Hey! This is going well! Before the update a word to my reviewers!

Blue Autumn Sky- Yes. Robyn Goodfellow was the actual name of Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream. Puck was his job…pretty much. I'll get into why I used it later. There's a good reason I promise.

EyesLikeSilk -Thanks! Does the happy dance

Wayne the Orc- I would like to express my condolences on the failure on the job application to LotR, and spastically thank you for taking the time to read my fic.

Once again I own nothing. I would like to thank you for not wasting your time filing a lawsuit, because I have nothing to give you.

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"What in Avalon's name have you done to those two? I've never seen Xanatos look so forlorn." Puck queried, lounging comfortably in mid-air.

"I didn't do anything. He's just brooding because he doesn't have any choice. He has to pick me. There is no one else. Not unless he wants to crawl back to High Lord of Lectures and Queen of Annoying Hints."

Puck nodded, "He is a man who likes to have options. Commendable, however, I know you prefer the Alexander method."

"Attack with everything you've got hard the first time, and never look back," Robyn sighed wistfully, " Alexander of Macedonia, he was a man like no other, it's a shame no one really understood his vision, not even me."

"And you were his second biggest supporters."

"Second only to Hephaestion, of course…everyone was second to Hephaestion."

"Even Alexander."

"He's back you know," Robyn leaned over the couch to get a better look at the floating puck, "Alexander, not Hephaestion."

"Surprise, surprise. With King Arthur, and all the rest popping up like daisies, it's just a shock he wasn't first."

"He was sort of disappointed, come to think of it," Robyn grinned.

"Yes. Well…look how times flies," a huge clock with pink wings came shooting out behind Puck's back, "Really, darling, I must run! Oh…but before I forget you need to be up at the castle at eight."

And with a flourish he vanished.

"Bah, the things I do for you…" Robyn warped into Cagney, as the doorknob turned.

"Hmm… Elisa moaned, and flunked on to the couch. Cagney leaped onto Elisa's lap, and purred rubbing her body against the cop's hand.

"Hey, Cagney. I've been having a rough time getting time into sleep. With things as they are. I think the gargoyles can handle things tonight. What I need is a good night's sleep with out any distractions. Don't look at me like that. Could you really blame me for wanting some time to myself? Of course not. Xanatos' kid is a freaking fairy, Owen Burnette the stiffest man to walk the earth is a Shakespearean trickster, I am a step away from dating a Gargoyle (let's face it Cagney. I'm head over heels in love with him.) My Brother is a mutate, and Matt, bless his heart, is still ranting about the all mighty power of the illuminati, and how there consorting with aliens to reap out our souls."

Cagney cocked her head.

"Alright. Maybe not the alien bit. But throw in the Klu Klux Klan rejects and wannabees, and you've got me life to par. Plus I have to hold down a job at the station. If one more weird-out-of- the-ordinary thing goes off, I will snap. Just one more thing…" Elisa trailed off than sat in silence for a moment.

"Well, at least there is you, a loyal, ordinary, simple cat. And thank God for that." Elisa stood up, Cagney mewed her protests, "Well, I'm going to pick up a gallon of Ben and Jerry's ice scream, and a trashy romance film. How would you like some tuna?"

Cagney purred, as Elisa closed the door on the apartment she though she heard, "Well, Elisa I'd draw the line at simple."

Elisa Maza shook her head, "I am most definitely losing it."