A/N: Finally, at long last, long after everyone had given up hope… and update! Please note that I've also made changes to the previous chapters, including combining what were once Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 into one longer chapter. If there's anyone interested, I'm looking for beta readers for Ashes to Ashes and my other Gargoyles story, Legacies, along with folk willing to take a look at the other stuff I have coming down the pipeline.
Brooklyn almost didn't see the gun, laying as it did on the coffee table.
He did see Marian, looking very serious and the most put together he'd ever seen her in a simple black pants suit. She was even wearing make up, he noted. He found himself wondering what had happened today.
All such thoughts were quickly pushed out of the gargoyle's mind as he saw the dull gray weapon come to Marian's hand and raise slowly and deliberately. She was looking right at him.
And she was very, very angry.
He couldn't hear her through the glass, but the words she mouthed at him were clear enough. "Go away, or I will shoot you."
'You know,' Brooklyn thought, 'they really shouldn't let potential suicides have guns.'
He released his hold on the ledge and let himself fall back into the open air. He was strong, and he was tough, but he wasn't bulletproof, and he wasn't willing to test how serious the woman was about her threat. 'What did I do?' He wondered as he circled the building. 'I just wanted to help.'