Encounters

Harbinger part 1

Disclaimer: The story is mine; my original characters are mine. Disney owns Gargoyles. And Owen. Hmph.

Summary: So much for peace and quiet…

Note: Yes, I know it's taking me forever to upload stuff, but life simply will not leave me alone. *sigh* hope you like it

Feedback: Constructive, positive feedback is always welcome.

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Fox looked up as Kristi entered the dining room and frowned in concern. The young hybrid looked tired, like she hadn't slept a wink the night before. The poor girl.

"Morning," she said, making the girl jump. Kristi gave her a truly startled look.

"I honestly didn't see you there, I'm sorry. Morning."

Her voice sounded dull, and the redhead's frown deepened. This situation was taking a toll on the girl, she could see that, even if she did do an impressive job of not letting the others see.

"Pancakes?"

Kristi raised emerald eyes to hers, but it was as if they were seeing right through her. The young hybrid smiled slightly.

"Yes, thanks."

Slightly unnerved, Fox smiled back, and moved to stack the pancakes. She didn't know the girl well, but from what she'd observed of her so far, this was atypical behavior.

Sudden worry began to gnaw at her. Perhaps the girl was feeling something off, something that disturbed her. Even though the redhead knew that the wards would sound, maybe Kristi had an ability to pick up on subtle things.

She herself had no such sense, at least, not anymore. When she had been little, she used to get strange feelings sometimes, but since she'd grown up, she'd lost that ability to detect magic.

Puck had once told her that it was something that came naturally to the fey, but hers had probably needed to be honed through use.

"Mrs. Xanatos; Ms. Johnson."

Fox jumped at the sound of the majordomo's droning voice and looked up at him crossly, a retort ready on the tip of her tongue, until she saw his eyes.

His eyes looked just as dull and tired as Kristi's, and he didn't appear to really be conscious of his surroundings.

Fox unconsciously took a step back from the table, glancing warily from Owen to Kristi and back again.

She suddenly felt very glad that Alex wasn't in the room.

"Mr. Burnett." Kristi's voice was pitched low, so low that Fox couldn't hear her, she only saw her lips move.

Owen nodded, and then he glanced down at the young hybrid. Their eyes met and Fox held her breath, seeing what seemed to be a silent exchange between the two.

Something felt off to her now, she could feel it, but it wasn't because of her long dead ability to detect magic. It was the odd behavior of the two people in front of her.

Suddenly, they both broke eye contact and looked directly at her. While she was glad that now they both seemed aware of where they were, she didn't like the look on their faces.

Well, she didn't like the look on Kristi's face, as Owen seemed to have one perpetual expression most times.

"Well?" she heard herself demand, looking at him and crossing her arms.

"Something's about to happen," Kristi answered instead.

Fox raised an eyebrow, though she felt her insides clamping up.

"Something?" she repeated vaguely.

Kristi shook her head apologetically.

"There's something wrong in the air. It feels like there's someone watching us, although that's impossible, because the wards would sound. I felt it last night, and I've been feeling it since I woke up."

"I just checked on Alexander." Said Owen, forestalling Fox's comment. There's no tangible threat to him as yet, if there was, I would know."

Kristi seemed about to ask him a question, then stopped herself, focusing on the redhead.

"I wouldn't be surprised if we receive a visit some time within the next 24 hours."

Fox blew out a breath.

"Well now would be a very bad time. We've got the Iron Clan ready, but it would help if Goliath and the others were awake."

Kristi nodded, a grim cast to her pretty features.

"Yes, it would."

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The place was like a fortress. Kristi smiled grimly at the thought as Mr. Burnett led her into one of the many security rooms they'd seen so far.

This one showed the gargoyles encased in stone, completely oblivious to the heavy snow that had started to fall over the last 3 hours.

She hadn't had anything much to do, so she was following Mr. Burnett on his rounds, although they didn't really speak to each other; her mind was preoccupied on the coming altercation and his thoughts were elsewhere.

She turned to her left, where he'd been inspecting something, before she realized that he'd moved and was opening some sort of closet in the wall.

Walking behind him curiously, she surveyed the impressive set of firearms on display.

"You think any of these will help?" the doubt was obvious in her voice.

Owen sighed. "On their own, probably not."

Kristi tilted her head. "But..."

The blond man indicated the cartridges on the right side of the closet, and Kristi scrutinized them carefully before turning to the majordomo in surprise.

"Iron bullets?"

"Immensely useful."

"I can imagine."

Kristi sighed, her ponytail swaying behind her.

"I hate this feeling. What do I do?"

He blinked at her.

"You wait."

She frowned, fingering her earrings.

"I know."

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I know this is shorter than what a lot of people would like, but I'm gonna stop this chapter here; every time I attempt to add more to it, someone interrupts me lol

Maybe publishing it will stop that and I can focus on a new chapter lol

Once again, sorry for taking so long, and no, I have not abandoned this story.

Reviews welcome:)