"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
Crow's Nest
Shivering, Talon suddenly wished that his fur was thicker as he watched the flat sea for danger. Suddenly, the sound of laughter below caught his attention. Curious, he turned his gaze away from the sea and watched in amusement as a tall gargoyle leaned down to share a passionate kiss with a beautiful human. "Hey Maggie, look at that!" he cried out, nudging his partner.
Surprised, Maggie took her eyes away from the sea and moved beside Talon, thankful for his warmth. As her eyes took in the sight below, a small smile played on her lips. "They're probably more warm right now than we are," she said, the smile turning coy.
Shocked at her words, Talon turned suddenly and looked at the mutant before him. She was a vision of beauty in the darkness. Acting instinctively, Talon darted forward and planted a firm kiss on her lips. At first, he felt her recoil, but soon, her arms wrapped around his.
A few seconds later, thought finally returned to her muddled brain. Laughing, Maggie pushed Talon away. "Well, if that's what it takes for us two to get warm, I'd rather wait till later.. if it's all the same to you, that is?" she said, her voice teasing.
Smiling, Talon was about to respond when a picture from his worst nightmare loomed before him. "Oh my God," he stuttered, taking in the sight of the massive iceberg, barely discernable in the darkness. Turning, he roughly pushed Maggie aside and snatched up the phone that was his only communication with the bridge. "Hurry up and pick up!" he muttered to the phone as he waited for their salvation.
Bridge
Sighing, Sixth Officer Morgan tried his best to ignore the ringing of the phone, but to no avail. Muttering under his breath about not another ice warning, he slowly walked up and picked up the receiver, wary of his aging bones.
Immediately, a loud and panicked voice rang over the line. "Is someone there?"
"Yes, what do you see?" he asked, instantly alert as he realized that it was the Crow's Nest that was ringing through.
"Iceberg right ahead!" the voice called through, tinged with panic.
"Yes, thank you," Morgan said, his voice remaining calm while inside he was pure turmoil. Quickly he hung up the phone and turned back towards the bridge. "Iceberg right ahead!" he yelled, meeting First Officer Broadway's eyes.
As the adrenaline rushed through Broadway's system, he quickly dashed to one of the windows and saw the massive behemoth that they were quickly approaching. "Hard to starboard!" he yelled out, his eyes glowing white as he knew that they would never make it in time.
"Hard to starboard. The helm is hard over, sir," Morgan replied quickly as he stared over the helmsman's shoulder.
"Oh no," Broadway breathed, his eyes returning to the mountain of ice. A few minutes or seconds later, which he would never know for sure, the bow finally began to come to the left. Clenching his jaw, he watched as they turned with agonizing slowness, knowing that his job was already done and that now it was just time for the physics to play out.
Crow's Nest
"Oh God, Talon," Maggie cried out as she stepped into the arms of the one that she loved. "We're not going to make it, are we?" she asked, watching with a fascinated horror as the ship slowly began to turn.
Shaking his head, Talon held his love close as he watched the iceberg loom before them. And then, the waiting was over as a horrendous crunching noise filled the night as the RMS Titanic hit the iceberg. Closing his eyes, Talon could just imagine the deadly sheets of ice as they smashed into the steel hull plates, bumping and scraping along the side of the ship as rivets popped and as the steel plates of the hull eventually flexed under the load.
Cargo Hold
"Man, they are not in here!" Jason groaned as he looked in yet another dark corner of the hold.
Whatever answer Tony Dracon was about to give was cut short as a series of holes suddenly appeared in the wall of the ship. Stopped to the point of speechlessness, the two porters watched in horror as the large popping and tearing sound stopped and was replaced by the rush of water.
"Let's get out of here!" Tony shouted above the din as freezing cold water began to swirl around their feet.
Needing no further coercion, Jason Canmore quickly joined his friend in a mad dash for the stairs -- for their lives.
Forward Well Deck
Just as Elisa thought that she could maintain her lip lock with Goliath for no longer, a loud scraping sound filled the dark night. Startled, Elisa stepped back quickly and looked up in wonder as a large sheet of ice passed by, inches from the bow of the ship. And then, it was no longer inches from the ship but instead rubbing by the side.
Crying out in horror, Goliath acted quickly and pulled Elisa away from the side as large chunks of flying ice rained down around them.
Bridge
Moving with a speed that belied his great size, Broadway quickly crossed the large bridge and pulled the switch that would close the watertight doors. "Hard to port!" he yelled out, returning to the window, the bridge a flurry of activity around him.
Forward Well Deck
Shaking their heads in amazement, Goliath and Elisa moved as one to the side of the ship, slipping over the mess of ice. Turning, they watched as the large iceberg moved aft down the side of the large ship.
Magus's Stateroom
Sighing, the Magus slowly made an adjustment to the figures that were sitting before him. Suddenly, he felt a small shudder run through the ship. Instantly, his eyes looked up to the tinkling chandelier above him. Too much of his soul was in this great ship that it was impossible for him not to feel the mortal wound of his ship.
First Class Smoking Room
Sighing, Xanatos concentrated on the game going on before him. And then, his eyes tightened on his highball before him as it began to vibrate. That was not supposed to happen.
Palm Court
Shaking her head, Diane slowly twirled the contents of her drink in the fine crystal glass as she stared into the nearly empty room. Behind her, a large window stood facing out into the dark night beyond. "Excuse me, can I get some ice, please?" she called out suddenly to a young waiter who was striding past her table.
Nodding his head, the young man was about to pour some more ice into the glass as a large sheet of the stuff filled the window behind her before disappearing astern.
Crow's Nest
"Talon, that was close, wasn't it?" she asked, her voice on the tinge of panic.
"Oh my God, we hit an iceberg," Talon said, still seeing the vision of the large mountain of ice crash against the mighty ship.
Bridge
Shaking his head, Broadway stared emptily out into the dark night. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had just run the biggest ship in history into an iceberg on its maiden voyage. They hit an iceberg! "Note the time. Enter it in the log," he said, his voice low and quiet as he glanced over at Morgan, the black man's face holding a wealth of sadness and despair.
Suddenly, there was a commotion at one of the doors to the bridge. Turning, Broadway watched as Captain Chavez rushed onto the deck, tucking in her white shirt as she went.
"What was that, Broadway?" she asked, her voice trying to remain calm.
"An iceberg, ma'am," Broadway replied, his voice filled with regret and sadness. "I put her hard to starboard and ran the engines full astern, but it was too close. I tried to port around it, but she hit... and I-"
"Close the emergency doors," Chavez interrupted quickly, grasping the seriousness of the situation just by her First Officer's shock.
"The doors are closed," Broadway replied as he followed his captain onto the starboard wing of the ship. Turning, he pointed towards the back of the ship to where the iceberg had disappeared.
"Find the Carpenter and get him to sound the ship," Captain Chavez finally said, her voice low and grave.
G-Deck Forward
Shaking his head, Matt wondered briefly as to what all the commotion was about as he stumbled out of his and Elisa's room that they shared with the two foreigners. Exhausted, he wiped the sleep from his eyes as he saw a swarm of rats, dozens of them, run past him down the corridor. Shocked, he watched as a slow tide of water crept up that same hall, chasing the rats' long pink tales. "Uh oh," he muttered quietly.
Brooklyn's Stateroom
As the crash resounded throughout the ship, Brooklyn was startled out of his deep sleep. "What in the-" he broke off as he jumped off of the top bunk of his bed... and into a pool of freezing water. All sleepiness instantly vanishing from the cold shock, Brooklyn stumbled over to the wall and snapped on the light. The sight before him stopped him even colder than the water, for the floor was covered in about three inches of water -- and more was coming in. Shocked, Brooklyn quickly capped his red wings around his shoulder as he yanked open his door and stumbled into the flooded corridor.
"Brooklyn!" Matt called out, his voice on the verge of panic as he reached his friend in the corridor. "Come on, the ship is sinking! We have to wake everyone up!" he yelled.
Instantly, a strong urge to protect his fellow shipmates surged through Brooklyn's red body. Nodding, he quickly helped his new friend to spread the alarm, pounding on doors, word of the sinking ship spreading in several different languages.
Forward Well Deck
Shaking her head, Elisa stared at the disappearing berg in the dark night. "It looks okay.. I don't see anything," she muttered, turning her dark eyes to those of her companion.
"Could it have damaged the ship?" Goliath asked, his voice betraying his worried thoughts.
"Well.. it didn't seem like much of a bump," Elisa said thoughtfully as she clasped her cold hand onto Goliath's warm shoulder. "I'm sure we're okay," she said, raising her voice to be heard over the hooting of some of her fellow steerage passengers who were busy kicking around some of the ice that was spread around the deck.
Steerage Forward
Struggling against the rush of passengers that clogged the small corridor, Brooklyn continued aft away from the flooding. Smiling wryly, he turned towards his friend. "If this is the direction the rats were running, it's good enough for me."
Shaking his head, Matt nodded his head briefly at his friend. "Good point. I just hope that Elisa is alright."
Interior Corridor on B Deck
Muttering under his breath about being late for docking, Jon Canmore pulled his topcoat tighter around his pajamas as he hurried down the luxurious corridor. "Those morons better have the problem fixed by the time I get there," he muttered as he headed for the bridge, ignoring the other passengers and stewards that he passed.
Overhearing his boss, Glasses smiled at the crowd of passengers that were tailing him, rapidly firing off questions to him. "There's no cause for alarm. Please, go back to your rooms," he said, pushing his glasses back onto his proud nose as he headed down the hall, slowly urging others to return to their staterooms. Suddenly, a large man with a shock of white hair stepped in his path. "Please, sir. There's no emergency-"
"Yes there is!" Demona growled as she pushed her manservant aside and got right in front of the little porter. "I have been robbed," she hissed, her eyes glowing a deadly red color. "Now get me the Master at Arms. Now you moron!" she hissed when she saw that the man wasn't moving fast enough.
"Yes.. yes ma'am," Glasses stuttered as he quickly hurried around the angry gargess.
Bridge, Chartroom
Sighing, Maria Chavez wearily rubbed the bridge of her nose. "A five degree list in less than ten minutes," she muttered as she turned her dark eyes on the Magus.
"Yes," the Magus sighed as he laid a pile of maps and diagrams before the Captain. "She's making water fast... in the forepeak tank and the forward holds, in boiler room six..." he said, pointing out the places as he went.
"Why have we stopped?" a sudden, angry voice broke in on the Magus's explanation.
Annoyed, Captain Chavez glanced up into the angry eyes of the White Star Line owner. "We've struck ice, Mr. Canmore," she said, her tone just as icy.
"Well, how long till the ship is under way?" he asked, still showing his irritation at the delay that this would cost the trip.
Shaking her head, Captain Chavez glared at the impudent man. "Excuse me," she said icily as she brushed by him, the Magus hot on her tail.
B-Deck forward, Well Deck
Laughing, Xanatos quickly joined another first class passenger at the railing and looked down at the multitude of steerage passengers who were busying themselves with a game of soccer, the ice their ball. "Say, did I miss the fun?" he asked, rubbing a hand through his goatee as he pulled his top coat closer around his pajamas.
Before the other man could answer, he watched in amazement as Goliath, Demona's fiancé, climbed over the locked gate that separated the classes. Even more astonishing was that Elisa Maza was closely in tow behind. Once more, before he could say anything about the unusual combination, a loud group of voices could be heard. Puzzled, he watched as Captain Chavez and the Magus trailed past him, their faces grim.
"Can you shore up?" Chavez asked, her voice hopeful.
"Not unless the pumps get ahead," the Magus replied quickly, his voice grim.
Overhearing this, Elisa slowly shook her head and looked into Goliath's dark eyes. "It's bad," she whispered, her voice meant only for him.
Sighing, Goliath nodded his head in agreement. "We have to tell Hudson and Demona."
Unable to keep her frown from appearing on her face, Elisa looked up into his dark eyes. "Now, it's worse."
Smiling lightly, Goliath reached down and gently cupped her smooth chin in his large hand. "Come with me, Elisa. I fight, you fight... right?" he asked, his voice low.
Returning his smile, Elisa reached up and took his hand into hers. "Right," she said as she followed Goliath through the door inside the ship.