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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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            Bronx couldn't believe his good luck! Not only was Boudicca here, but he now had her and five other beasts to play with, including Fu Dog. Boudicca and Quiteria were both fully recovered from laying their eggs and we're ready for adventure. Little Cafall followed the big beasts close behind. Bronx smelled something good in the air. Meat. And lots of it. He signaled with a nod of his head that his friends should follow him. The smell was coming from the formal dining room. Bronx bumped the swinging door open with his head. The rest followed. Cafall was knocked backward by the swinging door, but he recovered and scampered inside before the door swung outward again.
            The smell was coming from the covered trays on the catering table. He got on his back legs, using the table to support his front legs and knocked over one of the covers with his head. All the beasts that were big enough followed his lead. It was Beast Heaven. Plates upon plates of steaks and sausage. As the six adult beasts gulped down the food, Cafall, pranced about their feet, occasionally trying to jump up to see what the adults found so interesting. Quiteria knocked a plate of sausages to the floor. Cafall seized one immediately.
            Owen stood at the door in shock at what he was seeing, and he wasn't easily shocked. He closed his eyes and counted to ten and back. Then in Latin. Then in a lost dialect of Chinese. He still wanted to strangle a beast. He wished he could change into Puck and turn them all into toads on the spot. Damn decree from Oberon. His Owen Burnett guise meant he couldn't even let out a torrent of swear words. Cafall ran between his legs with a sausage in his mouth. Owen sighed. Well, he could use the excuse of teaching Alex a clean up spell to get rid of the mess. He'd already taught him a simple tidy-up-the-playroom spell. And he'd have to tell Lexington, who was footing the bill for the catering.
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            Lexington looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Amp is going to freak when he sees me wearing a skirt!" He was wearing a stone grey and lavender kilt and a tuxedo jacket and dress shirt. He had pulled in his wings to wear the outfit.
            "It's not a skirt." said Broadway, who was wearing the same, tailored to fit around his wings. "It's a kilt. Princess Katherine and Angela's sister Eistir designed and wove the tartan. And it covers up about as much as a loincloth."
            There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" asked Lexington.
            "It's Owen." he said, opening the door. "Mr. Lexington, I regret to inform you that the wedding feast was just devoured by the beasts."
            "Aw, I knew we should've penned them up somewhere!" said Lex.
            "The whole feast?" Broadway asked sadly. "Even the cake?"
            "They ignored the cake." said Owen. The beasts had been so enticed by the smell of meat they completely ignored the giant white cake that only smelled of sugar to them. "I had Ariel assist me in rounding the beasts up and putting them in the arboretum for now. I have also cleaned up the mess as efficiently as possible."
            "Good work, Owen." said Lex. "You might want to tell A-Angela," He almost used Staghart's pet name. "And Staghart what happened." Lex smiled mischievously. "And when you see Staghart, give him this for me." He stood on tiptoe and kissed Owen's cheek. Owen didn't even flinch.
            "I doubt it will mean the same coming from me, sir." he said simply before he left.
            "All those steaks." Broadway said in shock. "Gone. All those sausages. Gone. Hot buttered rolls. Gone."
            "Broadway, don't worry about it." said Lex. "I got a plan B. It just requires having reception first, then dinner. Hope you don't starve to death by then."
            "Actually, I'm kinda hungry now." Broadway picked up an apple from a nearby fruit bowl and started eating.
            "It's not good to eat if you're nervous." Lex told him.
            "Who says I'm nervous?" Broadway asked with an uneasy smile.
            "That's wax fruit you're eating."
            Broadway suddenly realized it was. He put the wax apple back in the bowl, arranging it so the bitten part wasn't noticeable. "OK, yeah, I'm little nervous." he admitted, looking at the cowrie shell on a gold chain he was to give her at the ceremony. "Aren't you?"
            "I guess...maybe a little." Lex confessed. "But I'm excited too! Amp and Angela are probably feeling the same way.
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            "The answer is no, Ayala." Staghart said firmly.
            "Oh, just a tiny bit?" Ayala pleaded. "Just to emphasize what you have."
            "I am not wearing make-up on my wedding day." Staghart stated.
            "You wore tons of eye shadow last time you wore that outfit!" she pointed out. Staghart was wearing a royal blue sequined jacket with a loose white dress shirt, lacey cravat and black, close fitting trousers.
            "Last time I wore this, I was going as Jareth the Goblin King for Halloween." said Staghart. "This is different."
            "Alright, alright." she said. "No eye make-up. But at least clean your face! You still have soot from last night. Did you even think to take a shower? Let me get that." She took a handkerchief out of her pocket and even before she started to lick it, Staghart knew what was coming.
            "Ayala! Please! No!"
            "Hold still!' she admonished wiping away the soot.”You know how hard it is to get white fur clean."
            "Could we have him bleached perhaps?" asked Patience.
            "Or magic it off?" asked Violet.
            "Oh, no." said Una. "If you try to magic something that small off, we might accidentally hex his whole nose off! And we really haven't time for bleaching. We could try talcum powder." Una took a jar of talcum powder off the shelf. "It's what I use when I'm a bit dingy."
            "Splendid idea, Una!" said Ayala, opening the jar and taking out the puff.
            "I'm going to smell like a baby!" Staghart complained.
            Coco giggled. "You'll smell like a baby with a fresh nappy at least." she said.
            Ayala straightened the jacket. "There. That seems to fit you well. Good job it has long sleeves to cover up the sooty spots on your arms and how did you get that bald patch on your shoulder anyway?"
            "I got hurt in Ishimura and needed stitches." he said. "The doctor had to shave a bit of the fur off."
            "Really, Staghart, you must be more careful." Ayala fussed with the shoulders and lapels. "I had to make some adjustments. You've gotten a little bigger since you last wore that. All muscle of course!" She tried to laugh, but Staghart could see tears in her eyes. "Oh, you know what this needs? A rose for the lapel. I-I'll go get one from the garden." She hurried out the door, almost bumping into Owen.
            "I regret to inform you," said Owen. "That the wedding feast has been devoured by beasts. The cake, however, is untouched."
            "Is that all?" said Staghart. "You had me thinking it was something serious at first!"
            "And Mr. Lexington wishes for you to have this." With a completely straight face, he kissed Staghart on the cheek.
            "Oh." said Staghart. "Then give him this for me." Staghart grabbed Owen into a "Hail to the King" pose.
            "Oh, Staghart, behave yourself!" Una scolded. Staghart let him go. Owen straightened his tie and walked out like nothing happened. In the hallway, Noah passed him, carrying Pelagia in his arms. Pelagia was wearing a sequined turquoise gown that she must have borrowed from Fox. It looked like Fox had also coiffed up Pelagia's long green hair and dabbed a little make-up on her. Pelagia was also wearing her usual pear necklace. A little Japanese-American girl in a pink frilly dress turned the corner and saw the gargoyle and mermaid.
            The little girl's eyes went wide as saucers when she noticed fins poking out of the fluffy hem. "Are you a real mermaid?" she asked.
            Pelagia smiled. "Set me down, Noah." she asked. He seated her in a nearby chair. Pelagia hiked up her skirt so the girl could see her scaly tail.
            "Wow!" she gasped. "My daddy says you can turn your tail into legs. Can you really?"
            "Usually." she said. "But I got hurt and now I can't." Pelagia sighed. "It's too bad, really. I wanted to dance at this wedding."
            Owen had been listening. Here was a perfect opportunity to teach Alex lying on of hands. Angela could be told about the ill behaved beasts later.
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      "And one more pin, one more spritz." said Pavel, fixing up Angela's hair. "And you can move now! Tak krásná! So beautiful!" Pavel had a thick Czech accent.
      Angela looked in the mirror. "Pavel, I love it!" She said, hugging him. "Thank you so much!" She smiled. “How do you say it again? D�kuji.”
            "It is a pleasure." he said with a smile. "When I first met you, I try and make you look like Judy Garland, now I make you look more like Audrey Hepburn circa Breakfast at Tiffany's. What can I say? You have that classic ingenue look with the little nose and the high cheekbones."
            Angela sighed. "Thank my mother for that. It's the only thing she can be thanked for."
            "Let me guess," said Pavel. "Your mother is less Audrey Hepburn and more Joan Collins, ne?" Angela had to laugh a little.
            "NO WIRE HANGERS EVER!" they both screamed and laughed.
            "Truthfully," said Angela. "My mother makes Joan Collins look like a pussy cat. Joan Collins never plotted to destroy humanity."
      "Trust me, Angela." said Pavel. "I know all about family conflict. I came to America when it was clear my family wouldn't accept me for who I am. Now, I have a wonderful husband and charming son. Oh, we mustn't forget! The one thing every bride needs!" He opened a box and took a sparkling tiara out of tissue paper. "Fox got one as similar to the one Audrey wore as she could find. With an extra detail." Two yards of see through tulle edged with lace was attached. "A bride is not a bride until she has a veil." Pavel arranged the veil and tiara around Angela's hairdo. "Dokonalý! Perfect! Now, you are bride." He turned her to the full length mirror. Angela smiled at what she saw. Her hair was in an elegant upsweep and adorned by a sparkling tiara. Her face was framed by the translucent veil. She had chosen a white silk gown with spaghetti straps and a sweeping skirt. Silver embroidery and rhinestones decorated the bodice. "All we need now," said Pavel. "Is make-up. I go get Fox now." Pavel left, closing the door behind him so no one could see the bride before it was time.
            Angela twirled around before the mirror, watching her skirts flare and laughing with sheer joy. She picked up her bouquet of ivy and roses. The roses were a special variety bred by Camaela. They were a soft color somewhere between red and pink The outer petals were fluffy and edged with white, almost like lace. The inner petals tended to curl into a heart shape, thus, Camaela had dubbed this variety "Heart of Avalon". She inhaled their sweet scent and held them at waist level as Fox instructed, just to see how she'd look coming down the aisle. Then, she saw something reflected in the mirror. Someone with a mop of flame red hair was coming in through the window- from one of the tallest buildings in the city. Angela turned around. "Demona!"
            Demona stood with hands on hips. "And why, pray tell," she asked. "Did you not invite your own mother to your wedding?"
            "I think you know the answer to that, Demona." Angela said coolly.
            "Oh, sweetheart," Demona said gently. "Are you still mad at me? That was so long ago!"
            "You tried to kill humanity with a super virus!"
            "Operative word being 'tried'." Demona said with a smile.
            "Leave now, Mother." Angela said evenly. "And maybe I won't scream for help."
            "Oh, dearest, you and I both know you're not the screaming damsel in distress type."
            "Wanna try me?"
            "Angela," Demona sighed sadly. "You must know, dear, that I love you very much and only want what's best for you."
            "It's best if you just leave me alone!" I don't want to cry. Angela told herself. I do not want to meet Broadway on this night with puffy eyes and swollen sinuses.

            "If that's really what you want." Demona sighed her defeat and stared at the floor. "But, please, can't you do your mother one small favor on your wedding night?" Angela stared at Demona. What was she trying to get? Demona spread her arms. "A hug. Just one. That's all I ask."
            Angela sighed. It wasn't such a big request. And, to be honest, Angela found she didn't sincerely hate Demona, no matter what she had told her in the past. Love? She wasn't sure. Pity? Most definitely. Angela embraced Demona. Demona wrapped her arms around Angela, and whispered something in her ear. "Tamen corpus in."
            Suddenly, the flowers Angela had been holding fell from her hand as every tendon and muscle in her body went completely lax. She couldn't even stand up and would've went crashing to the floor if Demon hadn't caught her. She tried to ask her what had happened, only to find she couldn't move her lips. In fact, she couldn't move anything. She could feel her heart beating- pounding actually- but that seemed to be the only movement her body was capable of. "Simple paralyzation spell." Demona explained. "I will make you see reason if I must ensorcelled you to do so!"
            No! Angela screamed inside her head. No, Mother, whatever you're thinking! Don't! She wasn't sure what Demona had in mind, but it couldn't be good.
            Demona took a bottle of Visine out of her belt pouch and applied some drops to Angela's eyes. "There. That should keep your eyes from drying out since you won't be able to blink." She tore the tiara and veil from Angela's hair and tossed it aside. "Get rid of that silly thing." She hefted Angela over her shoulder. "Now, let's go sweetie. Time for you to start your new life." She dove out the window and spread her wings, gliding away into the night with her limp daughter in her arms.
            Just moments later, Fox walked in wearing a deep green sheathe dress and carrying a make-up kit. "Angela, I have a surprise for you!" she was saying. "I had the boys in the lab mix up a special foundation." She couldn't see Angela. Was she in the attached restroom? "I call it 'Angela's Amethyst'. The boys were curious to know why I wanted a lavender liquid foundation." Fox addressed the closed door. "You're probably the only one who could wear it, unless Goliath decides he feels pretty one night!" She laughed. No response. "Hey, Angela?" Fox knocked. "You in there?" She cautiously opened the door. "Angela?" No one was in the bathroom. Fox felt a draft from an open window and went to close it. She nearly stepped on the bouquet and veiled tiara carelessly laying haphazardly on the floor. Fox assessed the situation. This was not good.
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            Broadway inspected his reflection. He pulled in his stomach and turned to the side to examine the effect. "Are you going to hold your breath throughout the ceremony?" asked Lexington, straightening his tie. Broadway nodded. Lex laughed. "Broadway, that's about as silly as me wearing elevator shoes."
            Broadway let out the breath he had been holding. "Yeah, you're right." he said. Fox walked in the door. "Hey, you should knock!" Broadway scolded. "What if we weren't decent?"
            "Guys?" said Fox. She seemed confused and hesitant, not at all like her usual self. "Broadway, you may need to sit down."
            "You can tell me standing up." Broadway said, crossing his arms.
            Fox sighed. There was no easy way to say this. "It's Angela. She's gone missing."
            "Missing?" said Broadway. "What do you mean missing?"
            "I mean we can't find her!" she said. "Pavel saw her last when he was doing her hair and I came to do her make-up and...and the window was open and her bouquet and veil were on the floor."
            "If this is some wedding day prank," said Lex. "It isn't funny!"
            "Come with me." said Fox. She led them to the well appointed guest room Angela was using as a dressing room. "I touched nothing." she said. "This is how I found the room. I don't think Angela ran away. She seemed so happy and excited at the bachelorette party last night."
            Broadway saw Pavel lingering by the doorway. "You!" he said. "Pavel, right?"
            "Ano, I am Pavel." he responded.
            "You were the last to see Angela." said Broadway. "What happened?"
            "I did her hair." said Pavel. "I opened window because fumes from hairspray were bothering her. While I was working on her, Camaela came in with the flowers." He pointed to the bouquet. "But she put them in vase" He pointed at a cut glass vase on the vanity. "I put tiara and veil on her." He pointed at the decoration that was now lying on the floor. "Then I go get Fox to do her make-up. Angela seemed very happy and excited. I do not think she ran away either."
            "Could Thailog be causing more trouble?" asked Lex.
            Broadway shook his head. "It was Demona." he said.
            "What makes you say that?" asked Lex.
            Even in his agitated state, Broadway was still able to use deductive reasoning. "If it was Thailog, this room would be a lot messier than it is. Angela would put up a fight if Thailog came in. She couldn't take him on, one on one, but she'd be smart enough to throw things at him to distract him while screaming for help and running for the door. With Demona, she'd try to talk things out. They don't have the best mother-daughter relationship, but neither wants to hurt the other. Of course, Demona plays fast and loose with what constitutes as hurting someone. All it would take would be for Angela to drop her guard for even a second." Broadway sighed. "They're matched in strength. Demona probably used either drugs or magic to knock her out and drag her out the window." He couldn't imagine Demona clubbing Angela. She might use a drugged needle or a handkerchief full of chloroform, but there was no sign she had. Magic was more Demona's modus opporundae.
            "We better get Goliath." said Lex. "And I better tell Amp that the wedding's going to be put off awhile." He noticed the sad, scared look on Broadway's face and patted his arm. "Don't worry. We'll find her."

A/N: Pavel's Czech courtesy of Google Translate.
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