Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or locations from Gargoyles, those belong to their owners.

Author's note: This story takes place the summer following "The Journey", and though it ignores the comic's continuity, I'm using Fang's real name, revealed in Bad Guys #2.

Chance Meetings

Chapter 22

by Remtar85

"Oooh, damn," Fang said, covering his mouth with a hand to help stifle a burp. "I'm so stuffed."

Fang had been at the restaurant for a little over an hour. He had proceeded to eat four large servings of fish and chips, and had just finished his third large mug of beer. The fried food and beer sat heavily on his stomach and the mutate felt like he couldn't eat another bite or take another sip. Fang knew that the next morning, it would probably be best to have a light breakfast and perhaps double his usual exercise routine, but for now, he felt more than satisfied. It was not just the food being good, but also the company. Besides eating and drinking, Fang had talked a lot with the other customers at the restaurant and it was just fun to him, and the fact that the other customers liked having him around made it all the better.

People had come in for their own dinner and/or drinks, others had left, the restaurant being busy all around, and Fang being there elevated the mood, making the mutate feel like the life of the party. Now as he sat there resting, and as it was almost closing time, more people were finishing their meals and drinks and heading home. There were barely five people there, including himself but not the staff. Glenn, who had offered to pay for his meal, returned from a trip to the bathroom.

"Can't eat any more, big guy?" he asked Fang.

"Nope," Fang replied with a casual smile. "If I eat or drink even a bit more, I won't be able to fly back."

Both Glenn and George, who was nearby cleaning an empty table, got a good laugh out of that. "See now, that's how you compliment a place's food and drinks," the owner said.

"Some of the guys also chipped in to pay your bill, Fang," Glenn said, giving a friendly pat on one of the mutate's furry shoulders, then smirked. "Next time you might need to pay up yourself, though. We're not made of money, and you eat a lot."

"Ha! Yeah, don't worry about that, my meal's on me next time," Fang assured Glenn; he definitely wanted to return here and would be willing to pay up for it. He had the money to spare from his jobs for Demona, after all, and would be getting paid a lot more by Sevarius upon their return to New York.

"Then I hope I see you again before you return home," Glenn said with a genuine smile. "Thanks again for helping tonight."

"And thanks for the meal and the company. Take care, man," Fang bid farewell to the older man, who took his leave, a couple more customers following suit, leaving the place almost empty.

"Anyway, your grub's great, George, but I oughta take a bit of a walk and then head back to where I'm staying," Fang told the owner. "I'll get outta your hair, but I'll be back another night, see what else you got on the menu."

George, who was bald, laughed heartily. "Haha! Outta my hair, eh? Cheeky bastard. But actually, I'd rather you not leave yet, got some folks I'd like ya to meet."

"Oh?"

"I mean, from what you've been saying tonight, looks to me like you haven't met the locals," George said with a casual smile. "They come here a few nights a week to pick up some food. They should be here any minute now, and I think you should meet 'em."

"Huh. Well, if you say so?" a rather confused Fang said, then stood up. "I'll go to the bathroom first, then."

The cougar-man went into the bathroom to relieve his bladder from the beer he had drank, and he was glad he didn't get drunk, cutting himself off properly. As he stood there and did what he had to do, Fang wondered why George wanted him to meet some locals. He had already spent time with a bunch of locals in the restaurant that evening, so he pondered what made these others George wanted him to meet so special. Finishing with his use of the toilet, Fang was still thinking about it as he washed his hands, and only when he was drying them did he start putting two and two together.

"Wait. He said he wants me to meet the locals. And everybody's been all friendly, said they like gargoyles here. Nobody's been surprised to see me," Fang said to himself. Then his eyes opened wide as realization hit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, they got gargoyles here! How can I be so damn stupid to not notice sooner?! Fucking idiot!"

In the back of Fang's mind, he knew he was being paranoid; after all, no gargoyles in London knew him at all, but his previous experiences with the Manhattan Clan, as well as Demona and Thailog, made the mutate prefer to avoid gargoyles in general if he could help it, with his friend Malibu being the sole exception. Finishing with the drying of his hands, Fang hastily threw the paper towels to the wastebasket and opened the door, exiting the bathroom, only to come face to face with a tall, winged tiger-man.

"Claw!" he uttered in surprise, unable to stop himself from reacting like that, realizing a second later that this was not the tiger-man he knew, that he was now in the presence of one of the local gargoyles. This fellow was quite unlike the gargoyles Fang was used to in terms of appearance.

"Why, yes, I do have claws. As do you. I would think that obvious," the tiger-man said with a chuckle. Fang was surprised at how much this gargoyle looked like his fellow mutate. Taller than Fang, the gargoyle looked strong yet friendly just like Claw, but he lacked the mohawk-into-ponytail hair Claw had on his head, and the color of his eyes was different as well. The gargoyle was dressed in a red outfit, no loincloth, but wore trunks like the ones Fang sometimes wore.

"Ah, um..." a nervous Fang stammered. "Sorry, I... you just look like someone I know."

"I'll assume this someone has claws as well?" the tiger-like gargoyle said in a joking tone, a wry smile on his face.

The mutate had been so focused on the tiger gargoyle that he had not noticed that two other gargoyles were there as well, standing near him alongside George, who they had been talking with. These gargoyles also looked like animals, making Fang think they seemed more like mutates such as himself rather than gargoyles. One of them looked like a lion dressed in a blue and silver attire, his mane tied back in a ponytail, some greying on it showing he was older than he looked, and his wings had feathers rather than being leathery like every gargoyle and mutate Fang had ever seen. The other gargoyle was a portly female boar in a green dress-like garment, with her brown hair tied in pigtails, her wings being leathery like Fang was used to seeing.

Now that he had their attention, the other gargoyles neared Fang. "Oh, you weren't kidding, George," the female one said. "He does look like he could be from our clan."

"For a moment I did think he was one of you, till I learned he's from New York," George told the gargoyles. "Anyway, you lot get acquainted while I help the crew finish in the kitchen."

"New York?" the lion-like gargoyle spoke as George walked away. "Then you must know Goliath and his clan."

"Um... ah, yeah... I do," Fang said, trying to calm himself down, reminding himself that these gargoyles would have no reason to be hostile to him. At the mention of Goliath, Fang remembered the talks Angela had with Demona when the latter was imprisoned in the Labyrinth next to the mutate; about how they had gone to many places around the world and that other gargoyle clans still existed, but she never mentioned any specific places, likely because the others asked her to not tell Demona. Fang never imagined he'd end up in one of those places where there was a gargoyle clan.

Fortunately for Fang, the three gargoyles seemed to not find his nervous behavior odd. "It seems we've started you, friend," the tiger said with a smile, his deep and smooth voice sounding almost soothing. "It's very rare to find any lone gargoyle, and we've not had any visitors from other countries since Goliath and his companions."

"Though from the looks of it, you don't seem to be part of his clan," the lion said.

"Maybe he's adopted," the female boar said with a smile of her own.

"Well, yeah, I do know Goliath's clan. Brooklyn, Angela, everyone," Fang said, feeling more at ease now. "Just not a part of 'em, or any other clan. I'm more like the type to just do my own thing, you know?"

"Unusual indeed, but who are we to judge? Any friend of Goliath is welcome here," the tiger said, extending a hand in greeting. "My name is Desmond."

"Leo," the lion introduced himself, also offering a hand.

The boar followed suit as well. "And I'm Constance, but my friends call me Coco."

Keeping quiet about the fact that Fang was not and would likely never be friends with Goliath, as well as trying his best to come across as a nice guy, the cougar-man shook Desmond's hand first, then Leo's and Constance's. "Nice meeting you all. I'm Fang."

Constance couldn't help but chuckle. "First a Claw, now a Fang. Not the most original names, eh?"

"Considering my name is Leo, I don't think we're in any position to judge," the lion-like gargoyle added with a smirk, turning back to Fang after that. "It's nice to meet you as well."

"From your reaction to me, it seems someone from your former clan, this Claw, seems to be a lookalike of mine," Desmond said. "I'd definitely like to meet him someday. So then, what brings you all the way to London, Fang?"

"Oh, there's this human businessman I met back in New York. Saved him from some guys who tried to mug him, so he wanted to repay me by letting me travel with him," Fang lied without batting an eye.

"Well, that's a very kind gesture," a pleased Leo said. "It's nice to see not everyone in New York's close-minded about gargoyles."

Keeping quiet that he was generally not fond of gargoyles himself, Fang nodded in response. "Yeah, I hear that. So, did George call you guys and told you to come meet me?"

"He did, yes," Constance replied. "And we needed to pick up some food, anyway. For us patrolling and for the ones tending to the shop as well, so we decided to get it from here while meeting you in the process."

"Shop? Wait, you guys work at some store?" Fang asked.

Leo grinned. "Not just work at it, it's our own shop. It's been in the clan's ownership for generations."

Fang's eyes went wide in surprise. "Well, shit. I'm seriously jealous of you London gargoyles right now."

"That's quite flattering. Though it wasn't until most recently that humans began accepting us in general," Desmond explained. "Back in the day, customers just thought we were people in costumes tending to the shop."

"Oh. So wait, how come I've never heard of gargoyles in London before?" Fang asked. "I mean, you'd think it'd be pretty well known, especially with how friendly people are with you guys."

"That's because we're fine with being a locally kept secret. Many people in the city know about us, but nobody tells anything about us on the news, so we're more like an urban legend to the media, and the general populace keeps our secret," Constance answered. "Especially after seeing the reactions of people in Manhattan over the gargoyles there."

Fang nodded. "Okay, yeah, that's actually pretty understandable. But seriously, it's great that you guys get to walk out and about and go places and hang out with humans. I feel real welcome here, it's been the best night I've had since I found out I'm a dad."

Before any of the gargoyles could reply, George showed up carrying a few bags full of take-out containers. "Here you go, everyone. The works, just like you ordered."

"Thanks, George," Leo said with a smile, accepting some of the bags, Desmond taking others and Constance taking the last while also paying the owner.

"Pleasure doing business with you, as usual. You lot have a good night," George said. The gargoyles bid good night to him too, as did Fang, who said he'd be back another night to sample more food. As all four walked out of the restaurant, George locked the door behind them.

"Say, Fang. If you're not busy, how would you like to visit our shop?" Leo offered.

Fang, who had been ready to head back to the hotel, stopped in his tracks. "Oh? Oh, well... yeah, sure. Why not?" the mutate accepted readily. As he would still be there for several more days, Fang figured getting into the good graces of the local gargoyle clan would be in his best interests.

The gargoyles led the way to several buildings down the street, where an outdoor staircase led to a second floor, then a third. Fang didn't pay attention to what kind of building it was, he just followed them up, onto a walkway that led to a door, but the gargoyles instead took a quick running start, one by one leaping over the railing and spreading their wings. Fang followed suit, and the four now glided through the cool London night sky.

"So what kind of shop do you guys run?" a curious Fang asked.

"A magic shop," Leo replied.

"Really? Like magic tricks and stuff for shows, like Houdini?" Fang asked.

"Partly, yes," Desmond replied. "Plenty of our merchandise is like that, but we do also deal in real magic, unbelievable as it sounds."

"Actually, it sounds plenty believable. Trust me, I've seen some shit," Fang said with a chuckle. "So you guys really sell real magic stuff to humans?"

"We do, but we've got rather strict policies for it," Leo said.

"The shop sells amulets and potions, so we make sure to know and trust our customers well enough to sell them the more magical products," Constance added. "And if we don't know or trust a customer well enough, we sell them lesser magical things that can't do any damage, or put countermeasures in them so they can't use it in a bad way."

"Our best seller's a talisman that allows a person to get a full eight hours of peaceful sleep," Desmond told Fang with a pleased smile. "Very popular with businessmen and college students. We do personalize it so it only works for the owner, just to avoid any foul play. The talisman's magic lasts for about a month, so the customers keep coming back to buy more."

Fang grinned at this. "Okay, now I really need to check out what else you guys sell. I may just find some awesome stuff there to take back home."

"That's really nice that you find magic so appealing, Fang," Constance said. "After all, it can't have been easy changing into what you look like now."

Fang was immediately taken aback. "Uh... excuse me, what?"

"Coco! You mustn't be so blunt, especially with someone you just met," Desmond scolded the female gargoyle.

Constance, for her part, smiled rather sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm just curious, is all."

Fang, nervous once again, tried to play it off. "What are you talking about? I've always looked like this."

Leo sighed. "I apologize for Constance, she's always been one to speak her mind. We figured out back in the restaurant that you're not a gargoyle, and we have no problem with that. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

That the gargoyles somehow knew he wasn't one of their kind troubled Fang, but though still apprehensive, the fact that Leo said they had no problem with it was the one thing that kept him from flying away in the opposite direction. "How did you guys figure it out? Was it when I said I do my own thing instead of having a clan?"

"No, that wasn't it, mate," Constance said. "Like Desmond said, it's very unusual, but not exactly unheard of. It was actually a few other things."

"Like the fact that you shook our hands," Leo said. "Gargoyles greet one another by grasping one another's forearms, not hands."

"We also noticed you have five fingers on each hand instead of four," Desmond added. "And you mentioned being a dad. To us, gargoyle hatchlings belong to the whole clan, so you'll not hear gargoyles referring to one another as father, mother, son or daughter."

"Damn. Guess I'm really not that familiar with gargoyle customs," Fang said as he winced. He remembered Angela would refer to Demona as her mother, but he also remembered that Angela was raised by humans, making Fang now realize his mistake.

"There's also how you smell," Constance said, and she couldn't help but snicker at the offended look on Fang's face. "I don't mean that you stink, I mean that you don't smell like a gargoyle."

"I don't?" Fang asked. After having mutated, Fang's sense of smell became quite sharp, but he had no idea gargoyles also had an enhanced sense of smell, and he had never bothered to stop and try to discern the specific smells of gargoyles.

"Right, and we noticed it quite quickly too," Desmond told Fang. "You're quite a conundrum, since you have the smell of a few animals, but mainly the smell of human."

"That and also a faint hint of this odd ozone smell, like one of those electric toy train sets," Leo said while looking at the cougar-man with curiosity.

"Oh. It's 'cuz of this," Fang said, his hands becoming alight with electricity, surprising the gargoyles. "And that ain't magic, folks."

Desmond and Constance couldn't help but laugh in amusement, and Leo looked rather impressed. "Now that's something else," the latter said.

"Yup. Flying bug zapper, generator kitty, whatever other silly name," Fang said with a casual shrug, letting the electricity dissipate.

"So, will you tell us what kind of spell or curse turned you into an electric gargoyle lookalike?" Constance asked.

"Neither of those," Fang said casually. "It was an experiment by a mad scientist."

All three gargoyles were left in stunned silence at this, making Fang raise an eyebrow. "Okay, you guys turn to stone during the day and sell actual magic to people. How is a mad scientist any less believable than that?"

It was Desmond who broke their silence. "Heh. Apologies, Fang. It's just not what we expected to hear," he said with a sheepish smile. "It sounds very like the plot of an old science fiction movie."

"Don't I know it. I had a conversation pretty much like this one with my son's mom after she found out what I look like now, she just wouldn't believe me at first. Not like we're in a relationship or anything, but she's still my son's mom, so we do gotta interact and stuff, you know," Fang said with a smirk. "I'm not sure she'll ever get used to me looking like this."

"You sure don't seem to mind it, though," Constance pointed out.

Fang grinned now. "Oh, yeah I don't mind it at all. I love being like this. I'm big, strong, I can fly, got the electricity. Plus, my son loves it too, says he's got the coolest dad ever."

"That's very nice that you enjoy it, Fang," Desmond said. "But from what George said, you being the life of the restaurant back there, I'd say you rather miss being able to go out in public."

This caught Fang off-guard, and he was silent for a few seconds, then grumbled. "Okay, fine. I never realized how much I missed going out and about till I came here and got to do it again. You guys are lucky that the people here like you. It's real nice to be able to walk around and not have people freak out or try to kill you."

"Well, it's not like we have a one hundred percent approval rating, and we still have to be rather discreet at times. But I'm glad you get to enjoy it too," Leo said, then started to descend. "And on that note, we're here."

Leo's companions also swooped down after him, Fang following suit. Within seconds, they had landed smoothly down onto the sidewalk. Fang noticed that in this part of the city, which looked relatively normal, one specific building stood out. It was not as tall as the buildings on either side of it and looked old fashioned yet elegant, like it was built for a wealthy family centuries before, and it had a sign hanging by the front door that read Into The Mystic. Below it, Fang saw that it also read Open All Night, which made him chuckle.

"Not a subtle place, huh?" he pointed out.

"Hey, it's a magic shop, after all," Leo said. "Come on in then."

Fang followed the three gargoyles through the door. The inside was not brightly lit, which matched the old-fashioned exterior. The store had many books on shelves, tribal masks hanging on the walls, and plenty of decorations, weapons and trinkets, many of which Fang couldn't make heads or tails of. The mutate glimpsed a few customers, namely two goth girls perusing the bookshelves, and a well dressed middle-aged man paying for something at the counter, which Fang could not see due to it being packaged for his privacy. As the man took his leave, nodding curtly at the gargoyles upon their entry, Fang saw the employees at the counter, both of them female gargoyles.

"Ladies, we've brought you sustenance," Desmond announced with a smile, acting like a chivalrous knight and bowing to the two female gargoyles.

"Thank you, Desmond," said the taller of the two females tending to the store at the counter. To Fang's eyes, she looked like a unicorn wearing a pink dress. She had a very expressive horse-like face with long blond hair on her head and tail, feathered wings, as well as a horn, albeit covered with metal, so Fang couldn't tell if it was real or not.

"Oh, thank you, I'm so hungry," said the other gargoyle. A few inches shorter than the unicorn-like female, this one looked very similar to Desmond, being a tigress. She had an athletic feminine figure and was wearing a dark blue dress similar to the ones the unicorn gargoyle and Constance wore, and her wings, like Desmond's, were like the more typical gargoyle wings Fang was used to. She also had long, light brown hair and expressive green eyes, which fixated on Fang as he remained close to the door. "And who is this?"

"Hi there," Fang said, waving from where he stood.

"Una, Cecily," Leo said, gesturing to their guest. "Meet Fang."

"Well, don't just dawdle at the door," Desmond said with a friendly smile. "Come meet the ladies."

Fang did as told, approaching the counter. "Sorry, I'm a little self-conscious now that you guys brought up the way I smell," he said, unable to stop himself from smirking.

The two females looked confused, while Constance couldn't help but chuckle. "He's saying that because he's not a gargoyle."

"You're not?" Cecily asked in confusion, but after a few moments of Fang being close to them now, her ears perked in realization. "My goodness, you're really not! You smell different."

"Should I just take a shower?" Fang asked in good-natured snark.

"How very interesting," Una said, studying the cougar-man. "It seems you're a human, from what I can percieve. This would seem like the work of a transmogrification spell."

"A transmo-what?" a confused Fang asked.

"Transmogrification. Simply put, a shapeshifting spell," Desmond said, then turned to the females. "But it wasn't magic that turned Fang into this form, it was science."

"Really?" Cecily asked, looking fascinated. "Why have you not turned back to human, then?"

"Perhaps we should discuss this more while we eat?" Leo suggested. "The food'll get cold."

"Indeed," Una said, she and Cecily taking a bag each from the male gargoyles. "Please, Fang, come join us upstairs. We can talk more there."

"Okay," Fang said. He pondered where the stairs were, but the gargoyles pulled on the bookshelf behind the counter, revealing a doorway.

Fang then was about to ask who would tend to the shop, but at the back there was a human woman in her 30's, seated in a chair and reading a book. The gargoyles referred to her by name and it became clear to Fang that she was an employee there, taking a break. Fang was surprised to see that the gargoyles even had human employees for their store. The gargoyles then went up some stairs to a second floor which looked more like a normal residence, and for the second time that evening, Fang became the center of attention to a group of folks having a meal.

Seated at a large, round table, the gargoyles ate and talked with their guest. Much like he had done back at the restaurant, Fang was honest about some things and lied about others. The gargoyles went through their food fairly quickly and relaxed at the table while the conversation continued, with Fang getting to learn more about the London clan, such as how many gargoyles there were, how long they had had their magic shop, and their usual evenings between tending to the shop, patrolling and doing their own thing; on the other hand, the gargoyles learned Fang's real name, the process of his mutation and what he could do now, and his relationship with his son.

Eventually, the trio of Leo, Una and Constance excused themselves to go on patrol, leaving behind the two tiger-like gargoyles, Desmond and Cecily, to tend to the shop. The two, accompanied by Fang, went downstairs, letting their human employee know she could head home for the night. The store was now empty, save for the two gargoyles and the mutate, who was checking the place out more in depth.

"No customers," Fang noticed as he moved over to the counter, the two gargoyles standing behind it. "Doesn't it get real slow the later it gets?"

"Sometimes," Desmond replied. "But it's not like nobody comes. Often times we get more customers well past midnight, usually the ones wanting to be more discreet with their purchases."

"We always close one hour before dawn, so there's plenty of time for more customers to come," Cecily explained with a smile, and casually put one hand atop Fang's forearm as the mutate leaned on the counter. "I wonder if you'd be interested in anything we have."

"I might, but I'm gonna have to check the merchandise first," Fang replied with a casual smile.

"Oh, please feel free to check all you'd like," Cecily said with a friendly smile of her own.

"Sure thing. But first, can I use your bathroom? That big meal I had, ya know, just kinda getting to me," Fang said with a sheepish chuckle.

"Upstairs, first door to your right," Desmond said.

"Thanks, Des," Fang said, walking behind the counter and towards the stairs in the back, with Cecily's eyes following him every step of the way.

Once they heard the mutate going up the stairs, Desmond turned to his rookery sister. "Cecily, my dear, you're not being exactly subtle."

"Oh? What do you mean?" she asked.

"Come now, don't play coy," Desmond retorted, a smirk on his face. "You say you're not ready for a mate and yet here you are, flirting with a human in gargoyle form."

Cecily scoffed, trying to look offended, but failed, for she couldn't help but smile and chuckle three seconds later. "Fine, I admit it. I am trying to flirt with him."

"Then I guess it's a good thing he seems naive enough to not have noticed it yet," Desmond joked, earning him a playful punch in the arm from Cecily.

"Oh, hush, you," she scolded her rookery brother, though in a playful way. "I just find him intriguing. He's good-looking, funny, and proud to be what he is now, just as we are to be what we are. Can you blame me for flirting?"

"Ah, Cecily, you were always such an odd one, not wanting to follow the usual traditions. Though, I won't deny that Fang does have a gorgeous backside," Desmond told his sister with a cheeky grin, which made her laugh. "I'm just saying!"

"See? Even you're checking him out, and you have a mate. What would Atticus say if he saw you checking someone else's butt?"

"He'd probably check it out as well, and agree with me that it is lovely," Desmond answered with a knowing smirk. "And I just admired our guest's butt, that's all. You, on the other hand, are going the extra mile."

"Not just yet, but I certainly hope to get there," she said with her own playful smirk.

"All joking aside, are you certain you should try pursuing him, sister?" Desmond asked. "Despite how he looks, Fang is still a human."

"I know, Desmond," she sighed, though still smiling. "I'm not sure how to explain it, but the fact that he is a human that looks like a gargoyle and he still has chosen to remain like this instead of wanting to look like a normal human again, that's what intrigues me the most. He gave quite the good first impression. I want to try and see what could happen, if anything."

"I see. Still, he also won't be here in about a week's time," Desmond pointed out. "He has a commitment to that friend of his who brought him along, and most importantly, he has a son to go back to."

Cecily nodded. "Which means I've only a short time to try to get to know him better."

Desmond sighed and shook his head. "You do know that Una, Leo, and the others will not like the idea of you trying to have a tryst with him."

"They don't have to know," Cecily pointed out, all while looking at her rookery brother with pleading eyes.

Desmond couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. "Oh, stop it with that look. Fine, I'll tell nobody that you wish to pursue our guest. You go ahead and do what you feel is right for you, Cecily. But if you get caught, I shall deny everything."

Cecily smiled brightly, giving her rookery brother's hand a squeeze. "Thank you, Desmond."

Desmond just rolled his eyes, but still smiled warmly at the younger gargoyle. "I'm helping my rebellious rookery sister try to hook up with a mutated human. Whether this works or not, dear Cecily, you owe me. And if it does work... then I want to hear all about it."

Cecily laughed heartily at this. A couple of minutes afterwards, Fang rejoined the duo. The three continued talking for about ten more minutes, Cecily always staying close to Fang and being very friendly with him, but he still seemed to not notice her subtle flirtatious behavior. Eventually, as Fang was feeling rather sleepy, he bid them farewell for the night, promising to return to visit them and to better peruse the selection of magical products. Fang got some directions from the gargoyles to make extra sure to not get lost while flying around, then headed back to the hotel, unafraid to admit to himself that he was genuinely looking forward to seeing these gargoyles again.

To Be Continued...

Author's Extra Note: So here we are, the London clan. Out of all the other clans we saw or heard about, it was the London clan that fascinated me the most, what with their magic shop, their designs resembling animals and/or mystical creatures, and how it's stated by Greg Weisman that after he episodes "M.I.A", the people in London know about them but don't make their existence public out of respect and gratitude for all the good they do, so it's why I decided to use them here, including creating two of my own, to put Fang through a few more situations that I personally find entertaining, and I hope you do too. Next chapter we go back to Manhattan. Thanks for reading!