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Never Meant to Be

Part 4
"So where have you been, lover boy?" Mike asked, as Roberto hurried to his group's table.
"Uh, lost track of time," Roberto responded, setting down a stack of papers.
Jack immediately grabbed them. "This the list of missing people and the people that harrassed them?"
"Yeah. I'm thinking we should redo some of the interviews. Not just with the employees but family and friends."
"Why?" asked Gary, frowning as he peered at the list.
"Because people slip up, and maybe the family and/or friends noticed something without knowing it. All they need is a bit of persuassion."
"It's gonna be insulting to the investigators who did the initial interviews." Stacey glanced at the paper.
"Has it ever stopped us?" Mike asked, a playful smirk on his face.
Jack rolled his eyes.
Roberto glanced at his watch. "Um, look, guys. I have to go. See ya!"
Roberto left the table, giving the others no time to make objections.
Christina grinned. "If I didn't know better, I'd say that he was in a rush to see a hot date!"
Gary frowned.
Jimmy spotted him and smirked. "Jealous?" he asked.
Everyone turned to look at Gary.
His face flushed red. "No!" he denied, somewhat forcefully.
Mike calmly sipped his drink. "Well, that was a jealous look if I ever saw one."
Gary glared at him. "I'm not jealous...no..wait...actually, yes. Yes I am. But not for the perverted reasons you're thinking. Why does he get to go out and have fun while we work 24/7?"
Mike looked at him funny. "What's so perverted about him being able to find a way to have fun and you being to s to to be able to?"
His question was posed with such innocence that Stacey, Christina, and Jimmy burst out laughing.
Jack just smiled, a faint blush across his cheeks.
Gary almost turned maroon.
Mike gave a wicked grin. "Why, Gary, just what were you thinking I was implying?"
"Oh, just shut up," Gary growled, slumping down in his seat. No matter what, Mike always caught him in an underhanded trap.
X
Brooklyn's alarm went off and he woke up with a start.
He quickly undressed and shoved his clothes into the pile of hay that he was on top of, put on his loin cloth, and rushed out to where the other gargoyles were.
A few seconds later, the sun sank and all of the gargoyles began to break out of their stones.
Brooklyn's shout became a growl as his limbs extended and wings emerged from his back.
Despite the painful appearance, it wasn't that unpleasant. It was like he was being stretched, and after the transformation was complete, he felt all relaxed.
"Gotta go, meet you guys at Central Park in two hours!" Brooklyn dived off the edge of the castle.
"Brooklyn, wait!" Goliath called out.
Hudson chuckled. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Brooklyn was moonlighting with a lady love."
"She's no lady," said Lexington. "He meets with one of the visiting detectives."
Goliath let out a small growl. "He should be careful not to be seen."
"Well, we followed him once," Broadway jumped in. "Looks like the detective waits for him."
"I still don't like it," Goliath confessed, clearly troubled with the frequent visits that Brooklyn was obviously making.
"If the Quarrymen spot him, there will be trouble both for Brooklyn and the human."
Broadway and Lexington looked at each other.
Angela shook her head at her father.
"I'm sure there's nothing to worry about," she said.
X
Roberto barely made it to his hotel room when the sun disappeared from view.
As he waited, he couldn't help but feel like a silly...well...school girl waiting to see if her crush showed up. The thought of Brooklyn coming to visit him made him feel....happy. Almost as much as the thought of seeing Brody.
Roberto paused in thought.
Brody.
He had no idea what to make out of him.
The guy seemed genuine enough, but if there was one thing he learned...the nice ones were always the ones that burned him bad.
And Roberto was now feeling that fear.
Now that Brody was out of sight, Roberto was able to step back and examine him.
Yeah, the guy saved him, but that was no reason to act like some proverbial damsel in distress that falls in love with her hero.
At the same time, the guy seemed too innocent.
No...there was the problem.
Brody had said he had little interaction with people. Chances were, that meant he never had a chance for a real romantic interest, and with Roberto extending out a friendly hello, there was the possibility that Brody might fall into the trap of thinking he was in love.
And Roberto couldn't afford to do that to him.
Roberto frowned.
He would have to distance himself from Brody. He couldn't taint such an innocent person. Brody deserved better than him.
At least Roberto could admire him from a distance.
It wouldn't be a new thing.
After all...
Roberto's cheeks flushed red.
Gods, just thinking about Brooklyn made him feel shy and like the naive fourteen year old he was when he was first told how attractive he was.
Roberto reached out to the window and opened it.
Just in time, too.
Brooklyn latched onto the edge and pulled himself in. "Evening!" he greeted, with great cheer.
Roberto broke out into a smile. "Evening yourself," he said. "Isn't your clan getting suspicious by now? They might think you're gliding off to see some love interest."
Brooklyn chuckled. "I'm sure they're curious. But I know they respect me well enough to wait until I'm ready to talk."
Brooklyn threw himself on Roberto's bed.
"I just might tell Lex and Broadway. Maybe even Angela. But I think I'll wait on Goliath."
Roberto chuckled. This was too much like a boyfriend or girlfriend being too cautious about introducing one to their family.
"Why's that? Isn't he the leader of your clan?" Roberto sat on the edge of his bed.
Qué lastima that this is the closest to having him in my bed as it will get....ooo...bad, Roberto. Cancel dirty thoughts. He's not even human! And besides, he likes females. That was made clear though conversations.
"Well, yeah. But he doesn't approve of us going out in making friends with other humans. Elisa and Matt, and now Robinson, are like the only humans we can trust. Xanatos is still iffy."
"Considering what you have told me, who can blame you?" Roberto shook his head.
Brooklyn chuckled. "I just think that it makes Goliath feel like he's special. He's got a close human friend, and we don't."
"Now that's not exactly a nice thing to say about your leader," admonished Roberto. However, he looked amused.
Brooklyn let out what sounded like a purr. "Man, not that I'm complaining, but too bad as a gargoyle we can't sleep on beds like this."
"I see," drawled Roberto. "The only reason you come and see me is to sleep on my bed. And here I thought it was 'cause you enjoyed my company."
Brooklyn cast him a mischievous look. "Darn. Seen through the act."
Roberto rolled his eyes and stood up. "Want anything?"
"Soda, if you have any."
"You guys sure are addicted to sugar, aren't you?"
"Well, the closest thing to sugar we had was honey. It wasn't like people were dying to bake us sweets as a way of thanks."
Roberto made his way into his suite's kitchen and served a large glass of water. He frowned. "It must have been tough, not being accepted for who you were."
"Not who...what," corrected Brooklyn.
Roberto felt a deep sadness settle over him.
Yeah, he knew that feeling.
"At least you had your clan as family," Roberto said softly.
Outside, Brooklyn caught the sad tone.
"You sound like you really understand," Brooklyn said, getting up off of the bed and making his way to the kitchen.
"Yeah," Murmured Roberto, standing still. "If it weren't for my real friends...I don't think I ..."
"You don't think what?" asked Brooklyn.
Roberto shook his head and looked up at Brooklyn, a smile on his face. "Nothing. Here you go."
Roberto handed the water to Brooklyn and stepped around him.
Brooklyn watched him, narrowing his eyes. Obviously, he had hit a sore spot that dealt with Roberto's past. But what was it? And would he ever tell?
Roberto glanced at the clock by his bed.
"I have to get up early tomorrow, " he said.
Brooklyn downed his drink. "I understand." He handed the empty glass to Roberto. "Same time tomorrow night?"
Roberto shrugged. "Sure thing. Oh, wait! Tonight's my last night in this room."
Brooklyn gave a start. "You're leaving?"
"Not exactly. I ended up transferring to another room. One with a balcony. Thought it would be easier for you to land on instead of clinging to the wall like Spiderman, waiting for me to open the window."
Brooklyn grinned. "Cool."
X
Roberto turned off the lights as he settled down into bed.
All good humor vanished in the darkness.
Acceptance. . .
A powerful word.
Pain settled in his chest as he thought back to his own family.
At fourteen, he had been foolish enough to listen to his "love" and broken the news about his homosexuality. Coming from a latin family, he should have known better.
After the beating his father gave him, he was kicked out of his house.
His brother in college didn't want anything to do with him.
And his mother. . . chose to obey his father.
She didn't even say good-bye to him. Just let him walk out that door. Didn't even try to reason with her husband.
And for that, Roberto couldn't help but feel hatred. Ironly, ly, he also felt guilt for hating his own mother.
"So much for modern times," Roberto murmured. His mother, Iliana Garcia, was raised in the old fashioned beliefs.
Roberto stared at the ceiling above
He
He hadn't seen his family in seven years. And he couldn't help but wonder how they were now.
At least one of his friends let him live with her.
And her mother had been kind enough to make things easier. Being a lawyer, she was able to work with the law in allowing him to become independent at a young age, and allowed him to change his name.
A fresh start.
Roberto sighed.
It was never a good thing to think depressing thoughts when he was about to go to sleep.
It always brought on painful dreams.
X
Brooklyn soared through the air alongside his companions.
"Everything looks clear," he said, content that for once there was little action in the streets of New Yo&nbs
Well, in his section.
Chances were, Hudson and Goliath were having a grand time fighting off car jackers and muggers or things like that.
"Hey, guys," he called out, pulling his wings up a bit to slow down.
Angela, and Broadway pulled up beside him. Lexington hovered from above.
"I've been meaning to tell you guys, I have a friend who I've been visiting first thing each night."
The other three gargoyles shared a look. ela ela smiled. "Oh?"
"Isn't that kind of dangerous?" asked Lexington, trying to sound sincere.
Brooklyn flipped onto his back so that he could look up at Lexington. "He's a detective. Kind of like Elisa. I think he's pretty trustworthy."
"That sounds cool," said Broadway, as Brooklyn righted himself. "Can we meet him?"
Brooklyn grinned. "Maybe. But not tonight. And I don't know how long he'll be here, but before he leaves, I'll make sure you guys meet him."
"Cool," quipped Lexington.
X
Another night, another victim.
Roberto danced his dance of seduction, allowing his power to gently roll off of him in small waves, hoping that they were directed to his target.
The people around his target were glancing his way.
Now if only...
A hand gently grazed his back and he froze.
Roberto slowly turned around, powers coming to a complete halt. He found himself staring into a pair of grey eyes. His breathing stopped and he couldn't help but feel like a lamb facing a wolf.
The stranger raised a hand and gently caressed his cheek.
It was as if everything else just disappeared.
For such cold eyes, the touch was surprisingly sweet, and Roberto looked up at the man with half lidded eyes.
His lips parted and he felt weak.
The stranger gave a small smile.
His lips parted as well, and he began to lean forward.
Roberto could feel the warmth of his breath on his lips as his hand moved to grasp at chi chin and tilt his face up.
Roberto closed his eyes. . .
And his hand slammed on the alarm radio that went blasting in his ear.
"Híjoles, Santa Madre de Díos, que sueño espantoso," he muttered.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
As much as he hated seducing people for information, he hated being the one seduced even more.
And the guy in his dreams was creepy!
He hated when he lost control like that. . . not being able to fight back. . .or say no.
Roberto pulled his legs up and he shivered as he wrapped his arms around his knees.
He stayed like that for a few moments.
He gave a start when someone banged on his door.
"Come on, we have to transfer your stuff into your new suite! Are you up yet? You decent? Or do you have your boy toy in there?" he heard a woman shout.
Roberto groaned and dropped himself back into bed.
Christina really needed to butt out of his private affairs.
X
Mr. Fable opened his eyes.
The strand of hair in his hands stopped glowing.
If the spell worked, this man Roberto would soon become obsessive with finding out who he was, making things a lot easier to take advantage of him.
X
Brooklyn put on his human clothes and waited for Owen.
He rubbed at his eyes and snapped to attention when he heard him approach.
"Well, Mr. Brooklyn," said Owen. "I see you're up and ready. Weren't you planning on taking a nap?"
Brooklyn leaned up against the wall. "I wanted to ask you some questions," he told him.
"Oh?"
"How does one approach the subject of sexuality without making it seem too personal?"
Owen's eyebrows quirked upward.
"I don't think you can."
"Oh. Well, what if you have suspicions, and want to act on them?"
"What do you mean?"
"I think Roberto likes Brody..."
Owen raised an eyebrow.
"Me in human form... but I don't know if he likes me as a friend, or something more."
"How do you want him to like you?"
"I don't know." Brooklyn sighed. "When I'm with him, it's like, a rush. And when we part, it's like... sad."
"I see."
"So if I wanted him to like me more than a friend, how do I get him to do that?"
"Simple seduction usually works," coughed Owen.
"How do you seduce a guy?"
Brooklyn was surprised to see a faint blush on Owen's cheeks.
A moment later, Owen transformed into Puck.
"Brooklyn, my boy, you sure know how to ask questions that are hard to answer in my Owen persona." He gave Brooklyn a mischievous smirk.
Puck hovered in mid air, sitting in a lotus blossom.
"So are you just trying to feel him out or actually get him into bed?"
Now it was Brooklyn's turn to blush.
"I don't know! I don't even know what I exactly feel about him."
"Ah, experimentation. You know, for someone that was moping about failing miserably at getting girls, one has to wonder just how good looking this guy is to make you forget women troubles."
Brooklyn grinned. "Well, I guess he looks pretty darn good for human standards. But I mean, the way he talks to me, the way he looks at me... makes me feel real...special."
"Mmm, sounds like love," drawled Puck, turning himself upside down.
"Well, maybe not love..." Brooklyn corrected, looking embarrassed.
Puck turned himself right side up and moved closer to Brooklyn.
"One of the best ways is to do a lot of touching. Things like, grazing their hand, patting on the back, touching their backs or shoulder, holding their hand just a second longer than normal when shaking hands. Things like that."
"Oh."
"And if he's receptive, he'll probably start touching you more, if he hasn't already. Maybe he's on his way to seduce you."
Brooklyn thought back.
"You mean, intentionally?"
"Well, it happens unintentionally as well."
Brooklyn remained quiet. "He hasn't done anything like that to Brody...but..."
"But what?" asked Puck, genuinely curious.
"Oh, nothing," Brooklyn said in a rush. "And if he's not interested?"
"He'll probably make it real clear. Best case scenario, he'll tell you to back off. Worst case...you'll end up with some sort of head trauma."
Brooklyn winced.
X
A small beeping sound woke Brooklyn up. He looked and saw that it was almost noon.
Guess it was time to make his way to Roberto's hotel.
Brooklyn briefly thought about what Puck had said to him.
Roberto hadn't made any of the moves that Puck mentioned, unless smiling shyly counted. Maybe it did.
But...
He seemed to sit real close when he was in his gargoyle form.
Could it be that Roberto felt less threatened about Brooklyn?
The idea that someone wasn't afraid of him in his gargoyle form sent a warm feeling through Brooklyn. But he also knew that it was highly unlikely that Roberto felt any attraction to him. Most likely, the guy was just intrigued.
But as Brody...there was more of a chance to get to know him more intimately. Whether it be as a good friend or something more...that was just up to fate. And maybe the sexier style of clothing that Puck chose for him.
X
Mike looked up at the door, compared the number to the one on his paper, and raised his hand to knock.
A small tanned hand stopped him.
He turned to look at Stacey.
"Let me," she said.
"Why?"
"Cause you suck at interviews."
"No, I don't!"
"Does the mute victim ring a bell?" she asked.
Mike winced.
Just a few ago, when he was still considered new to the detective force, and Jack, Gary, Christina, and Roberto were still high school students. . . he had been questioning a potential victim about a mutilated victim.
He had to admit, he wasn't really thinking. The witness had told him that she knew the woman was a mute.
Then he asked if she had heard any screaming coming from the victim.
If looks could kill, he would have been peacefully retired in heaven...or hell.
Truth was, he hated interviewing.
Hated personal interaction.
Probably had something to do with one of his suspects hitting on him.
Gods, just thinking about the woman being old enough to be his mother made him want to gag.
X
Gary watched in disgusted fascination as the person they were interviewing fawned over Jack.
While he had been ignored, Jack had been fed home baked cookies, given a couple glasses of milk and juice, complimented on his behavior, and was now asked to be introduced to the woman's daughter.
It was like that with Jack.
People were drawn to his child-like personality. Always happy, always pleasant, the best person to be friends with.
He was so innocent.
Of courseat aat always led to problems.
Sometimes, Gary wished they had never delved into the supernatural crap they dealt with. He'd rather deal with a drug dealer any day instead of a novice witch or newbie vampire.
And hanging around Jack and Roberto, it was the older vampires or powerful magic users they had to worry about.
Jack was always targeted because the damn fool was a virgin, and firmly believed in waiting for the right person.
Roberto was targeted because of his power. Seduction was a powerful tool, and either vampires wanted him as an eternal bed mate, or wanted to consume that power and become more powerful themselves.
Made life a living hell being his paartner.
And it wasn't as if they were partners by choice.
As luck would have it, Roberto's powers seemed to manifest into elemental levels in Gary's presence. Which made them a pretty good offensive force together.
Too bad they hated each other's guts.
Ever since they were teens.
And he wasn't ashamed to admit that he did have a problem with Roberto's sexual orientation. It made him uncomfortable.
Up to a certain point.
Gary prided in himself that he wasn't a bastard when it came to his partner's safety.
If Roberto was in danger, he would be sure to lend a hand.
Despite their feelings, they shared a bond, and when threatened, instinct took over and they protected each other visciously.
His train of thoughts were interrupted when Jack stood up.
"Thank you for your time," he was saying. "And thank you for the cookies."
"Not a problem, dear," the elder woman answered.
"So what did she say?" Gary asked, when they stepped out the door.
Jack sighed. "Nothing of value for our case, I'm afraid."
Gary nodded.
"Other than that, she really thinks I would be good for her daughter."
Gary couldn't help but laugh at the perplexed look on Jack's face.
X
"Yeah, my son quit his job after the robberies. But you can bet he had nothing to do with them," growled a rough looking elder man.
Christina nodded, for once acting serious.
Roberto stood off to one side, knowing that the man hadn't liked him from the beginning, and was answering questions now that he wasn't so close.
"We already told the police that the reason he quit was because his girl just up and left after quitting her job there. Met her once and didn't like her much. My boy hadn't even spoken to her, but he wanted to despite what I thought about her."
Roberto gave a start. "Girl?"
"Yeah, some little bitch that went around showing the place, a tour guide. High and mighty and all that because she thought she was smarer than the ones visiting the place. The robbery just added to the stress. He sits in his house all day long doing shit now."
Christina tried not to let his swearing get to her. Truthfully, the guy was way too vulgar, and she just wanted to go home, take a shower, and feel clean again.
Roberto stepped forward. "Do you remember her name?"
"'scuse me?"
"The girl that's missing."
"Never bothered to find out."
Roberto looked back at his reports.
"What is it?" Christina asked.
"Seems like that fact was left out of the reports."
The man raised an eyebrow. "What's so important about the wench?"
"Maybe nothing, said Roberto. "Out of curiosity, do you remember the name of the offcer that interviewed you first?"
"Some nigger. I don't know."
Roberto and Christina glanced at each other. Thank God Jimmy had chosen to stay outside for this one. Not only was this guy vulgar, but most likely a biggot as well.
At least that explained his ins dis dislike of Roberto.
Roberto briefly thought about telling him that he was gay to see if the guy had a coronary.
Roberto closed his notebook and smiled politely. "Thank you for your time, and sorry for bothering you."
"I'm sure."
Christina offered a polite smile. "Enjoy the rest of your day."
The man grinned at her. "You can make it enjoyable," he said with a sneer.
Christina's smile fell from her face. "You're too old," she said.
X
Brooklyn made his way to Roberto's hotel room.
He knocked on the door and waited.
To his disappointment, no oas tas there.
Did Roberto move already?
Sure he told Brooklyn, but he hadn't bothered to tell Brody.
So what did this mean?
He waited a few minutes, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Roberto would show up to inform him of the room change.
After fifteen minutes, Brooklyn decided to give up, and headed for the elevators, feeling a bit down.
X
Roberto was a bit indecisive.
Glancing at his watch, he knew that Brody was probably wai for for him at his old room. He had told himself that he needed to anceance himself from the guy, but now he was feeling guilty for leaving him hanging.
The elevator stopped and his companion got off.
The doors closed and the elevator continued to ascend.
He just didn't know what to do.
His heart told him to continue being Brody's friend.
His brain said that Brody would eventually come to hurt him.
He sighed.
The elevator door opened, and he looked up into a pair of sisedised blue eyes.
X
Brooklyn was extremely surprised to see Roberto in front of him.
"Roberto!" he exclaimed, then smiled. "I almost gave up on you."
Roberto gave him a strange smile. "Sorry about that. I changed rooms. We weren't expecting to be here long, so, I had to reserve a different room."
"Is it here, or on another level?"
Roberto seemed hesitant to reply. "Another level."
Brooklyn continued to smile, despite his confusion.
It seemed that Roberto wasn't too thrilled with seeing him at all. it it something he did?
He stepped into the elevator.
Roberto stepped to one side, averting his gaze.
He did look unhappy.
And something more.
Brooklyn felt like he was heading for doom.
The elevator stopped only one floor more.
Roberto stepped out, and Brooklyn followed.
He paused when Roberto turned around. "Brody, wait," he said. "Maybe we should talk."
"About?"
"Maybe we shouldn't . . . uh. . . meet as much."
X
There.
He said it. wor words that should allow him room to breath, and think, and in general, free him.
Instead, he felt like shit.
The look on Brody's face was. . . horrible.
Roberto tried to backtrack. "What I mean is... well... I'm helping on a case and I can't get distracted, not that you're a distraction, but. . . well, I won't always be able to... argh."
Roberto hid his face behind one hand, trying to organize his thoughts.
A gentle hand grasped his other arm.
"Was it something I did?" Brody asked, hurt in his voice.
Roberto froze.
Brody's touch was electrifying.
Roberto lowered his hand and stared into the eyes of Brody Wagner.
"No," he whispered. "You haven't done anything wrong. I just... I just don't have the best of luck at keeping friends."
Brody gave him a small smile. "And I haven't really had any outside my family. Shouldn't that put me in an exception list?"
Roberto let out a small chuckle. "I suppose."
"So, um, join me for a late lunch?"
Roberto glanced down the hall. Then he looked back at Brody. As long as he tried to keep it platonic...
"Sure..." Roberto answered, unable to keep a smile off of his face.
tbc...
Spanish
Qué lastima -- what a pity
Híjoles -- expression of amazement, shock, etc.. (eg. Jesus! Geez! Holy Cow!)
Santa Madre de Díos-- Holy Mother of God
qué -- what
sueño -- dream (tener sueño--to be/feel sleepy)(soñar--to dream)
espantoso -- scary (espantar -- to scare)
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