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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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"Yes, I'm looking at the guest list now." Ayala said over the phone. "Una's doing that enchantment on the mirror right now. We should be able to go by midnight. What time is it over there, darling?"
"It's just past sunset, Mum." Staghart answered.
"We're all so looking forward to this, Staghart! The monitor is being set up so everyone that's staying behind can watch. Hasn't been this much a stir since Diana's wedding. Oh, is that /Marriage of Figaro/ I hear in the background? I'm so glad you're taking an interest in classical music, Staghart!"
"Um, actually, Mum, it's a Bugs Bunny cartoon."
"Oh."
"Ayala," said Coco. "Is that Staghart on the phone? I'd like to talk to him."
"Staghart? Coco wants a word with you."
"Put her on." said Staghart.
"Right. Here she is. I love you, sweetheart!"
"Love you too, Mum."
"Hey, Staghart." said Coco.
"Hey Coco." Staghart responded. "How's everything back in London?"
"Eh, same ol' same ol'." she responded. "Staghart?" Coco fiddled with the cord. "Would it be alright if I brought a date to your wedding?"
"Of course!" answered Staghart. "You're seeing someone? Who is it?"
"Well...someone from the clan."
"Oh, have you and Cal patched things up again?"
"Pish! No! I told Calogrenant to bugger off yoinks ago. I'm with, well, I don't know if you'll be happy with this...."
"Coco, tell me you're not seeing Ulrich."
"No! I got better taste than that. Er, no offense."
"None taken."
"Well, truth is, I've been seeing Del."
"Delwyn?"
"Yeah." The line went silent for a moment.
"Alright." sighed Staghart. "He can come."
"You're not angry at me, are you?"
"Coco, it was a long time ago. Del's a good one. The worst he did was give me the 'I like you as a friend' speech and ignore me for a year."
"Yeah, let's face it. 'Let's just be friends' is just a nice way of saying 'bugger off'."
"Unless the person means it." said Staghart. "We were kids, neither of us knew how to handle romance stuff anyway. I've moved on and found someone wonderful to love. I'm glad he's been able to do the same."
"Aw, Staghart, you sweet talker you!" Coco chuckled. "Well, I'll see you in an hour or so, so I'll hang up before Leo reminds me again how much these calls cost."
"This is all on Xanatos, don't worry." said Staghart. "This bloke makes Bill Gates look like a tramp."
"Speaking of which, I've heard tell that Xanatos has recently partnered with a mysterious young technological genius known as Victor Lexington. Coincidence?"
"No, no coincidence."
"Ah, marrying up on us, are we?" Coco chuckled.
Staghart laughed. "Say, is Griff about? I'd like him to show up. King Arthur's welcome too."
"'Fraid Griff and Arthur went off to Wales some time ago. Don't know when they'll be back."
"Ah, pity. Angela's inviting a princess. Thought I could top her by inviting a king!" The two friends continued to laugh and chat together.

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Out on the parapets of Knight's Spur, a small group of hatchlings bounced a ball to each other. "Hey, everyone!" Lunnette came out to join them. "Una says we'll all be goin' to New York after midnight, so we're not to get dirty or anything."
"How are we gettin' there?" asked Jemima, a girl who greatly resembled a turtledove.
"She's gonna enchant a mirror or some such." Lunnette answered.
"Oh, like in the Alice stories!" said Tabitha.
"Oi! Look!" Aiden pointed at a shadowy figure approaching from the sky.
"Looks like one of the grown-ups." said Culwich.
It was obviously an adult gargoyle. As the figure came nearer, they could make out that the gargoyle was carrying a human. Connor was the first to recognize them.
"It's Sir Griff! He's come back!" Connor said excitedly. Griff landed not far from the hatchlings and put Arthur, who was himself carrying a small bundle in his arms, back on his feet. "There, Your Majesty." he said. "Didn't I tell you gliding would be much quicker than trudging through those pines?"
"Well," said Arthur. "I was worried about...."
"Sir Griff! Sir Griff!" Connor shouted, practically jumping into the older gargoyle's arms.
"Hello, Connor!" Griff said, lifting the hatchling up. "How's my favorite page boy been? Eating you vegetables?"
"Yup!"
"Getting enough exercise?"
"Yup!"
"Doing your homework?"
Connor had to think a minute. "Yup."
"Now, you know you'll never make it to squire by telling fibs." Griff tapped a finger on the tip of Connor's black, pointy nose.
"Well, most of it." said Connor.
Arthur smiled. "Connor," he said. "I have a surprise for you and the others." The other hatchlings crowded closer as Arthur revealed what was in his bundle. A pair of glowing white eyes and a tiny horned nose peaked out.
"Aw, lookit!" cooed Lunnette. "It's a beast pup!"
"He's so cute!" said Tabitha. "Can I hold him?"
"Me next!" said Jemima.
Arthur gave the pup to Tabitha. It squirmed a bit and licked her face as she giggled. The hatchlings gathered around to pet it. None of them had ever actually seen a beast pup, only read about them in class. This one was small and plump and had skin the same rosy orange color of the sunset. The neck was long for the body and there were bumpy ridges down the spine. It had a tiny horn just on the tip of its nose like a rhinoceros calf. Its tail was short, just enough to wag. "He got a name?" asked Aiden.
"Well, I've been calling him Cafall." said Arthur. "After a dog I had a long time ago."
"Hey, Cafall!" said Culwich, bouncing the nearly forgotten ball. "Wanna play?" Soon, the hatchlings were bouncing the ball again, this time with a small beast pup trying to catch a ball nearly the same size he was.
"Children!" Una called as she went upstairs to the rooftop. "We're about ready to...oh, hello, Griff! Didn't expect you back so soon."
"We didn't find Merlin." said Griff. "But we did find this!" Griff picked up the pup that had run between his legs in pursuit of the ball.
"Oh, a beast pup!" exclaimed Una, gently taking it from him. "Our clan hasn't had one of these since Pog was hatched!" The pup licked her. "Oh, how darling! Wherever did you find him?"
"We were searching a cave in south Wales." said Arthur. "All we found was the remains of a gargoyle clan that had been smashed. Sir Griff insisted on what he called a Wind Ceremony. I've come to see that is how your kind conducts a proper burial. Well, we found this stone pup that seemed in good condition, though it looks like his tail has been docked."
"Gargoyles never dock the tails or ears of our beasts." Una plainly stated. "He must have had his tail broken off while asleep."
"Well," said Arthur. "I don't know what happened, exactly. I can only guess that some kindly wizard realized the pup was all alone, couldn't care for it himself for one reason or another, and put him under a sleep spell that we broke as soon as we took him out of the cave. I named him Cafall, after one of my favorite hunting hounds."
"Didja find whoever smashed the other gargoyles?" asked Connor.
"Connor," Griff shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid whoever did that is long since dead."
"Aw, that ain't fair!" said Connor. "They shoulda been punished for that."
"I'm afraid life isn't always fair, Connor." He looked over as Leo joined Una, who showed him the new pup. "Not fair at all."
"Arthur! Griff!" Leo called. "Good to see you again!" He shook hands with the both of them. "And thank you very much for finding the pup. Cafall, his name is? Well, the clan will be chuffed to bits to have a beast about the castle again! Oh, Una and I and a few others of the clan have been invited to a wedding. We'll be leaving shortly, so I'm sorry but I'll have to cut our visit short."
"Who's getting married?" asked Arthur.
"It's a double wedding." said Leo. "It's in Manhattan, so Una's arranged something with a magic mirror for us to travel there. Couple lads from the Manhattan clan. Lexington and a bloke by the name of Broadway."
"Valiant warriors the both of them!" Arthur said with a smile. "And who are the lucky brides?"
"Well," said Leo. "Broadway is taking Angela as his mate. I met her briefly. She seemed nice."
"Oh, I remember her." said Griff. "Very nice, very pretty. Sweet bird."
"And Lexington?" said Arthur. "He was a brave, clever chap. Glad to hear he's grown out of this whole sodomy nonsense and settling down."
Leo looked uncomfortable. "Well, actually...." Leo scratched the back of his neck. "A major reason why so many of this clan is going is because he's taking one of our number as a mate. Do you remember Staghart?"
"Yes, of course." said Arthur. "But, Staghart's a male. Two males can't get married."
Leo smiled and shrugged. "They can by gargoyle law."
"But..." Arthur tried to wrap his mind around this. "Doesn't your kind need eggs?"
"They made a deal with a pair of mated females in Japan." said Leo.
"I think I need a drink." said Arthur.
"I'll get you one, sire." Griff offered.

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Arthur took a seat in the drawing room as Griff opened the liquor cabinet. "What's your poison, sire?"
"If you have any uisge beatha, I'll have that." said Arthur.
"We've got some whiskey." Griff took down a bottle and a couple of glasses. "Want it as is or shall I mix up a sour for you?"
"As is." said Arthur.
"Hope you don't mind if I mix up a sour for myself then." Griff took out a bottle of lemon juice. "Where are those maraschino...there they are."
"Griff?" said Arthur. "Can you condone this?"
"Why not?" Griff said as he stirred his glass. "We're responsible adults. As long as we don't get pissed and try to glide we're golden."
"I don't mean the drinks." said Arthur. Griff gave him his glass. "Thank you. I mean Lexington and Staghart."
"Ah, the love that dare not speak its name." Griff took a seat and sipped his sour. "That's what it was called in my time."
"It was called the heresy that could get you burned at the stake in my time." said Arthur.
"Times change." said Griff.
"It isn't right."
"No, canceling /The Prisoner/ without revealing the identity of Number One isn't right."
"Sir Griff, I'm being serious."
"Your Maj...Arthur." Griff decided now was the time to drop formalities. "Before you were told they were going to be mates, you described both him and Broadway as 'valiant warriors'. The only difference between the two is one is taking a female mate and the other is taking a male mate. Nothing else has changed."
"Griff," Arthur sighed as he swirled his whiskey glass. "You do realize a knight has a duty to God, correct?"
"With all due respect, sir, I took no such oath."
"Very true." Arthur took a swallow of whiskey. "Griff, I have long respected gargoyles and their ways. Merlin taught me long ago never to judge based on appearance alone. Your kind's dedication to protection was in line with both the code of chivalry and the Word of God. You've always struck me as good, moral beings. But now, this...this just flies right in the face of everything I know to be right."
"Arthur, how is this immoral?" asked Griff. "It doesn't hurt anyone. All they're doing is taking a vow to be loving and faithful to one other person for the rest of their lives. Whether that person is male or female or even human or gargoyle shouldn't matter."
Arthur gulped down the rest of his drink and set down the glass, looking very uncomfortable. "Griff? I had a knight in my employ once. No doubt you've heard of Sir Galahad?"
"Galahad the Pure? Finder of the Holy Grail? Yes, I believe I may have heard something about him."
"Galahad, he...he had unnatural desires. I caught him one night in an embrace with one of the stable hands. He was one of my best knights. I didn't want him imprisoned, excommunicated or executed. Neither did Lan...his father." Arthur's face darkened. "So, the three of us talked it over with the Priest and it was agreed that if Galahad paid penance and took a permanent vow of chastity, we'd forget all about it. The stable hand ran off to parts unknown before we could deal with him."
"And would you have dealt such a fair hand to a mere peasant?"
"That would've been for the priest to decide." said Arthur. He sighed sadly and buried his face in his hands. "I wonder now if our decree to Galahad was as lenient as we thought. His penance was to seek out the Holy Grail. One morning, not a month into our quest, Peredur and I found Galahad in the stables of the inn we were staying at. He hung himself." Arthur held up his glass and gulped the knot in his throat. "More whiskey if you please." Griff obliged. Arthur downed it in one gulp. "In those days, suicide was as damning as sodomy. So, Peredur and I made up some suss about how Sir Galahad was so pure and noble that God took him bodily into Heaven. I've lived with that lie for years. And from what I've read, so has the rest of the world."
"Well," said Griff, standing up. "With your leave, Sire, I would like to attend this wedding. No doubt you would be welcome, should you wish to attend."
"I think perhaps I should, Sir Griff."
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