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My Big Fat Gargoyle Wedding	By : MelissaMaxwell Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 7467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles. Gargoyles belongs to Greg Weisman and Disney. I make no money from this story.

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"She's probably in the nursery, Miss Angela."
"Al, it's just Angela. No Miss."
"Ah, but you're a lady!" Al gave her an exaggerated bow that made Angela laugh.
"And you're quite the gentleman!" she replied. "Thanks, Al. I...um, need to be alone with Maggie."
"Dame talk. I getcha." Al smiled and nodded before he walked away.
"Angela! Angela!" A mutated turtle girl and a mutated wood louse boy came running up to her.
"Erin! Benny!" She gave them both hugs.
"I'm not Erin Shelby no more." said the turtle girl. "That's the name /she/ gave me." Her face twisted into the dark frown she always wore when speaking of her mother. "Remember when I asked you to get me a book on Renaissance painters last week?"
"Yes. Did you enjoy it?" Angela had thought a request for a book on Renaissance art was odd for an eleven year old girl, but one was never too young to enjoy pretty pictures.
"Uh-huh. I picked a new name for myself. From now on, call me Artemesia!"
"Well, if that's what you want." said Angela. "I'll call you Artemesia."
"Can I still be Benny?" asked Benny.
"You should call yourself something else." said Artemesia.
"But I'm Benny! My name is Benjamin Phillip Shelby. You even taught me how to write it."
"You're different now. You gotta take another name."
"Maggie didn't change her name." Angela pointed out. "If Benny wants to be called Benny, we should respect his wishes."
"Oh...alright." Artemesia sighed.
"So, Artemesia," Angela got in the practice of calling her that. "What made you choose that name?"
"I decided something." said Artemesia. "When I grow up, I wanna be a crime fightin' super heroine! Like you and Wonder Woman and those ladies from the X-Men."
"Erin's gonna be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!" said Benny.
"My name's Artemesia, Benny." she reminded him. "Anyway, I did kinda get the idea for my name from the cartoon. Splinter got the names for the Ninja Turtles from a book about Renaissance art so I decided to do that. Turns out not a lot of girls were painters back then. There was this one girl named Artemesia who did become a painter. She painted this one picture of a lady named Judith who cut off the head of some guy called Holofernes." Artemesia drew a finger across her throat and made a cutting sound effect. "Artemesia also had some trouble after this guy did some stuff to her. Like Hollywood tried with you and that creepy guy in the van and Mom's boyfriend tried with me. Angela? How come guys are always tryin' to do stuff to girls?"
"Oh, Artemesia, not all males are like that." said Angela. "It's one of those thing's you'll understand when you're older."
"I'm a guy." said Benny. "And I'd never hurt a girl. Not even when I get big."
"There you have it." said Angela.
"Anyway," said Artemesia. "When I grow up, I'm gonna fight bad guys like that! Hi ya!" She mimed a chop and kick she had seen on TV. "Um...soon as I learn how to fight."
Angela laughed. "Come on, Artemesia. I want to tell Maggie something, and I want you and Benny to know too."
Angela walked into the makeshift nursery, once a storage shed. Maggie was reading /Stellaluna/ to a baby in a crib. The baby was standing up, leaning on the bars, listening intently to her mother. The baby looked like a gold-brown lion cub with a tuft of curly black hair on her head and bat wings on her back. She wore a pink one piece that said "My (image of a heart) belongs to Grandma!"
"Hello, Maggie." said Angela. "Not interrupting anything, I hope."
"Angela, hello!" Maggie picked her baby. "Lili! Who's that? That's Angela. Can you say 'Angela'?"
"Angie!" said Lili.
"No, An-Ge-La." said Maggie.
"Angie!" insisted Lili.
"I have a new rule, Maggie." said Angela, taking the baby in her arms. "Humans under the age of 5 and gargoyles under the age of 10 can call me Angie. Japanese speakers who are still learning English can call me Tenshiko. Everyone else has to call me Angela."
"And everyone hasta call me Artemesia!" said Artemesia.
"She won't answer to anything else." sighed Maggie. "So, how's Chris?"

"He's doing great." said Angela. "Pavel and Jared are trying to adopt him. His parents aren't contesting it. And this fall, he starts classes at Harvey Milk High."
"Introducing them after Pavel and Jared came back from their honeymoon in Niagra Falls was probably the best thing you've done for him." said Maggie.
"Speaking of which," said Angela. "Broadway and I are getting married."
"You are!" Maggie embraced Angela. "Oh, Angela that's wonderful! I'm so happy for you!"
"You really gettin' married?" asked Benny. "With a white dress and flowers and everything?"
"I still have some things I saved from mine and Derrick's wedding." said Maggie. "If you need to borrow anything...."
Angela noticed Artemesia walking off dejectedly. "Excuse me, Maggie." she said, handing her back the baby. "I think I have to go talk to her."
Artemesia slumped against a wall with her head on her knees. Angela knelt by her. "What's wrong, Artemesia?" she asked.
"I'm never gettin' a wedding, am I?" she asked. "I'm never gettin' married, havin' kids or a job or a house or none of that normal stuff people do when they grow up."
"Hey, normalcy is over-rated." Angela said, trying to sound cheerful. "And you sounded pretty sure about growing up to be a super heroine. And Artemesia, you can still marry and have kids if you want. Maggie did and she's no different from you."
"Maggie's a cute cat girl with wings. I'm just an ugly ol' turtle."
"Artemesia, you're not ugly." Angela put an arm around her young friend. "I don't think anyone who wants to do good could be called ugly." Angela smiled. "Hey, wanna be my junior bridesmaid?"
Artemesia smiled a little. "Even when I was human I looked silly in dresses."
"Oh, you'll look fine!" Angela reassured her. "You'll be sharing the job with a girl gargoyle named Lunette. It's a double wedding, so we have two of everything."
"Who else is gettin' married?" asked Artemesia.
"Lexington and Staghart. You met them, right?"
"Uh-huh. Don't they have to go to Canada for that though?"
"They're getting married by gargoyle laws, not human laws."
"Oh. OK, It's kinda dumb telling people they can't marry who they want anyway."
"Very true, Artemesia." Angela patted Artemesia's shoulder and stood up. "Well, how would you like to meet Lunette and some other gargoyle children? Things are getting crowded at the castle with so many guests, so they were all taken to the playground in Central Park to play."
Artemesia stood up. "Kay. Can Benny come too?"
"Of course!" Angela took Artemesia's hand and returned to the nursery. "Maggie? Benny? Artemesia, and I are going to Central Park. Would you like to join us?"
"Well, Lili needs some fresh air." said Maggie. "Let me gather some diapers and I'll be right with you."
Angela overheard a young man's voice. "Whatever you kids heard about the Blue Lady before," he was saying. "Forget it! The Blue Lady of New York City plays a whole different set of rules. She don't protect kids. She's mean. Meaner than Bloody Mary and La Llorona put together!" Angela peeped around the corner and smiled. Jeremy had a rapt audience again.
Jeremy was a teenaged street kid; tall and thin with a backwards baseball cap. He was always able to gather a small group to listen to his wild stories. Today, his audience consisted of children between the ages of six and sixteen. "Here," he was telling them. "The Blue Lady has bright red hair, redder than the fires of Hell. It's red cuz she soaks it in the blood of children every night. She's got this cloak that moves even if there ain't no wind to blow it. She's got glowing red eyes like coals. If you ever see her, you better run, and hope she didn't see you! If she sees you, she'll fly after you and she'll catch you with these razor sharp claws!"
"Did you ever see the Blue Lady?" asked a little girl.
"He hasn't." sneered a doubtful teenager. "He's makin' shit up!"
"This ain't no shit, man!" said Jeremy, firmly pointing a finger in the other teenager's chest. "I met the Blue Lady. Bitch nearly killed me. See, I'd just jumped off the train and was lookin' for some place to crash for the night. I slipped down an alleyway, lookin' for some cardboard or newspaper to make my bed when I saw her. She was wearin' this big, bluish-black cloak thing, had blood red hair and her face was all blue. Like a Smurf."
A few kids giggled. "Hey, Jeremy!" said the doubtful teenager. "What color does a Smurf turn when you choke it?" Artemesia and Benny overheard the joke and laughed. Angela smiled and put a finger to her lips to indicate quiet. She continued to look and listen from the shadows as Jeremy told his story.
"Don't laugh, man! Don't laugh!" Jeremy said in all seriousness. "Cuz what happened wasn't funny. At. All. I walked up to her, and she kinda smiled at me. She had this real pretty face and she wore this gold kinda crown thing like girls wear to prom or something. See, I heard about Blue Lady in Miami, and I was wonderin' if this was her, or the Virgin Mary or what. I opened my mouth, but before I could ask her anything, her cloak split and flew all around. She bared these monster fangs at me and her eyes started glowing red, like two coals from Hell! I screamed and tried to run away, but she grabbed me. She was stronger than any woman should be and her claws were tearing into me as I tried to get away from her. Next thing I knew, we were up in the air and flying over the city."
"Aw, yer full of it." said the detractor.
"I ain't!" said Jeremy. "Ill never forget it. My heart was about to fly outta my chest and land somewhere on East 42nd! Blue Lady's claws were tearing into my skin like meat hooks, but I knew if she dropped me, I'd be a goner. I screamed, but, we were so high up, I don't think anyone heard me. Least, no one on the ground did."
"How'd you get away?" asked a little boy.
"I'm gettin' there, I'm gettin' there." said Jeremy. "You think being snatched up by a monster is bad? You think flying hundreds of feet over the city with meat hooks in your skin is scary? That was nothin'. We landed on this building where it looked like she had this weird altar thing set up. She laid me down on the altar and started saying stuff in some weird language and suddenly, I couldn't move! I couldn't even scream! I was screaming and thrashing inside my mind, but my body just wouldn't do anything. Then, Blue Lady put this silver bowl under me and drew out this knife and started talking in that weird language again. She raised up the knife and was gonna drive it right into my heart, when, suddenly, this woman's voice screamed 'No, stop it!' And then, all went black. When I came to, here I was!" He spread his arms to indicate the Labyrinth.
"Right." The doubtful boy rolled his eyes. "I am so sure."
"It's true! Swear to God, man!" Jeremy said, raising his right hand. "And if you don't believe me, you will when the Blue Lady swoops down on you and says...."

"GIVE ME YOUR CHOCOLATE!" Angela screamed as she pounced on Jeremy. The listeners, including the doubtful boy, shrieked and ran away.
"It's just Angela!" Artemesia called after them.
"Just?" Angela sniffed, as if insulted. She turned her attention back to the boy she was holding aloft. "Apologize for exaggerating that story and using naughty words around children." said Angela, holding the boy tightly. "And I may let you go."
"Why?" Jeremy said with a smile. "My back is touching your boobs!"
"Pervert!" Angela tossed the boy aside.
"Aw, I didn't exaggerate the story much." said Jeremy. "OK, so I made up the part about the altar. And..." Jeremy scuffled his worn out sneakers on the concrete. "I figured you didn't want anyone to know Blue Lady is your mom. Not that you should feel bad, Angela. Half the kids down here have moms who are druggies or hookers. Hell, my Old Lady's doin' time for what she did to my Old Man."
Angela gave a sardonic chuckle. "No one has a mother who tried to destroy humanity. Or chained them to a wall and would've killed all her friends in front of them if Mom's boyfriend hadn't revealed he had a mistress."
Jeremy shook his head. "It's so embarrassing when parents do that!" They both laughed. "So, how's Chris doin'?"
"Pavel and Jared are going to adopt him." she said. "And he starts school in the fall."
"Poor him!" Jeremy said with a smile. "You know, we're planning on starting a comic book together. He's gonna do the drawing and I'm gonna do the writing."
"I saw his sketches." said Angela. "Something about the main character looks...a bit familiar."
"We're gonna call it /Risen Demon/. See, there's this she-demon named Tamiela who tortured people in Hell, till she found out this one guy sent there was gay and she didn't think it was right to punish him. So, Satan cast her out of Hell but she took the gay dude with her and now they fight crime and stuff. Might be too intense for DC. Maybe we'll get Dark Horse to publish it."
"Angela!" Maggie called as she approached with Lili and a diaper bag. "I'm ready."
"Hey, Jeremy," said Angela. "We're going to Central Park. Would you like to join us?"
"Nah." said Jeremy. "I gotta go find my audience and let them know I'm still alive. Catch ya later!" He winked and walked away.

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"Xanatos residence." Owen said when he answered the phone. "Owen Burnett speaking."
"Yeah, Owen?" said the voice on the phone. "Name's Maxwell. Your boss tell you about me?"
"Mr. Xanatos has filled me in on your situation, Mr. Maxwell.
"Yeah, well, listen, some gargoyles were spotted using this derelict subway entrance on the corner of 5th and 9th. You better...."
"Hurry up, Max!" someone was heard shouting.
"In a moment! I'm takin' a piss!" Maxwell shouted back. "Yeah, you better hurry. There's six of us with hammers, counting me. I won't do anything but...."
"You're holdin' us up, Max!" The second voice interrupted.
"Keep your hair on, Brian!" Maxwell snapped back. "I better go." The line went dead. Owen hung up the phone and went to the library to inform Goliath of recent developments."

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Maxwell pocketed his cellphone and hurried back to the group from the alley corner he had been hiding behind. "Come on!" growled Brian. "Mr. C says he's pretty sure he saw the purple bitch go down there tonight! I got a score to settle with her!"
"I still don't think Brian needs to be here." said Sarah. "He's far too young."
"He's old enough to know he's doing the right thing, Sarah." said Beatrice. "Now, put that hood on!"
"Yeah, Mrs. Greene!" said Brian, pulling on his hood. "I'm gonna be 17 in two weeks, so I know what I'm doing."
"I hate these hoods!" said Sarah. "They don't fit over my glasses right and there's almost no peripheral vision." They also reminded her a bit too much of the Klan, but she wouldn't say so.
"You're going to wear that hood." said Beatrice. "And you're going to wield that hammer tonight if it kills you!"
Sarah sighed and pulled on the hood. "Reverend, are you sure you should be with us tonight? Your wrists are still in bad shape."
"The Good Lord has seen proper to put this weapon in my ailing but willing hands." Rev. Walters produced a sleek laser gun. "It's triggered by the lightest pressure of a finger, allowing me to release a deadly beam of righteousness while sparing the injuries inflicted on me by the paramour of that...that...succubus!"
"All of you be quiet!" snapped Castaway. "And use your code names. Remember, I am Leader, this is Lady." He put an arm around Beatrice. "Sister." He pointed at Sarah. "Silver." He pointed at Maxwell. "Saintly." He pointed at Rev. Walters. "And...." He trailed off in a grumbling sigh when he pointed at Brian.
"Just call me Superfly!" said Brian.
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