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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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I'm Back! I moved to a new place and that meant having to move my computer and re-installing the Internet. Well, since you waited so long, you get 2 chapters today! Be patient, Demona fans, she'll pop up eventually. She's biding her time for now. Yeah, this is a lot of gargoyles to keep up with! I know! I have trouble juggling them all sometimes. (Looks up) Oh, hello! That looks interesting....

"What happened to your shoulder?" Broadway asked as they glided home.
"Oh, one of them had a laser gun." said Angela, trying to keep her tone neutral, knowing how much Broadway hated guns.
"Which one?" Broadway asked, his eyes blazing white.
Angela sighed. She wouldn't lie to him. "Remember the one we met in Ishimura who liked to quote the Bible? I recognized his voice and he still had his wrists bandaged up."
"OK, he's on my list." said Broadway. "So's the one who took your top off."
"Actually," said Angela. "He only had me by the top. Guess his grip was so weak he couldn't get a good hold on me. So, I took it off to get away from him."
"Alright then." sighed Broadway. "I ever see this guy again, instead of just breaking his arms, I'll break his arms /off/."
"That'd be something I'd like to see." said Pollux.
"Pollux, you're not getting a free show." said Broadway. "So get lost."
"Oh, I'm just helping the young miss home." Pollux winked at Angela as he glided beside her.
"Oi, Pollux!" Castor joined the formation. "Why's this bird wearin' your clothes?"
"Great." Broadway sighed as he rolled his eyes. "It's Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum!"
"Dum and Dummer, you mean." said Angela.
"Ew, Angela!" said Castor. "What's that on your arm? It looks like pizza."
"Thanks for turnin' me off pizza for awhile, mate!" snapped Pollux.
"I don't like the look of it either." said Broadway. "If you were human, you'd probably need a skin graft!"
"Well, it's a good thing I'm not human then." she said. "I'll just bandage it up and wait for sunrise."
"Does it hurt?" asked Pollux.
Angela rolled her eyes. "Only when stupid people ask questions. Ouch."
"I like her!" Pollux told Castor with a grin.
"Too bad." said Broadway, taking Angela's good arm and picking up speed. "I got her first."
Ariel was the first to meet them on the balcony terrace. "Angela, the greatest thing just happened!" She was bouncing so much with excitement, Cordelia could barely keep her perch on Ariel's shoulder. "Boudicca just had her egg! I tried to tell Goliath, but he seemed in a bit of a hurry. Uh...what happened to your arm? And why are you dressed like that?"
"Long story." said Angela. "Any sonare fruits left?"
"Oh, I'm sorry." said Ariel. "We only brought enough to snack on. We didn't think we'd need them. You know how quickly they turn."
"I'll just use antibac and Tylenol then."
"What's that?" asked Ariel.
"It's what the human's use when they're hurt." said Angela. "Works on gargoyles just as well."
"Oh, one more thing!" said Ariel. "Some more guests showed up. Said they were from someplace called Japan. Their names are Yama, Sora, Yuri, Shinju, Riko and Bang, or Dang, something like that."
"Fang." Angela sighed. "And he'd better behave himself.
"So, what's your name, sweetie?" asked Castor, who had been leering at Ariel.
"It's Ariel." she said.
"Oh, so you're just here for the 'reception', get it?" laughed Castor.
Ariel looked confused. "No, I'll be at the ceremony too."
"Ariel, huh?" said Pollux. "Like the mermaid?"
"The only mermaid I know personally is named Pelagia." said Ariel. "If you'll excuse me, Owen said he bought something called feeder mice for Cordelia. The hunting around here is terrible, but she has to eat something." She walked off with her owl as Broadway and Angela walked to the nearest bathroom.
"What's a sonare fruit?" Broadway asked her.
"It's a fruit that grows on Avalon." said Angela. "Eating it or drinking its juice can heal someone fast, but it grows on the far side of the island and spoils quickly. Jadé dug up a sapling to take with him to the rainforest. Not sure how well it did. Saved Ariel's life a couple of times. The only animal she can't handle is bees. Their stings make her throat swell up until she can't breathe."
Broadway had just opened the door to the bathroom when Castor and Pollux caught up with them. "Oi, Angela!" said Castor. "When am I gettin' my stink bombs back?"
"I-I'm afraid I had to use them." Angela said apologetically. "I was being chased by Quarrymen. I used your stinkbombs to distract them so I could get away. I'm sorry."
"Well, if it was a matter of life or death," said Castor. "Then I don't begrudge you usin' 'em." He smiled. "Of course, that means in a way, I saved your life! Maybe you should reward me. Just something small, like, say, a kiss?"
"And I let you use my waistcoat." said Pollux. "So you need to reward me to!"
Broadway growled, but Angela saw something on the bathroom counter that made her smile. "Alright, boys, you'll get your reward." she said. "Close your eyes." The Twins closed their eyes and puckered up. Angela took two Hershey's kisses out of the candy dish, unwrapped them, and stuck them in the Twins' mouths. "There! You got kisses. Now go away." They tried to frown, only to find it was impossible to do so with a mouthful of chocolate.
"Why is there a candy dish in the bathroom?" asked Broadway, taking supplies out of the medicine cabinet.
"Fox is trying to potty train Alex." Angela answered. "Every time he uses the potty like a big boy, he gets a piece of candy."
Broadway laughed as he squirted antibacterial creme on Angela's wound. "How fitting." He gently rubbed the wound while Angela winced.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." she assured him. "I'll just have to wear my bikini top until I can get a new top."
"Oh, what's the hurry?" asked Broadway, caressing the swell of one breast.
"Tempting as it is, sweetie," said Angela. "I need a Tylenol and an ice pack more than anything right now."
"Heh, sorry." Broadway smiled sheepishly and started winding bandages around her wound. He nearly dropped them when a screeching noise filled the air. "The hell was that?" he asked.
"Sounds like Yuri brought something of hers with her." said Angela.
"One of her cats?" Broadway guessed. "Sounded like it was careless enough to get caught in a blender."
Angela laughed. "Go say hello to them. I'll take a Tylenol and get dressed."

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Israfel let loose a few more chords. "This is incredible!" he said. "The sound, it's so...so different from anything I've heard. And it's, well, loud!"
"I can make it even louder." said Yuri, turning up the volume. Israfel nearly dropped the guitar when he realized just how loud the keys could go.
"Amazing!" he said approvingly. "And what's this called again?" He pointed out a projection on the instrument. "A jammy bar?"
"A whammy bar." Yuri corrected. "Give it a try." Israfel smiled at the wailing sound the guitar could now make.
"It's just loud." Sandalphonia said dismisively. "Nothing special."
"Yuri," said Israfel. "This is Sandalphonia. I've been courting her." He put an arm around her, Still, Sandalphonia stood stiffly with her arms folded. "She's quite a musician as well. You should hear her play the flute sometime."
"Really?" said Yuri. "My mate plays flute too. Would you like to meet her?"
"Her?" Sandalphonia's body posture relaxed.
"Shinju-Chan!" Yuri called.
"Hai!" called a bluish-grey female gargoyle with twisted horns as she entered the room.
"Shinju, let's practice our English." said Yuri. "Shinju, this is Israfel and his girlfriend, Sandalphonia. Israfel, Sandalphonia, this is my mate, Shinju."
Shinju folded her hands in front of her and started to bow, then remembered western gargoyles didn't do that. "Herro." She shook hands with Israfel. "Nize-to-meet-yoo, Eez-ra-fel-San." She shook hands with Sandalphonia. "Nize-to-meet-yoo, San...Sandra...?" Shinju was flustered at being unable to pronounce the new female's name.
"She can call me Sandy if she likes." said Sandalphonia. "Lots of people do."
"Ah, like some call Angela Tenshiko-Chan." said Yuri.
"Never heard her called that." said Israfel. "She doesn't even like being called Angie."
"Tell me about it." said Broadway on entering the room. "She won't even let me call her Angie."
"You called it, Sandy." said Israfel.
"Called what?"
"Remember that time you drank that punch Uriel spiked with fey wine?" asked Israfel. "You predicted Angela would marry the first male to call her Angie."
Sandy shook her head. "I don't recall that night. I-I didn't do anything embarrassing did I?" She remembered what happened to Veronica.
The Twins entered. "Who's been doin' that Jimi Hendrix impression?" asked Castor.
"Yuri's been teaching me how to play a...." Israfel looked at Yuri. "How do you call it?" He pointed at the instument. "Eclectic gitter?"
"Erectric guitar." supplied Shinju.
"She said 'Erect'." chuckled Pollux.
"Shinju is still learning your language." Yuri said cooly.
"Steady on." said Pollux. "I'm not takin' the piss out of her accent. It's cute."
"Yuri, is it?" asked Castor. "You got a boyfriend?"
"No." she said with a smile. "But I have a girlfriend." She put an arm around Shinju.
"Sweet!" said Pollux. "Can we watch you kiss?"
Yuri smirked. "Only if we can watch the two of you kiss."
The Twins looked at each other with disgust. "We gotta go now." they said simutaniously.

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"It's OK, Benny." Artemesia was saying to her still rolled up brother. "The bad people are gone. We're in the park. There's no one here but gargoyles. Nice ones. Some of 'em are even kids like us." Benny refused to budge. Artemesia glanced up as a shadow moved over her. Two winged monkeys were coming in for a landing.
"Hello, hello, what's this?" asked the one wearing a pin decked vest. "It's a Pre-teenage Mutant Hero Turtle.!"
"Hero Turtle?" Artemesia had never heard that phrase.
"Oh, the Yanks call 'em Ninja Turtles." said the one not wearing a vest over his Iron Maiden concert tee. He shrugged. "On British telly they can show a bare bum but they can't say a harmless word like 'ninja'. Go figure."
"Are you twins?" asked Artemesia.
"Nah." said the one in the vest. "You just been drinkin' too much and seein' double." He laughed. "Ah, I'm just takin' the pi-uh-mickey. I'm Castor. This is my brother, Pollux."
"I'm Artemesia." said the turtle girl. "This is my brother, Benny."
"Your brother's a big ball?" asked Pollux.
"Actually, he's a pill bug." said Artemesia. "He curls up when he's scared and I can get him un-scared."
"Hmmm...." Castor approached the curled up bug-boy. "Knock knock!" He rapped on the citonous shell.
"Who-who's there?" asked a tiny boy's voice.
"Arthur."
"Arthur who?"
"Arthur any biscuits left?"
"Yanks call 'em cookies." Pollux reminded him. "Let me try!" Pollux knocked on the shell. "Knock knock!"
"Who's there?" the boy's voice sounded more confident.
"Pollux!"
"Pollux who?"
"Pollux your trousers! Everyone can see your bare bum!" The ball quivered with a giggle.
"Knock knock!" Castor rapped on the shell.
"Who's there?"
"Castor!"
"Castor who?"
"Castor-nets are good for dancing with!" Castor improvised a flamenco dance. Artemesia laughed. So did Benny as he uncurled to see the two jokers.
"Aah! Flying Monkeys!" he yelled. He would've curled back up if Artemesia hadn't stopped him.
"Uh-uh! Don't start that again!" said Artemesia, prying his shell back. "They're not Flying Monkeys, they're gargoyles. Right?"
"Smart little nipper." said Pollux.
"C'mon, Benny." said Castor. "You Yanks know how to play London Bridge?"
"Y-yes." said Benny, uncurling.
"Right then." said Pollux. "Let's get some other nippers rounded up and we'll play. Castor and I will be the Bridge."

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"I smell like shit!" Brian complained.
"Brian!" snapped Sarah. "What would your mother say if she heard you talk like that?"
"I'm in uniform, Sister." he reminded her. "Call me Superfly."
"Brimstone." muttered Rev. Walters as he fingered Angela's top. "Do we need any more proof that these beasts are demons from the pit of Hell?"
"Why, Saintly," said Brian with a grin. "What would your mother say if she heard you talk like that?"
The three froze when they heard a growl from the shadows. They turned to see a pair of glowing white eyes. "I knew that stench could only be Quarrymen." growled a deep, gravely voice. A large gargoyle stalked towards them. "What have you done to my daughter?"
"Your spawn," said Rev. Walters. "Escaped us by conjuring brimstone and disappearing in a cloud of smoke!"
"Liar!" roared Goliath seizing him and throwing him against a wall. "That is her clothing you carry! Where! Is! She!"
"Let go of him, you asshole!" Brian charged up his hammer. Before he could get a strike in, Goliath swatted him away with a swing of his arm.
Sarah went to Brian's side. "How could you?" Sarah scolded Goliath. "He's only a child!"
"He's old enough to bear weapons." said Goliath. He turned his attentions back to the Quarryman he had cornered. "I will ask you only once more. Where is my daughter?"
"By God, I swear it!" Rev. Walters said desperately. "She escaped!"
"I-it's true!" said Sarah. "She got away."
"She probably went up the manhole while we were gagging our guts out." said Brian.
"She couldn't." said Sarah. "It was too heavy."
Goliath tossed the reverend aside. "I will believe you." he said. "And allow you to escape as well. But know this, humans, if you are lying, I will have vengeance. Stripe for stripe, blow for blow." The three scrambled away. Goliath wondered what to do. The humans may have been telling the truth. But he knew Quarrymen weren't to be trusted. He decided to check the direction the Quarrymen came from. He called for Angela, hoping that if he did find her, she'd be in a condition to reply.
"Goliath!" Maxwell. was running up to him.
"Maxwell!" said Goliath. "I got your call. Have you seen Angela?"
"They chased her that way." Maxwell pointed. "Me, Castaway and his girlfriend chased some winged cat-girl and some mutant kids the other way. The cat-girl must have like, I don't know, a cattle prod or something. The two of them are knocked out, if you wanna deal with them."
"Angela is my priority." said Goliath. "Thank you, Maxwell."
"No prob." said Maxwell. "Talking of daughters, I gotta get back to mine. Stef's probably put Deana to bed by now. I should probably call 911 for our fearless leader and his right hand lady."
"As you wish." Goliath followed the tunnel to the abanddonned subway station. Goliath called Angela's name and searched every nook and cranny. He soon came to a manhole like the boy mentioned. Maybe it was too heavy for a human but not a gargoyle. No, humans deliberately made manholes just light enough for them to heft up. Perhaps Angela had weighed it down somehow? She would be that clever. Goliath climbed out and pushed the manhole open. (The owner of the Volkswagen had since driven it away.) He climbed out and heard children playing in the distance. His clan and the London clan would be there. He'd ask if anyone had seen Angela.

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"You have your instructions." Thailog said to his minions. "Go to where you were assigned and do as you were told. Remember, success will be rewarded. Failure will be punished." He held up the box. "Most severely." The minions dispersed.
Regan glided out the window with Octavia in her arms. "Are you sick of his bullshit as I am, Octavia?" she asked. Octavia didn't quite understand her more sapient friend, but heard sadness and determination in her voice. "I say to hell with his orders. You and me, we'll escape somewhere. Anywhere. Away from Thailog."
"You no escape Thailog!" Brentwood dive bombed Regan. Regan went into a spin, but managed to keep her grip on Octavia.
"You gonna stop me, bitch-boy?" asked Regan. Brentwood swooped down on them, digging the talons of his feet into Octavia's flanks, causing the beast to howl in pain. Regan managed to clothesline Brentwood in the throat. Brentwood took advantage of the fact that she now had only one arm on Octavia and rushed her head on, sinking in teeth and talons. Octavia slipped from Regan's grip and plummeted to the ground, baying in fear. "Octavia!" Regan screamed. Regan snarled at Brentwood. "You'll pay for that!" She roared and swooped at the smaller gargoyle, ensuing an aerial combat.
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