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A Lonely Heart's Wish	By : shaliscarai Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 9056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles/Disney related but the original character, Eve Anderson, is from my own mind and is not a character of Disney. I get no pay and am only doing this for fun

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A very soft sound outside their bedroom window catches Owen’s attention. He carefully slides away from Eve and off the bed. He glances out of the window and sees Nalyah gazing back. He sighs, knowing he will have to deal with her harshly soon. He pulls on pajama bottoms and pads barefooted down the hall and out the front door.
“Is there a reason for you to be sitting out here in the middle of the night, Nalyah?” He walks towards her, slightly annoyed as she eyes him head to toe.
“Even disguised as a human you are eye catching.” She purrs.
He stops, crossing his arms over his chest. “Get on with it before I lose my patience with you.”
“As you wish, My Prince.” She bows low, annoying him more. “Grandmother has spoken with your sister. All is set. They will be here tomorrow.”
“Thank you.” He nods to her. “Express my gratitude to Grandmother Willow.”
Nalyah turns to leave but stops, glancing back with a frown. “Something is different about you. What have you done?”
“Nothing that concerns you.” He growls back.
Understanding dawns on her face. “You do not know what you have done.”
“Don’t I?” He steps closer, hissing angrily at her. “I am far older than you, Dryad, and I know what my heart has finally told me feels right. Your misguided idea will not change what I have done.”
“We shall see.” She stalks off.
He waits until she has disappeared before going back into the house and finding his phone. He opens it, dialing a familiar number. His lips twitch up as the call is answered and the sleepy voice on the other line growls at him.
“Yes, David, I know it’s late but I have a request to make.” He glances back at the bedroom as he lowers his voice so she won’t wake. “Besides, you owe me this favor.”
Owen stares into the fridge, a frown creasing his face. The bareness of the fridge brings home the fact they have not made it to town to shop yet. He lightly taps his foot, calculating how long a drive into town to get breakfast would take and if she would wake before he gets back. He closes his eyes and sighs heavily; realizing groceries couldn’t be brought back on the bike anyway. The fervent wish to have his magic back is interrupted by the sound of someone walking around outside. He glances out the bay window by the side door.
An older gentleman gazes up at the house, writing down notes in a small notebook. The man smiles slyly, walking towards the front of the house as he stows his notebook in a leather bag. Owen quickly grabs the shirt he had discarded days before and pulls it on as he heads to the front door to confront the trespasser.
He opens the door as the man mounts the steps, eyes narrowing in suppressed anger. The older man jumps in surprise, not prepared for someone to be nearby. He holds out his hand to Owen and smiles. “Hello, Sir. My name is George Getties. Is Miss Anderson here by chance?”
“Mr. Getties, you can drop the pleasantries and state your business. “ Owen crosses his arms over his chest and glares. “I will not disturb Miss Anderson unless it is important.”
“And you are?” Mr. Getties drops his hand, frowning and unsure as to why he couldn’t charm the man in front of him.
“Her fiancé and that is all you need to know.” His eyes narrow even further.
“Ah, good!” Mr. Getties grins, winking. “Then you can help Miss Anderson make a very important decision.” He pulls a folder from his leather bag, handing it to Owen. “The bank has reviewed Miss Anderson’s loan and decided to foreclose on the property. There is a buyer that will pay her the amount of the loan and keep her credit clear. Either way she will lose this place.”
Owen glances over the paperwork and can’t see where they have grounds to foreclose on her. Having seen men like Getties before, he tries his best to be civil. He taps a paper showing a dollar amount. “Is this the payoff that the bank will accept today?”
“Of course, but every day will cause the amount to change due to interest.” Mr. Getties pulls another file out. “If we could sit down, I can show you the transfer papers and the amount the buyer is willing to pay so your fiancé will be aware of her options. I can assure you the amount is quite generous.”
Owen stares him down, not budging from the door. “I do not need to know who the investor is, only what their plans are.”
“Development, of course.” Mr. Getties blinks in confusion, not used to someone uncooperative. “This is prime grounds for a hunting lodge.”
Owen’s nostrils flare slightly as his anger grows. “Excuse me a moment.” He steps inside, closing the door in Mr. Getties face. He grabs his phone and punches in a quick number, waiting for it to pick up. An evil smile lights up his face as a voice answers from the other end of the line.
“Miss Levine, I have a task that must be done immediately while we are talking. Transfer money to this bank account and ask for closing papers to be immediately faxed to you.” He reads the amount and account number to her, waiting for her to confirm the transaction. He glances out the window, his smile growing as he sees Mr. Getties pacing outside.
“Thank you, Miss Levine. Send a copy to my phone so I can show the man on Eve’s porch. Also contact Mr. Clement at his office and explain to him about the transaction. Inform him I will be faxing copies of papers the banker gave me as he explained they would be foreclosing. “ He chuckles softly at her indignant reply. “I am covering all bases, Miss Levine. I can assure you I will not allow anything to happen here. Thank you.”
He hangs up and quickly faxes copies of every page to Mr. Clement. He finally opens the door again, shoving the folder back at Mr. Getties. “You will find everything taken care of, Mr. Getties.” He hears Eve walking softly down the hall but doesn’t turn towards her, blocking her view of the banker.
“She signed the papers?” Astonished, Mr. Getties rifles through the papers.
“No, Mr. Getties.” He feels Eve gently touch his back, trying to see around him. “It is paid in full.” He calls up the image of the papers showing the closing on his phone and shows it to him. “As you can see. the closing has already been done.”
“What is going on, Owen?” Eve frowns at Mr. Getties, confused.
“Mr. Getties came here to force you to sign over the property to a development company with the threat of foreclosure.” He stares down the man again.
“What?” She growls angrily, trying to get past Owen. “I’ve paid everything on time! You can’t do that!”
“Be easy, Eve.” Owen wraps an arm around her waist. “The matter is settled. My lawyer is already on the phone with the bank with a possible lawsuit pending. I have transferred the money to them and closed the account. Everything is paid in full and in good standing.”
She glares up at him. “We will discuss this when Mr. Getties leaves my property.” She spins on her heel, stalking away.
Mr. Getties glares back at Owen, anger at being thwarted written all over him. “I had thought you would be a bit more sympathetic since you are from New York. Matter not.” Getties closes his bag after stuffing the folder back inside. “She will lose one way or another.”
“I think not, Mr. Getties.” Owen leans against the door frame. I don’t believe you know who you are dealing with. I am Owen Barrett of Xanatos Enterprises. I am sure you do not want Mr. Xanatos’ eyes on your little bank.”
Getties pales at the name. “We shall see, Mr. Barrett.”
Owen watches him until his car disappears from sight before turning towards the livingroom and the furious woman waiting there. He knows from experience that cold angry women are far more dangerous than a loud screaming one. When he sees her on the couch staring stonily at the fireplace, he closes his eyes and sighs.
“Don’t ask me to be sorry.” He whispers softly. “I’m not. I won’t let him take this place from you.”
“So you took the decision from me?” Her voice is quiet and deadly. “You couldn’t offer to help first and then let me choose?”
“You are my fiancée, my queen.” He leans against a desk. “What’s mine is yours. I didn’t think I would have to offer you anything since I already consider it yours.” He blinks at her confused look. “Or was your acceptance last night a mistake?”
She leans her head back, shoulders slumping. “No, but I thought maybe you had said it while drunk and wouldn’t realize you said it come morning. I didn’t want to assume anything.”
“I meant every word.” He walks over, kneeling in front of her. You are my home and this is my sanctuary now. I will fight to keep both.”
“Getties won’t give up.” She gently strokes his face. “He’ll find a way inside.”
“Then it is good I called in a few favors.” He takes her hand, kissing the palm gently. “Dress. They will be here soon.”
“Who?” She frowns as he pulls her up from the couch.
“You’ll see.” He winks. “I promise they will behave.”
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