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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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Justin tenses as he sees the figure standing on the porch waiting for them. David looks up from his phone, softly swearing. Putting the truck in park and turning the engine off, Justin glances over at Donnelly in annoyance.
“Don’t say or do anything stupid, Donnelly.” He opens the door and slides out of the truck. “The people you are about to meet are far more dangerous than Getties and are already gonna be pissed when they see Owen.”
Four young women materialize out of nowhere and surround the truck, their eyes softly glowing. David slides out of his seat, easing Owen’s sleeping form with him. Two of the women move him aside, laying their hands under Owen’s shoulders and lifting him effortlessly from the truck. David follows them as they carry Owen towards the porch. Donnelly’s eyes widen as he realizes Owen’s body is floating off of the ground. Justin lays a hand on Donnelly’s shoulder, keeping him from bolting for the truck again.
The women take Owen into the house, barely glancing at Grandmother Willow as they pass by. “I see you have taken care of our Lord’s injuries. My daughter’s will watch over him until he no longer needs them.” Her eyes rivet on Donnelly. “We have much we need to discuss, James.”
Donnelly falls to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. “I didn’t know!”
Grandmother slowly walks down the porch steps, her eyes never leaving him. “Good intentions can still lead to bad decisions, James. You know this.” She lays a hand on his shoulder. “For this, you owe a debt to our Lord. Your debt to our Queen has now doubled.”
“Doubled?” He blinks at her. “I don’t understand.”
“You shot her brother, even if it was an accident, and covered it up.” She stares coldly down at him. “And now you have shot her bond mate. Your fate is in her hands.”
Realization hits him hard and his sobs becomes louder.
The day finally over, Eve nearly slams the door to Owen’s room shut on Samuel’s tail. She tiredly smiles down at him as she folds herself into his favorite chair. “Sorry. I’m just ready for everyone to go away.” Samuel jumps up into her lap and begins rubbing his cheek along hers. “Thanks, littles.” She scratches his head as she leans back in the chair. The sound of his purring soothes her into sleep.
She gently strokes Owen’s cheeks, feeling his body trying to heal itself. His eyelids flutter, slowly opening and focusing on her. She smiles down at him, trying to hide how upset she is. He reaches out and cups her cheek, eyes never leaving hers.
“I am still here, My Queen.” His voice sounds tired.
She leans her face into his hand, eyes closing for a moment as she tries to get ahold of her warring emotions. “I know. It just kills me to see you hurt.”
He chuckles, his thumb lightly stroking her skin. “Now you know how I felt seeing you unconscious on that hospital bed for days.”
A tiny tear slips from her closed eyes. “I’m sorry.”
He pulls her to him with his good arm, folding her against his body. “SShhh! None of that now. We have much to discuss and very little time to do it in.”
She snuggles against him, face buried in his chest. “Will you tell me why you are with Justin?”
“And more but you have to promise to listen to everything before you do anything rash.” He strokes a calmly hand down her back.
“Ok.”
David watches Donnelly as he still huddles in the chair by the window, gazing out into the night as if he is seeing his last few hours on earth. “So what’s gonna happen?”
Justin sips at his beer, watching as the dryads move silently through the house. “I don’t know. Owen’s sleeping soundly now. I overheard one of them tell Grandmother that he’s talking with Eve, although I don’t know how.”
David smiles sadly. “Don’t worry. I do.” He glances at Justin. “Go get some sleep. I’ll wake you in a few hours if nothing happens first.”
“Ok.” Justin downs the last half of his beer and tosses it in the trash. “I’ll call Nalyah and let her know she’s on her own for the night as well.”
Emotions war inside her as Owen finally finishes telling her everything. Her fingers flex, trying to keep from digging into his chest as anger and grief wash over her in waves. “I’d love to drop Getties down the nearest hole right now.” She growls softly.
“I know but what we are doing is far worse for him, I can assure you.” He continues to gently stroke her back.
“I know. I just never thought he would actually stoop this low.” She sighs heavily, breathing in his scent enough to calm her.
“The real question is, what do you want to do about Donnelly?” He turns his head and gently kisses the top of her head.
“If what you say is true, both instances are accidents.” She raises up on one elbow, gazing down at him with tears in her eyes. “I can’t say I’m not angry because I am. But I also think he’s tearing himself up inside more than I ever could. His conscious is more punishment than I could ever inflict.” She closes her eyes to hold back the tears. “And I also forgive him because he didn’t do it intentionally. He reacted without thinking first. Fear does that to a person.” She opens her eyes again, filled with sadness. “I guess my question is, what do you want to do?”
“Protect him so he no longer has to rely on fear.” Owen’s lips twitch up.
“That would mean extending the boundaries.” She frowns, thinking it over.
“And giving Getties less leverage.” He grins. “and another set of eyes to watch over him.”
“Ok. Do what you have to and in my name if necessary.” She sighs softly. “Just let me know immediately if you do so I can at least say I knew about it.” She reaches out and lightly touches the bullet wound. “It still doesn’t look good.”
He grimaces. “It still doesn’t feel quite right although it does feel better.”
She sits up, looking down at the wound intently. She sees the magic in his body circling a small spot of nothingness. “I think something’s still in there that was missed. You’re magic won’t close over one spot.”
“Then Donnelly has to go back in.” He growls out, trying to shift his body into a more comfortable position.
She frowns, her fingers gently touching the spot of nothingness. “That’s weird. I can almost feel it.”
He reaches up and touches her hand. “What we do here our bodies feel there. That is why I told you to be more careful of what you dream about.”
She suddenly realizes her dream wasn’t just a dream and she blushes. “Sorry.”
He tries to laugh but he stops from the pain. “Don’t be. I should’ve warned you it might happen.”
She frowns, her fingers running over the spot again. “So if I can manipulate things here and I can feel where the piece is, does that mean I can get it out?”
His eyes narrow as he thinks about it for a moment. “I don’t know. I don’t know what could happen.”
She focuses on where the magic is tangled, using her own to ‘push’ on the bit of nothingness. Owen gasps, gripping her wrist tightly. She stops, not wanting him to hurt more.
“Don’t stop.” He growls out. “I felt it move. Whatever you just did worked.”
“Are you sure?” She bites her lip in fear.
“Yes.” He closes his eyes, trying to relax his body. “I trust you.”
“Ok.” She works at the bit of nothingness again, watching it slowly move towards the surface of his skin.
“Grandmother! Come quick!” One of the young women steps out of the bedroom just enough to call out.
Grandmother turns, worry in her eyes as she races down the hall. David, Justin, and James follow on her heels, afraid Owen might be getting worse. Another young woman pulls the bandage from Owen’s shoulder, blood seeping through the stitches. She looks up at Grandmother, confusion written all over her face. Owen’s face is contorted in pain, even in his sleep, and sweat rolls off his body.
“Doctor, something is amiss with your patient and my dryads have seen nothing like it before.” Grandmother leans over, inspecting the wound.
James steps up, shocked at the amount of blood pouring through the stitches. “Something not right. He shouldn’t be bleeding.” He grabs a few rags and wipes away as much as he can. A small bubble appears under the skin. He touches it gently. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s hard.”
“Remove the stitches.” Grandmother holds out a small silver knife to him.
“What?” James stares at her in shock.
“Remove the stitches and release whatever is working its way out.” She glares back. “Or I will do it for you.”
He takes the knife, looking back down at the wound. “I’ll do it.”
Eve bites her lip again, trying to not let the nothingness slide back down into his body. She can feel it fighting her at the skin and she tries to push it harder. She can feel Owen getting weaker and him fighting to stay with her in this place. Suddenly the pressure is gone and she hears a soft pop sound. She looks down and sees the magic sliding its way back into place. She sighs in relief and begins using her magic to heal what she can.
James cuts away the last stitch, trying to keep from grinding his teeth in frustration. Suddenly he sees a small metal ball surface above the flowing blood. “Fuck! There was one left!” He grabs a tweezers and plucks it from the wound. “This must have been what I felt but how the hell did it get pushed up so quickly?”
Owen’s body relaxes finally and a soft sigh escapes him. Grandmother smiles down, wiping away the blood as it starts to disappear. “He had help.”
James looks down and nearly stumbles backwards as he watches the wound slowly knit itself back together. “Not possible!”
“There are many things possible, Doctor.” David lays a hand on his shoulder to steady him. “I think it’s time we had that talk now.”
Eyes wide, James lets David steer him away from the bed. “Yes, of course.”
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