon, casting their kiss into darkness.

Goliath's Suite

Laughing, Elisa and Goliath pulled open the ornate wooden door and stepped into the connected suites from the deserted hallway. "Wow," Elisa breathed in amazement as she looked over the amazing decorations. It was so.. so opulent. Like nothing that she had ever seen before. Everywhere she looked she saw beautiful woodwork and satin upholstery -- it was similar to the glory of the dining saloon from the previous evening, but to an even higher degree. "And you're staying here?" Elisa asked in amazement as she slowly undid the holster of her gun and dropped the weapon onto a nearby settee.

Sighing, Goliath barely gave the room a once over before turning back to the woman who had so captured his heart. "Yes... it's not much, but it will do."

"Not much?!" Elisa gasped in amazement. "This is.. it's... incredible!" she breathed as she continued to circle the room in amazement.

Laughing at the look of wide eyed astonishment, Goliath shook his head. He wondered if at any point in his life if he had ever been this amazed by the luxury that surrounded him -- sadly enough, he didn't believe so.

Breaking out of her reverie, Elisa nervously pushed her black hair out of her face. Strangely, she felt out of place in this room of luxury -- it definitely wasn't the kind of stuff that she was used to. Shaking her head, she realized that she would be afraid to sit on the furniture found in the room, too afraid of wrecking such nice things. "Well, what did you want me to see?" she asked, turning expectantly to Goliath. In all honesty, Goliath's suite was the last place that she wanted to be right then.

Nodding his head, Goliath noted Elisa's nervousness. He couldn't blame her. Turning, he hurried into Demona's suite and went straight for the safe. Curious, Elisa followed behind and watched in mute fascination as he expertly began turning the dial. "Demona insists on lugging this thing everywhere," he said absently, his voice low as the door of the safe finally clicked open.

As she watched Goliath remove a cloth covered object, she slowly traced her path back into the main salon. "Speaking of which, should we be expecting her anytime soon?" Elisa asked, her voice effectively hiding her nervousness. Once again, she was not enjoying her time in this suite. It would be even worse if Goliath's fiancée arrived, for she remembered all too well her razor sharp talons.

Smiling, Goliath followed Elisa into the room and stood before her. "Not as long as the bickering over whose company is better holds out," he said, his smile soft. Then, before she could say anything else, Goliath quickly uncovered the object he held.

Gasping, Elisa stared at the object in Goliath's hand. It was beautiful -- a golden object about the size of the palm of her hand with the crescent of a phoenix inlaid in some sort of blue stone. "What is it?" she asked, her voice awed. "Is it gold?"

"Yes, but that is not the reason that it is so important," Goliath whispered quietly, staring at the object between them. "It is called the Phoenix Gate. According to some, it is a magical artifact that can be used to travel through time."

"Time travel?" Elisa asked, her voice skeptical.

"Yes," Goliath answered, his voice low and solemn. "Many would pay a fortune to lay their hands on it."

"And.. it's Demona's?" Elisa asked, unsure as to where Goliath was leading with this.

"No. She gave it to me as an engagement gift," Goliath answered, his voice turning bitter.

Sighing, Elisa slowly looked up into Goliath's eyes. She knew that no words would help him right now. Staring into those onyx eyes, Elisa knew that a world of pain was held within -- a world of pain that he always strived to keep hidden. But he couldn't keep it hidden from her. Stepping forward, Elisa slowly reached up her hands and wrapped them around Goliath's neck. Reaching forward, Elisa pulled Goliath's head down till his lips met hers once more.

Completely forgotten, the Phoenix Gate clattered to the floor as Goliath reached out and wrapped his strong arms around her small waist. As the kiss deepened, Goliath realized that he loved this brave woman that stood before him. They would be together till the end of time, and nothing, nothing, would take her away from him.

Finally, the kiss was broken as Elisa decided that if she didn't have air soon, she would pass out. Gasping, she grinned up into his dark eyes, her own teasing and full of light. "Let's get out of here," she said, a mischievous look upon her face.

Returning the smile, Goliath quickly reached down and picked up the Phoenix Gate from its position on the floor. "Let me just put this back," he rumbled, his voice low. "You can wait for me in the promenade if you'd like," he said, indicating the room that he had dined in with Demona just that morning.

Smiling, Elisa nodded her head and stepped into the long room. Walking forward, she slowly rested her head against the cool glass and stared out into the night beyond. The night was unending... completely, unending.