Chapter 2 A/N This chapter, and maybe some others, are somewhat similar to the episodes they're based off of, don't flame me for that, I've got a lot of stuff going through my head, including big plans for this fic. Don't worry, I'm not copying the episodes, I assure you. I'm sorry if that's what it looks like, just give me time, I'm just getting back in the swing of things. Thanks for understanding, on with the story!
The day came and went, leaving Quinn wishing it had never happened in the first place. To start off her oh so wonderful day, she found out that the last math test she took got her grade to drop from a B to a C, in other words, she flunked that. Scored herself a week's detention in second period class for flinging a pencil at Amber after she purposely tripped Quinn on her way to her seat. And after third period class, at lunch time, got food flung at her by Amber's boyfriend and a few of his friends, probably to get her back for rigging Amber's locker to spew black ink at her face whenever she opened the door; she managed to do that without getting caught, but Amber somehow knew it was her. And to top it off, all throughout the day, she kept getting shoved into her own locker by passersby, just because she was small enough to fit inside the narrow space.
Quinn sighed as she hurried up the firescape on the side of the building she was supposed to meet Goliath at, that day ended up to be something that she hoped wouldn't be a recurring thing in the rest of her High School career. She finally made it to the roof and grabbed a hold of the edge to hoist herself up the rest of the way. She was dressed in a black, sleeveless/strapless top, a grey half jacket with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a pair of dark slim jeans, and her black leather boots. That same gold chain and silver ring around her neck, and her hair was pulled back in a messy bun at the nape of her neck.
When she was standing up straight again, she looked around, "Hello? Goliath? Are you there?" she called out, walking towards the shack like thing on the top of the roof. When she was close enough, Goliath suddenly walked out from behind the smaller building, "There you are! What were you doing back there?" she asked the lavender Gargoyle as she came closer to him. He crossed his arms over his chest, holding his wings outstretched behind him, "I wanted to make sure you were not followed." his deep voice rumbled in his chest as he spoke to her.
Quinn raised an eyebrow, "You don't need to worry about that, Goliath. I'm absolutely positive you could handle the crew on the S. ."(A/N No, not the Star Trek ship, if you haven't heard of the Air Craft carrier that earned 20 battle stars, that's the most for any U.S. warship of WWII, you need to look it up!) she said with a giggle. He raised an eyeridge in response, "'S. '?" he asked the girl, who shook her head, "Nevermind, I'm sure you'll hear about it sooner or later." she said, spinning her head behind her when she heard something banging against something else, only to see the eldest Gargoyle jump off the roof of the smaller building, old fashioned body armor and all, "Mentor, what are you doing up here?" Goliath asked the old Gargoyle.
He stood up straighter than he was and eyed Quinn with his good eye, "Just makin' sure you wouldn't be ambushed, lad." the beige Gargoyle responded to Goliath's question, Quinn rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, "You both are way too paranoid, even for New York of all places." she said, turning around to look out at the city before them. She threw her head over one shoulder to look at the older Gargoyle out of the corner of her eye, "And what am I to call you?" she asked him(A/N I know! I know! I do not own most of the lines here, but I thought this wouldn't be a good story that was following the episodes if it didn't have some of the quotes from it. Sorry). He sighed in slight agitation at her, "You humans don't believe in anything until after you've named it, given it limits." he started, Quinn shook her head, "It's not like that, sir! I promise you, the only reason we name things is because it would be hard to call out to our friends and 'Hey there, friend!' only to get everybody in the whole building to turn and look at you with a 'I don't know you' look, well, everyone besides your friend who recognized your voice." she explained, waving her hands around to emphasize her point.
The Gargoyles looked taken aback at her explanation, and Goliath turned to his mentor, "She makes a fine point, my friend." he said, thinking back to the multiple times a thousand years ago when the very same thing happened to him. The older Gargoyle sighed, looking around at his surroundings, he saw the starry sky above him, looking out across the wide expanse of lights from the nightlife of New York, he saw a river, "Does the river have a name?" he asked the girl, who smiled cheekily at him, "The river's called The Hudson." she said in response, to which the older Gargoyle looked back at Goliath with a 'You've gotta be kidding me' look clear on his face. Goliath shrugged as he smirked at the older one, who turned back to Quinn with a sigh, "Fine, lass; then I shall be the Hudson as well." he said with a defeated sigh. Quinn nodded in approval, "Hudson it is, then." she turned back to Goliath, "Now, how are we gonna go about this tour thing?" she asked mainly herself, but Goliath answered, "We stick to the rooftops." he said simply as if he hadn't taken notice to her lack of the ability to fly. She sighed, "Yeah, that's fine for you, but what about me? I can't exactly fly, y'know." she indicated to her back for further emphasis.
Goliath walked over to her, bent down; her head came up to his elbow, making her as tall as the smallest Gargoyle, maybe a few inches shorter; he put one of his arms behind her, tripping her to make her fall back and land on the same arm. He used that one to cradle her to his chest, as if she were a small child, placing his other arm beneath her, he smirked at her startled expression, "I will simply have to carry you." he stated, she shrugged to the best of her ability, "Fine by me." she said, turning to look back at Hudson, "Are you gonna come along on this tour?" she asked him. Hudson shook his head at her, "No, lass. I think I'll skip this trip, after all, there's no one guarding the castle. I think I'll stay there and have a look around." he said before spreading out his wings, and jumping off the edge of the roof, gliding himself in the direction of the castle on top of the Eyrie Building.
Goliath walked forward, getting to the edge of the roof like Hudson did, and stopping there, allowing Quinn to look out at the scenery of New York, or more specifically, the height they were at, which made her burrow as deep as she could. She turned her head upwards to look at him, her blue eyes wide, "D-do we really have to fly?" she stuttered as Goliath looked up at the sky, before taking into account what exactly Quinn said, "No, we don't fly." he jumped off the edge as he finished, "We glide." he spread his wings as a burst of wind came out at them, catching his wings before he could drop any farther than intended.
Quinn placed both her hands on the Gargoyle's chest, grinding her teeth together to try and get rid of the fear of how high they were, she clenched her eyes shut, "I can't believe I'm doing this.." she whispered to herself, making it barely audible. Goliath smiled a little, "I'm sorry to say you must keep your eyes open if you are to guide me around this strange place. You will just have to get used to being in the air, Quinn." his voice rumbled in his chest, allowing the blue eyed girl to remember that she wasn't alone in the sky. Quinn opened her eyes and dared herself to look down, when she did, she realized it was actually rather beautiful from the height they were at. She had a perfect view of most of Manhattan, all the lights from the buildings, combined with the moving vehicles at the streets, it just about took her breath away.
Goliath clearing his throat to get her attention is what got her sigh away from the view, "Have you ever been in the air this high before?" he asked her, she looked sheepish as she took one last glance at New York, "The highest point I've ever been is when I've been in an airplane, even then, the view wasn't as nice." she explained. He nodded in understanding, well, slightly. He had no idea what an airplane even was, let alone what she was talking about. He made a mental note to ask her about it later, right now, he had a lot of catching up to do.
I know, it wasn't a big chapter, and there wasn't really a lot of Brooklyn or the others in this one, but don't worry, it'll get there! You just have to give it a chance to get started.
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-Zabby