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Never Meant to Be	By : Nightbloom Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 8691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Never Meant to Be

Part 5
Elisa and Matt sat at a table, waiting.
A few moments later, they were joined by a uniformed cop.
"Afternoon, Officer Marshall."
"Afternoon," replied the officer, looking a bit perplexed.
"Please sit," said Matt, motioning towards the empty chair in front of them.
Officer Marshall sat down. He was a lean and young man, hair a bright orange, and freckles that dotted his nose and cheeks.
And he was apparently very nervous.
Elisa showed him a notebook. "Do you remember doing this interview?" she asked.
The officer took the notebook and looked at it.
His eyebrows furrowed as he started reading through it, scanning each page. "A lot of it is familiar. . . but it looks like things are missing," he said.
"Oh?"
Marshall narrowed his eyes even further. "Yeah, I asked some of these questions, but I'm sure they aren't the only ones I asked."
Elisa and Matt looked at each other, and then back at the young man.
"Officer June was the other guy who helped with the interview. He took my notebook to make the report. Come to think of it, he never gave it back."
"Officer June?"
Marshall nodded. "Yeah. He transferred to another division, can't remember which. But I think he was in the last roberry case as well. And I think he also helped in the one before mine."
Elisa leaned forward. "Do you remember anyone else that was involved in the case?"
Marshall thought silently for a moment. "There was a Detective Cassidy," he finally said. "But..."
Elisa and Matt gave a curt nod.
While Detective Cassidy hadn't been part of their precinct, he was still considered a brother-in-blue. Those who had never met him learned of his name when he was killed in the line of duty.
Someone had hired a hit mangun gun the detective down. It became obvious that he was getting to close to someone.
Unfortunately, the case was still unsolved. The gun man had been killed in a stand off, and their had been no further leads on the identity of the contractor.
Matt stood up to shake hands with the cop. "Thanks for your time," he said. "If you come up with anymore memories, please let us know."
The freckle faced man nodded, and tipped his hat to Elisa and Matt. "You can count on it," he said. Then he got up from the table and left.
Elisa turned to Matt.
"What do you think?" she asked him.
"Jack and Roberto were right. Someone had tampered with the statements. How much you want to bet that any tiny bit of evidence collected had also been tampered with or lost?"
X
Roberto couldn't help but chuckle at how awed Brody seemed with the visit to a science museum.
He acted so much like a child as he tinkered around with the contraptions that Roberto couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
What kind of sheltered childhood did this poor guy live in?
Roberto licked at his Rocky Road ice cream cone, smiling as Brody continued to talk about what he saw at the museum, while stopping to lick his melting Cookies and Cream ice cream off his fingers.
It felt great being able to show someone how to have a good time.
As they continued walking, Roberto couldn't help but feel like someone was watching them.
It was a strange feeling, like something was digging a sharp needle into the middle of your back.
Every once in a while, Roberto would turn around, but no one seemed out of the ordinary.
Except for maybe a rushed-looking woman wearing pumps of two completely different colors.
Brody stopped to look into the window of a toy store.
"Children are so lucky to be able to play with such things...Dolls that talk, cars that move on their own... Oh wow! Those are some huge stuffed toys. Think they're soft? I've always wondered just how cuddley they were."
Roberto raised an eyebrow. "You mean you've never had a teddy bear?" he asked, incredulous.
Brody shook his head. Then he raised his arm to lick off more melting ice cream.
Roberto fished out some napkins from his pocket and handed them over, an amused grin on his face.
His smile faded as he turned back to the window, a thoughtful look on his face.
Then it turned suspicious as that same feeling of being watched returned.
He immediately focused his gaze at the reflection in the mirror, a trick that Mike once taught him.
As he scanned through the images, he caught the sight of a familiar looking black male staring his way. Then it was gone before he had the chance to turn around.
"Is something wrong?" Brody asked, breaking his concentration.
"Que? I mean, what?"
"You looked a little worried there for a moment."
"Oh, fue nada," Roberto said, waving his hand and shaking his head.
Brody just gave him a weird look.
"Come on," said Roberto, grabbing Brody's free hand and pulling him forward. "There's a club-like restaurant with an arcade room nearby."
"Really? Cool!"
X
Something was bothering the human, Brooklyn was sure about that.
One thing he had picked up was that whenever he got nervous or angry, he'd burst out with a spanish word or phrase.
And he had done that twice already without thinking.
Judging by his actions, Roberto either told him to ignore his problems or that it was nothing.
Still, it worried him.
Not to mention he would get the chills.
The temperature was cool, but not enough to make him feel cold.
His concerns were pushed back when Roberto mentioned the arcade.
It seemed that the human really did pay attention to thi things he said. As Brody, he had expressed that he always wanted to try playing arcade games.
And then there was the skin contact.
The feeling of Roberto's hand on his left a tingling sensation, and Brooklyn knew he wanted more.
Maybe it was time to follow Puck's advice. . .
X
Officer Marshall was storing some of his equipment into his locker when another cop entered the room.
"June," he called out to the tanned man.
"What is it?" responded Officer June, opening his own locker.
"Do you remember anything about the interview you participated in when working with Detective Cassidy?"
"Sort of," replied Officer June, a little suspicious.
"Maza, Bluestone, and the out of towners are going over it again, redoing it themselves. Looks like the statement's themselves have been tampered or something, like bits and pieces edited out and such. Maybe you should talk with them. Maybe you'll give them some leads."
Officer June nodded. "You're right."
"Well, see ya tomorrow."
"Later."
Marshall left the locker room, leaving June behind.
The cop scowled as he pulled out a cell phone and accessed his speed dial.
He waited for a couple of seconds.
"Mr. F? Karl here. The ceiling has sprung a leak. . . yeah. . . I'll hire someone to take care of it."
X
Brooklyn purposely bumped into Roberto, trying to mess him up as their characters fought one another on the screen.
"Hey!" protested Roberto, pushing back with his hip before reaching over and hitting one of Brooklyn's buttons.
"No fair..." Brooklyn started to say before a "Player 1 Wins" flashed across the screen.
"Ack!" Roberto let his head drop onto the controls, laughing. "Just my luck, I kill myself using your player."
Brooklyn did a little victory dance. "I'm getting good at this!" he said.
"Everyone is better at this than me," Roberto mock pouted.
"Aw.." teased Brooklyn, tweaking Roberto's nose.
Roberto pulled back, a look of surprise on his face as he touched his nose.
But Brooklyn didn't give him a chance to say anything as he immediately moved onto the next game. Table soccer.
Roberto's smile turned wicked. "Now this is my territory," he muttered.
X
Roberto sat in the booth, sipping on his straw. He didn't know what to think.
Hanging around Brody was fun, like being with a little brother or something. But at the same time... it was a bit more exciting.
Not to mention all the times that Brody brushed by against him. . . it made him want more. And that was scary. It was what he didn't want. To become attracted to another person that would never return the same feeling... or at least a real feeling.
Not like his second boyfriend.
Bastard.
Roberto's "first". . . the attraction was mutual, but the feeling of love was not. To him, Roberto had been nothing but a trophy, or a toy, screwing him on the side while he paid more attention to his girlfriend.
The only reason why it took Roberto so long to realize that he was nothing but a "mistress" was because the bitch had been from a different school. To make matters worse, the girl knew about him and was all for it. Less time spent to spread her legs for her guy, more time to study.
"Roberto?"
The soft query jolted him out of his dark memories.
"Oh, sorry," he said. "You were saying?"
"I'm beginning to get the feeling that you aren't all that interested in what I'm saying," Brody mumbled.
Roberto smiled and shook his head as he leaned forward to lay a hand over Brody's hand. "I am interested, it's just that sometimes my mind becomes over active and it just wanders at the most inopportune times."
Brody smiled as he patted Roberto's hand with the other hand.
Roberto froze, smile still on his face. Did I... yup... I just put my hand on Brody's. Dammit. More control, Beto, more control.
He slowly slid his hand out from between Brody's hands, flushing red.
He looked out to the floor and sipped at his drink.
X
Mike stared at the large book before him. "I'm looking for what?" he asked.
Stacey slid a few photos across the table towards him. On them were slightly blurry images of wooden artifacts. What they were, exactly, he couldn't tell.
"See if you can find anything that resembles those."
"Well, it would be nice if I knew what the hell I was looking at." He picked up a photo and scrunitnized it.
"That's the best image they got."
Jimmy sighed. "Well, if that's the case, at least we know we have legit supernatural artifacts missing. I'm guessing it was a digital camera they used."
"Of course."
Jack leaned over to look at the pictures.
"Well, that still doesn't do shit for me now, does it?" complained Mike. "I see nothing that looks like those pieces."
"Maybe because they are pieces," murmured Jack, as he began to arrange the photos.
"What?"
Jack pointed to three of the photos. "They're the same colors, and it almost looks like these edges would match up."
"Well, fuck me," muttered Mike, as Stacey and Jimmy abandoned their books and reports to come look at the pictures. As they squinted their eyes, some shapes began to make sense.
Mike grabbed them all. "Well then... let's scan these suckers in and put the pieces together."
X
Brooklyn gently grazed Roberto's back.
Just the simple act of touching felt good.
It made him fell more connected.
Roberto pulled back, a smile on his face, but also a touch of confusion.
Brooklyn wondered whether or not he had read him wrong. But if his touches weren't welcome, surely Roberto would say something. Puck had said so.
As they stepped outside, someone pushed his way past them.
A black man looked back, then straight at Roberto.
The look on his face was one of pure malice. As quickly as he appeared, he then left.
Glancing back at Roberto, Brooklyn could see that he was pale.
"Is something wrong?"
"Uh, no..." he muttered.
"Well, why did he look at you like that?"
"I... I don't know... guess he mistaken me for someone else, let's go."
Whatever it was, it made the Spanish man nervous.
X
Roberto wanted to die.
He had been contemplating Brody's touches when someone rudely pushed past them.
A black person turned around and just glared at him.
He had frozen right then and there.
He recognized this man.
When he had first arrived in New York, he had attended a bar.
Once there, he did his favorite thing which was watching people as he drank.
Sometime later, a young black male had approached him.
It became obvious that the guy was interested, but Roberto wasn't looking for any relationships, nor was he one for one night stands. Roberto gently rejected him, but the guy wouldn't take the hint. It came to the point where the guy was getting aggressive, and out of paranoia, Roberto carefully guarded his drinks.
Finally, Roberto said straight out, "Don't have time for relationships, and not interested. If you'll excuse me..." And he left.
Apparently, the guy was obsessive enough to remember him, and judging from the look he gave him, probably misintrepreted his companionship with Brody.
Then again... he wasn't too sure about Brody's idea of companionship anymore.
If the guy had been sheltered like he claimed to be, it was possible that he wouldn't know his actions were not normal in society. He probably wasn't familiar with the idea of same sex couplings. And if he knew, it might kill that child-like spark that he had, and Roberto didn't want that.
X
Gary reached out and steadied Jack as he tripped over the steps leading up to their first destination.
"Heh, thanks!" Jack said brightly, a big smile on his face.
Gary didn't respond, but it didn't deter Jack's cheerfulness.
Truthfully, Gary wished that he just let Jack fall on his face.
Sour mood? Him? Hell, yeah!
It was bad enough to be paired up with Roberto on most cases, or rather, be sent in as a guardian. But to be dumped...that was salt in the wound. While he ran around doing the tedious bits of reinterviewing the antisociasl of human society, and speaking to the doctorate snobs that all museums had, his partner was running around dating some fly boy, hanging out a bars, and basically having a good time.
It infuriated him.
Roberto was an observer, of sorts, making sure that they do their job right. But he was also an assistant, meaning, he was suppose to assist in finding clues.
The doors before them slid open, and Jack, Gary, and Christina stepped in.
The receptionist looked at them.
"We're here to speak to Mrs. Charleston?" Jack asked, giving his polite smile.
The receptionist beamed at him and nodded. "Mr. Luxer, I presume. Yes, she's expecting you."
Gary tried not to roll his eyes. There were some days when Jack's sunny personality was too much for one day.
X
Owen glanced at his watch and saw that it was five o'clock. The sun would be setting earlier today as winter was not far off. In fact, the late afternoons and early evenings were cool enough for light sweaters.
But the temperature of the weather didn't really faze someone like Owen Burnett.
He turned to face the door that slammed open.
Brooklyn's face was all aglow as he rushed in.
"Enjoyed yourself?" Owen asked.
"As always!" chirped Brooklyn, looking very much like a person who won the biggest prize.
"How is your mission panning out?"
"I don't know yet," answered Brooklyn, stripping himself out of his clothes, his back towards Owen. He grabbed his loincloth and put it on. "He blushes a lot, gets nervous, but he doesn't, you know, show signs of wanting to tell me to stop. Almost like he's afraid. Why do you think that? Jalapeno, it's cold! Didn't realize that it could feel this cold for a human."
Owen raised an eyebrow. It was definitely clear that Brooklyn was having the time of his life.
"I'm curious to meet this Roberto now. He must definitely be something to have you all, ahem, glowing."
Brooklyn beamed. "Well, he...well, yeah! I mean, he's one of the first few humans off the streets that didn't scream or run away from me. Not that he could, I mean, he fell off a building, but he wanted to meet me."
Owen's smile faded.
"And does he show the same interest in knowing 'Brody' as he does 'Brooklyn?'"
Brooklyn froze. "I...I'm not sure. But. . . this is the best way to find out, right?"
Owen reached down and picked up a thick blanket. He handed it over to Brooklyn who immediately covered himself in it.
"There really is no other way," said Owen.
Brooklyn yawned as he settled down onto his little hay stack of a bed.
Owen set the alarm for five minutes before the scheduled sun set.
By the time he stepped out the door, it was clear that Brooklyn had fallen asleep.
Owen couldn't help but shake his head. While it was an interesting way of learning about humans, the double life was definitely taking a toll on the gargoyle. If things kept up, he'd have no choice but to force Brooklyn to give up his day life, or tell his clan the truth. But through experience, Owen believed that telling Goliath of his interest in a human male was not a wise thing at the moment.
X
Roberto did a belly flop onto his bed as he reached for the ringing phone. The impact was enough for him to bounce up, and he turned so that he landed on his back. "Quintanar!" he said.
"Hey, Queen-tanar," came the voice of his most despised partner.
"Hello, Graham Cracker," Roberto easily and playfully shot back, unlike Gary's taunting tune. He couldn't help it. The day had been fantastic besides the odd yet innocent behavior from Brody. And so far, he felt like nothing could kill the good mood, not even Gary Graham.
He smiled as Gary growled.
Seemed like Gary was still feeling a bit sore about him having enough time to play while poor poor Gary had to work.
"We spoke to a Charleston who said the item that was stolen was actually confiscated during a raid on an illegal art collector."
Roberto felt a sick feeling growing in his stomach.
"They only had partial information on the item that was stolen. This Mr. Kane is suppose to be more knowledgeable about it and the supposed matching pieces."
"Is he in a local prison?" Roberto asked, hopefully.
Gary gave an evil chuckle. "No. But he likes to visit a certain bar regularly. Called the Two Moons. Familiar?"
Roberto closed his eyes and moaned inwardly. Once again, Gary had managed to kill his good mood.
Two Moons was a new bar owned by none other than Jack's cousin, Nick Jay. It was a bar catering to all who are open minded, or more so, like a bisexual club.
He knew where this request was leading to.
"He is rumored to like young men of the latin or colored races."
Roberto swore up a storm in Spanish.
Gary laughed, taking obvious delight that Roberto was going to have to work and miss out on meeting his boyfriend.
"When?" Roberto asked, wishing that he were speaking to Gary in person instead of a stupid phone. Maybe he could learn how to hex someone via phone someday.
"Tonight is one of his nights."
"Shit!"
"Have to break up a date with your boy toy?" Gary said, the smirk heard over the phone.
"Bite me," growled Roberto.
"Not enough toothpaste to wash the taste."
"Heh, there isn't even enough to mask your morning breath." Roberto hung up the phone, missing the old ones that one could slam into the cradle to make the other person wince. It just wasn't the same hitting the off button. Then again...
The phone rung again.
He hit the "talk" button and slammed the receiver on the lamp table beside his bed three times before hanging up again.
"En tu culo, maricón," he muttered, feeling slightly satisfied. Sure the insult would have worked better had Gary been around but, oh well.
A couple of seconds later, the phone rang again.
He answered it.
"Hello?" came a wary query.
"Shit! Jack! Did you just call?"
"Y-yeah... Gary said you hung up on him."
"Gah!!!" Roberto made the motions of banging his forehead with the telephone. Of all the stupid things.... He put the phone back to his ear and could hear Gary laughing in the background. "You tell that son of a bitch next time I see him, I'll fucking make him swallow his dick. Who's idea was it to set me up for this shit. . .his?!"
"Uh... yeah, he r-recommended you."
"Cabrón!! I'll make him eat it, shit it, and eat it again!!! What time?"
"Eight...b-but w-we need you a-at Mike's as soon as p-possible."
"I'll be there."
Roberto hung up and dropped himself onto his bed.
X
"What did he say?" asked Gary, as Jack hung up, ear still ringing from the banging and the yelling.
"Uh..." A faint blush rose in Jack's cheeks. "He, uh, that you're dead meat."
"Really?" asked Mike, looking up from a notepad, a beef jerky hanging from his lips. "I would have thought he would have said something like 'Tell that fucking bastard to suck his dick.'"
Jack's face turned even more red. "Well, yeah, it was along those lines, too."
"Stop teasing Jack," ordered Stacey, seeing how uncomfortable Jack was getting.
"Not my fault he get's horrified when he accidentally says damn," teased Mike.
Jack ignored him as he turned to Elisa and Matt who were looking at them amused.
Gary was still chuckling. "At least he's working with us again."
"Yeah, well you should stop antagonizing him," growled Jimmy, apparently embarrassed by the immature antics of Gary.
"Yeah, just fucking marry him and be done with it," said Mike.
"What?"
"This strange courtship of yours, no matter how entertaining it can be, has been dragged on long enough."
Gary sputtered as Jack shot Mike a look.
Mike glanced over at Elisa and Matt, who in turn looked a bit startled.
"Shit... my bad," he said.
"Um, this Roberto. . ." started Matt, seeing how the others, except for Gary, immediately looked defensive. "The reason why he recommended him, was it because..." He looked at Elisa to get some help.
"You exploit him like that?" Elisa asked, a bit shocked.
"I know it seems that cruel, but Roberto has an, uh, unique way... of gathering information. And, yes, he is more familiar with the sleazy underworld. They seem to...be attracted to him."
Jack gave Stacey a small nod. It seemed that Elisa was appalled that they used Roberto's homosexuality like that. He could only imagine how she would react if she found out how exactly Roberto got the information using his powers.
Gary, in the meantime, showed his obvious dislike of Roberto, an embarrassment, really, to all.
"Yeah. Takes perversion to know it," he muttered, loud enough for everyone to here.
Jimmy gave him a warning glare.
Gary looked contrite.
X
Roberto threw on a black blazer and then snatched a piece of paper from the suite's stationary. He scribbled a quick message. H stepped outside onto the balcony and placed the paper on a small table. Using a paper weight from inside, he set it down. Hopefully, Brooklyn would notice it.
With an irritated sigh, he went back in and locked up. It was time to prepare for the show.
X
Brooklyn shot up as the alarm went off. Forty-five minutes of sleep really wasn't enough, but so far it seemed worth it.
He hurried out to his spot and waited.
The sun dipped down below the horizon.
Around him his comrades roared to life.
He roared as well as his limbs stretched.
With a jaunty wave, Brooklyn took off.
Goliath growled and the Hudson seemed amused.
The others look at each other knowingly.
X
Elisa placed a set of headphones over her ears.
"Are you sure about this?" she heard Roberto ask.
She gave the laman man a quick glance.
The outfit they gave him to wear was definitely enough to make him turn heads of both sexes. Even Matt gave a double glance.
Suede pants fit the assistant like second skin. Black boots came up to the knees and folded over. A red silk button up shirt billowed around him, buttons undone to expose a finely sculpted chest. A chain settled around his neck, weighed down by a gold medallion with the glyph of Cancer.
Gary, tilting his head to the side, began to laugh. "It looks like a 69 on it's side," he said.
Roberto flipped him the bird with his right hand as Christina outfitted an expensive looking watch on his left.
"You moron," growled Stacey, as she made some finishing touches to Roberto's hair, pulling some of his hair over his eyes. "It's suppose to be breasts."
Gary laughed even harder.
"I thought it was suppose to be claws," Jack added, trying to make Roberto feel better.
"That, too."
Mike interrupted them. "Heh, looks like our target has arrived."
"Damn," cursed Roberto.
Stacey and Christina stepped back to admire their work.
Two Moons was considered a trendy club, and the people were let in based on what they wore. Expensive or sultry outfits was the key, as well as money if one was borderline to their standards.
"Ready?" asked Jimmy.
"I think so," said Roberto. "Mic check."
"Check what?"
"You idiot! The mic, the mic, not you!"
"Jesus! Sorry! Nag nag, bitch bitch...every fucking time..."
Stacey smacked Mike upside the head as Elisa gave a nod to Roberto.
Roberto gently tugged at his medallion where the microphone was hidden. Ah, technology.
Gary and Roberto stepped out of the van they were in.
"Show time," said Mike.
Outside of the van, Gary stopped Roberto with one hand.
"Careful," he said, coughing into his hand, eyes averted.
Roberto paused, slightly confused. Then his face softened as he gave a small smile and a nod. "Yeah."
He made his way to the club.
tbc...
Spanish
Que -- what
fue -- it was (ser -- to be, es -- it is)
nada -- nothing
Roberto(Robert)-Beto(Bert or Bob) -- Betito (little Bob, or to those familiar with Japanese suffices Beto-chan)
En tu culo -- In your ass
maricón-- faggot
cabrón -- bastard (cabrona -- bitch)
Astrology:
Cancer -- yes, the symbol does look like a 69 on it's side. It represents three things. The first is that it is suppose to represent the claws of the crab. Cancer is also a feminine symbol, and the body part it rules over is the breast. The symbol also represents the two circles of the sun connected by two crescent moons. It's element is water, which is ironic, because at his strongest and most controlled point, Roberto can control fire, to a certain extent.
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