Aprilangel413: Hi. Thank you all of you that keep reviewing my stories. Anyways it has been eight years and incase you can't do math or forget how old they were in the last chapter let me help you. Alex is 16, and Fiona is 15. Any questions that you have about Angela and Broadway will probably be answered in this chapter and if they aren't then just put them in your review. Some very interesting things will happen in this chapter, and I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own gargoyles.

The sun was setting and Fiona was on the balcony. Her family's stone skins shattered and fell to the ground. Angela and Broadway walked inside to relax followed by their son Malcolm.

He was seven years old and loved his parents very much. He had light turquoise skin and his mother's black hair. That at the moment was short and spiked. He had his mother's ears and his father's wings. His face looked like a miniature model of his fathers and they also shared a love for food.

Malcolm wasn't allowed on patrol yet and was often being watched by his Aunt Fiona or Hudson. Tonight as no different, first Fiona had a fighting session with Brooklyn while Hudson watched Malcolm then she went to class with Alex and Owen. Right now Malcolm was playing a video game with Lexington. Broadway and Angela were watching T.V. while Goliath read the newspaper. Hudson was sitting in his recliner when Alex walked into the room looking around for Fiona.

Alex had grown into a very handsome young man and hadn't even realized it. His hair was a dark orange and he was growing it out. He had also been working out a lot and had a nice set of muscles.

"She's in the gym Alex."

"Thanks Hudson."

He turned to go but then turned back around to look and the old gargoyle.

"How did you know that I was looking for Fiona?"

"When the lassie isn't by your side you work fast to change it."

Alex didn't really understand but figured that he better except that answer then ask what he really meant. He ran back to his room and changed into some sweat pants and a white undershirt. If Fiona was in the gym then chances were that they would end up sparing.

He walked into the gym and spotted Fiona at the punching bag. She was in her gargoyle clothes and had her long black hair pulled into low ponytail. Some strands had fallen out and were in her face. But she didn't care, she was too busy with the punching bag. Her hands and legs were wrapped in boxing tape, it went from her hands to her elbows and from her feet to her mid shins.

Brooklyn was holding the bag for her and was using all his strength to avoid flying into the wall. Alex walked up behind Brooklyn and tapped him on the shoulder. The red gargoyle understood and switched spots with him. Fiona hadn't noticed yet and increased the force of her hits. Alex didn't go looking all around the castle for her just to hold a punching bag. So he moved his head to the side so she could see him.

"Hi Fion…"

Was all he was ale to say because Fiona's fist met his face. He flew back into the wall as Fiona realized what she had done. She put her hands over her mouth and ran over to him.

"I'm so sorry."

Alex started to get up but Fiona kept him down.

"It's ok."

"At least let me look at it."

Alex moved his hand and Fiona gasped. Because she had claws her hands were much bigger than the average fifteen year olds. Some how she had managed to hit him square in the eye and part of his cheek. It was already starting to swell and Alex knew it.

"Ice please."

"Oh yeah."

She ran over to the freezer they kept in the gym and was glad that Owen had though of it. She reached in and grabbed an ice pack. Then she ran back to Alex and placed it on his face.

"How does that feel?"

"Your fist or the ice?"

"The ice."

"Better, but it stings."

"It should."

Alex pulled her on to his lap, she didn't object. She moved her hand to the back of his neck and cradled his head. She used the other hand to hold the ice pack in place. Alex put his arms around her waist and held her tight. It seemed like this would be an awkward situation but they were both really comfortable. They had spent most of their day with Dominique, and were now exhausted. Before either of them knew it they were both fast asleep.

When they awoke their positions had changed. Fiona dropped the ice pack and that hand was on Alex's hip. Her other hand had moved from his neck down his back. Alex's right hand moved from around her waist to her upper thigh and the other to her ass. Her head was on his shoulder, their faces less then an inch apart. Alex's eye had turned into a nice shiner and looked like it wasn't going away for a while.

"Alex."

His eyes opened and he realized where his and her hands were and then stared at Fiona. Neither of them made an effort to move. Fiona turned away then looked back.

"Sorry about your eye."

"My fault, I shouldn't have moved."

"I shouldn't have been hitting so hard."

"I bet your hands hurt."

"A little."

Fiona moved her hands to her lap and started rubbing them. Alex put his hands over hers and took over massaging them. He slowly started to unwrap the tape so he could feel her smooth skin. He finished with her arms and tossed the tape aside. Then he moved his hands to her ankles to take off the rest of the tape. When he passed her Achilles tendon she gasped. Alex had forgotten that spot was a very sensitive area for her and she didn't like it touched. Her arms were now around his neck and she was staring at what Alex was doing. Alex tossed the rest of the tape aside and then looked at Fiona, she was beautiful. With out really knowing it Alex's hands started to creep up Fiona's legs. Soon his hands were at the edge of her skirt. If it wasn't awkward before it was now.

"I think I should leave."

She tried to get up but Alex held her down, then she looked him in the eye.

"I want to leave now."

"Ok."

He let go and she stood up. She walked to the other side of the room and picked up her water bottle and towel. Then she sauntered out of the gym and to her room. She threw herself on to the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"What the hell was that?"

Alex sat on the floor of the gym thinking about Fiona. Thinking about what had just happened between them. They had always touched, it was a natural part of their relationship. But what had just happened wasn't. He sat there with his head in his hands ashamed of what he had done and would have done if she had not left. Then he remembered about the black eye that Fiona had given him. It was almost like karma, he made a move on her and now he had a black eye that really hurt. It didn'thurt before, it just hurt when she went away. He stood up and took a long walk around the castle. Every time he spotted a member of the clan he froze. He was afraid that she had run off and told someone and that they wanted revenge. He was on his third lap when Owen stopped him.

"Your father wants a word with you."

"Thanks."

Alex continued walking and took the long way to his father's office. He was afraid that the parent circle had been used. That was what he and Fiona called it when one parent tells another parent something and that parent tells another. There were only six parents in the castle so news went around pretty quickly. He feared for the worst now and was expecting anything from boarding school to not being aloud near Fiona ever again. Alex walked into the office and sat down.

"Hey dad."

Aprilangel413: Alex and Fiona sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G. For those of you that thought that they belong together then you are not stupid. The next chapter takes place one day after Alex talks with Xanatos. And I'm warning you now, you'll never guess what the talk was about.