Disclaimer: I don't own Gargoyles...(Unless Greg is willing to sell?)
Author's note: As I was writing, I realized that all of my favorite Gargoyles characters are humans...
Is that weird? Anyways, ENJOY!
Puck laughed with a clear, sweet tone. He was playing his flute in a spritely tune and Alexander was dancing along happily.
"And this, kid, is how you really play the flute!" Puck laughed. He floated the flute in the air and twirled his hands in time with the beat. This created the effect of beautiful music filling the room. "Now you try kiddo!" Alexander wiggled his fingers in the air and made a choppy "toot, toot" sort of sound.
"Ha, ha! Mine musics is better!" shouted three year old Alex.
"You still need just a little more practice!" answered Puck, with a smile. He stalled as long as he could and dragged out the time as long as possible. He knew that when the music stopped, the lesson would end, and Owen Burnett would return. Finally Alex just got too cranky, and Puck put him down for his nap. The small faerie then spun in place, and very quickly reverted back to the icy executive, Owen.
Owen sat in his spacial office, feeling very pleased that it wasn't a tiny cubicle. He sat at the computer. He stared at the computer. He nearly cussed the computer out when it froze for the third time that day. The blond man ran his hand through his hair. "Oh Oberon, I'm slipping..." He took great pleasure in using the king's name in vain. Owen took a tablet of anti-depressent out of its bottle and swallowed it with a huge gulp of black coffee.
"I saw that," said a voice from behind him. Owen swivled around to see his employer David Xanatos standing in the doorway. "I never figured you to be the pill-popping type Owen".
"Doctor's orders. I'm taking them to help me transition." Xanatos knew very well what Owen was "transitioning" from.
"What doctor did you tell your secret to?"
"Hudson refered me to someone. Don't worry I didn't actually tell her."
"Good."
"Sir, I'm very concerned about something." Owen said tenatively.
"Ask away," answered Xanatos.
"Sir, I'm confused and turned around, and somedays Owen wants to skip through the hallways, and Puck has an urge to do paperwork, and do you know how much coffee I drink? It's the only thing that keeps me awake anymore... And what happens when Alexander grows up and the music stops he won't need a protector or a teacher, and without any outlet, what if Puck bleeds more into my life then before, or what if I just go crazy?"
"Owen, you're having a meltdown. Calm down. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?" Xanatos said in a level tone.
"What if I'm just human?" the brunett's mind reeled at this statement.
"Owen. I hired you because you're human. No one can expect you to do more than what is already on your shoulders. Personally, I like Owen better. That's why I asked you to stay." Owen stared in shock as the greek-american sauntered away.
"Sir," Burnett called to his employer's back, "Thank you, for restoring my sanity." I think I'll take that day-off after all...