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Threesome
By King Cobra3 (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)

Note: This fic was fan requested. No one get pissed at me for writing this. To that fan, I have one thing and ONLY one thing to say: You are welcome.

Warning: The Gargoyles are the property of Buena Vista. Any and all original characters are mine. So leave them alone, unless you ask first. If you don't ask, I'll hack into your computer and read your email. Think I'm bluffing? Maybe I am...Maybe I'm not. Try me.

It was a beautiful day in Manhattan. The sun peeked brightly over the tops of the buildings, those tall skyscrapers that seemed to have no end from the ground level. The sky was an ocean blue, with no cloud linage in sight. The streets of the metropolitan area were, for once, pleasant to look at. The crime rate seemed to be taking a rest today. The city never appeared more serene.

And that was very good news for Becky Rose.

Once a citizen of Minnesota, Becky had relocated to Manhattan when things had started getting bad in her former hometown of Minneapolis. One week before they hovedoved, the young beauty, then 15, had arrived home with her parents following a business dinner at her dad's company, and found their house ransacked. Everything had been turned over or destroyed, and several of her mother's glass valuables had been stolen. Her lifelong collection of priceless antiques from the 1930's and beyond; all gone, stolen by persons unknown and taken to areas unknown.

Becky remembered how her father, Luis, had stomped around the house, heading for the phone upstairs. Approximately two secondser, er, his loud booming voice, asking for the police, was heard from all the way downstairs. Luis had been a big man, widely structured, and his voice got loud when he got pissed. That night, his voice had been the loudest Becky had - or would ever - have heard.

Becky's mother, Sandra, had just broken down. Her valuables were gone, and on the wall of the upstairs bedroom, she had found the words EAT SHIT written in black marker. The graffiti was obscene, and Sandra, who of of a trusting nature, was unable to comprehend that anyone would pull such a stunt, and her mind was lost for a few seconds. Becky comforted her mother as she cried.

Now, back in the present, Becky, now 29, shook the bad memory out of her head. There was no point in going backwards. The damage had been done, and there was no judicial way to change it. She could only look ahead, to the bright future that lay before her. Though things had not improved for her family in this town, Becky had kept a positive attitude, always believing that no matter what, things would be better in the end.

She had taken a job, working at a diner. It was lousy pay, but at least she always got tipped. So if she was ever behind on her rent, she always knew she could count on an extra $100 from a kindly middle aged gentlemen that would help her muddle through. It wasn't just because she was a good waitress. She was, but the tips also usually came from young men who had a hard up for her. She was good looking, with her tan skin, and her blonde-streaked-black hair, and she knew it. She was often the victim of a catcall or attempted pinch from random people while strolling the streets. She met strange men who hit on her everywhere she went. Her beauty knew no bounds. Her only flaw, at least it was a flaw in her eyes, was that she was too short. Standing at only 5'3", Becky often found herself wishing for some extra height whenever Christmas came around.

And as always, Santa failed to deliver.

But she was still good-looking. She could have any man she wanted.

The problem with that, though, was that she didn't want A MAN. She wanted THE MAN. A male who was special, and who recognized how special she was on the inside, somesomeone who would make wolf whistles and slip a hotel room key into his tip money when handing it to her. She wanted someone who appreciated HER, not just her sexy s.
s.

So far such hoping had been futile. Were there NO men like that in Manhattan?

She had begun to wonder.

"Hey, Becky, you sti still on duty!"

Becky flinched. She had been so lost in thought, she had actually forgotten that she was still in the diner. "Huh?"

Her Boss, Marcus Skyler, rolled his eyes. "You're still on afternoon shift, remember? Damn, girl, get outta the third dimension and start serving. We've got hungry customers waiting!"

"Okay...uh, yes...yes...Mr. Skyler."

The balded man turned away and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Sounds like Skyler's on your case again."

Becky looked at her close friend, a mid 20's waiter named John Percell, and smiled wearily.

"Something like that."

"You need a ride home later? I'm heading in your direction, anyway. Tina wants me to get dinner for her at the local Subway, anyway." Tina was Paul's wife.

"No, no thanks. I'll just hitch a cab."

"Okay." Paul approached a table where two old women waited, leaving Becky alone with her thoughts as she went back to work. Paul, ar asr as she knew, had seemed like a nice guy, but she had only known him for two weeks. Not to mention the fact he seemed...odd...occasionally.

Especially at closing time last night, when Becky had seen the shadowed form of a gargoyle gliding overhead under the moon, and had called him over to see for himself. Thinking back, Becky recalled that cold ice that had appeared in Paul's eyes. That strange look that had sent chills up her spine. Becky had replied "Paul, relax. It's not gonna hurt us." and Paul had slowly turned his head to look at her. Needless to say, Becky had never mentioned it to him again.

Becky shook her head, clearing away the memory. She had customers to tend to.

Later that night, Becky, relieved after a long night of work and wanting nothing more then sleep, entered her apartment and suddenly someone's hand went over her mouth before she could turn on the lights.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Gargoyle sympathizer."

It was Paul, and he was not alone.

The light came on, and Becky saw that her home was flooded with at least Fifteen Quarrymen.

Becky tried to scream, but it was a muffled cry, nothing loud enough to get attention from a neighbor who might have investigated.

It got someone's attention, though.

Two large shapes, one brown in color and the other Aqua Blue, crashed though her skylight.

Paul snapped at the nearest Quarryman. "Shoot them!"

The Quarryman, obedient as always, eagerly complied, and Hudson lunged at him, throwing the poor soul through the wall. Becky's apartment soon looked less like a safe dwelling and more like a disaster zone.

"'Ang on, Lass. Help is onna way."

Who just said that? Was it one of the two Gargoyles kicking the Quarrymen's asses?

Despite her terror, Becky hoped so. She had been wanting to meet an actual talking gargoyle ever she had moved here. It was evident, however, that Paul, her assailant, was not as ecstatic as she was.

"Destroy the filthy monsters!"

Shoving his victim to the floor not too gently, Paul pulled a hammer out of his belt and charged it. Becky looked on, horrified, as the electric charge appeared at the hammer's blund. Pd. Paul marched rapidly toward the old brown one, eyes shining with insane hatred and glee. The old Gargoyle was too busy fighting the extra Quarrymen to notice his attacker coming for him from behind. Becky screamed a warning. "Look out!"

Hearing her cry, Hudson knocked down the closest attacker and whipped around to see Paul swinging the hammer at him. Hudson, om impulse, threw himself onto his back on the floor, out of harm's wThe The angry Quarryman's hammer whistled through the air as it come down at Hudson again. Reacting quickly, the aged creature brandished his sword and swung it straight up, knocking the deadly weapon out of Paul's hands and sending it skittering across the floor.

Hudson leaped to his feet, and before Paul could react, grabbed him by the shirt, slamming his head roughly but cautiously into the wall.

Paul fell unconscious. The rest of them were out as well.

Becky looked up at the two gargoyles, and her face split open into a wide grin.

"GARGOYLES! Actual...living...breathing...Gargoyles!"

Hudson cocked his head, and raised an eyebrow. "Eh?"

Becky climbed to her feet, extremely and unreasonably jubilated.

"I'm a member of the PIT group, the People for Interspecies Tolerance. I've always DREAMED of meeting you guys in person!" Broadway looked at Hudson, and shrugged. The human woman's excitement was largely blatant to them, but it was still unusual to see a human actually showing admiration to them instead of fear.

Becky, noting their startled glance, was quick to respond. "Oh, don't worry! Inot not usually this hyper or anything. It's just such a thrill to me, interacting with my winged protectors." Hudson smiled warmly. " 'Winged Protectors.' I sure like the sound of that." Becky smiled, then suddenly remembered the Quarrymen lying motionless in her living room. "So what are we going to do about them?" Hudson gazed at the bodies, and replied in a somber fashion. "Aye, lass. Let us handle it."

Becky, regaining her senses, nodded genuinely. "You guys take care of them while I 911 911."

Five minutes, having completed her call and reassured that the police were on their way, Becky returned to her living room and was surprised to see her attackers, still unconscious, all tied up in groups. Paul hung by his wrists from a rope tied to Becky's Italian chandelier. Hudson and Broadway looked up at her as she looked spellbound by the quick job. "You guys work fast."

Broadway smiled. "That's part of our nature. If given the chance, gargoyles would probably make incredible marathon runners." He frowned, remembering his manners. They were guests in a strange surrounding, and he wanted to introduce himself. "My name is Broadway, and this is Hudson."

"I'm Rebecca Rose, though I prefer being called Becky." Her eyes flashed. "How did you two know I was in danger anyway?"

Broadway had an answer ready. "I saw them a mile away. Hudson and I swooped down when we saw them climb up your fire escape, and we watched, waiting to see what would happen. When we saw the lights come on, we know we had to intercede right then."

Becky smiled. You guys saved my life. How can I repay you?" Hudson closed his eyes wearily.

"Aye, Lass, life for a 'Argoyle is not about being repaid, but being a protector."

Becky frowned. "I still want to pay you guys back. Maybe..." Her words were cut off by a knock on the door. "Who is it?"

"NYPD, ma'am."

Becky gestured wildly to her balcony and the gargoyles dashed out of the room hiding on the balcony. Becky wiped the hair out of her eyes, trying to look composed, lest she give away her excitement and ignite the officer's suspicions. "Come in!"

The door opened and several cops, led by a middle aged African-American policeman, entered. "Ma'am, I'm Officer Morgan. You called regarding a Quarryman attack?" Becky nodded, acting calm to keep from giving away the fact that there were Gargoyles outside. "They... broke into my apartment and tried to assault me."

Morgan pulled a notepad out of his chest pocket. "I just need a statement, ma'am. Do you have any idea why these guys attacked you?"

Becky thought about it. "Well, I'm a member of PIT. I imagine that upset them..." she jerked her head in Paul's direction. "...Especially since one of my so-called friends was an apparent Quarryman and was also familiar with my social habits."

Morgan looked at the bound forms littered around the room, most of whom were coming to and being led out by several cops. Those who didn't were carried out strung across the cops' shoulders or were helped to stagger out. Morgan shook his head and whistled, awestruck. "How did you subdue them?" Becky had to think fast. "Well, uh..."

Morgan looked up at her, obviously expecting an answer. Becky thought, and an idea came to mind. But would he buy it? Becky decided she had to break the tension and try. "I...studied martial arts."

Morgan frowned. He didn't believe her, but he decided to play along, though she was clearly embellishing. "Did you?" Becky nodded.

~What a relief! He believes me!~ she thought feverishly. What she was SPEAKING was "Yeah. Almost seven years. I have a black belt." She grinned convincingly. "I could probably take Jackie Chan!"

Morgan sighed. The young woman was obviously lying, but what else could he do? He thanked Becky for her testimony and left. As soon as they were gone, Hudson and Broadway re-entered from the balcony. Becky looked relieved. "I thought you guys would've flown off or something."

"Aye, lass, we woulda...but Broadway begged we stay."

"Why?"

Hudson smirked. "The lad said he wanted to be rewarded for 'is brav'ry."

Becky smiled. "So what do you guys want? Money? Food?"

"Actually," Broadway suggested. "I have something else in mind."

Hudson knew what Broadway was hinting at, and tried to restrain him from such thought. "But, Lad, what of Angela?" Broadway looked at his leader, slightly pissed. "Hudson, Angela dumped me for Brooklyn, remember?" Hudson nodded. "Aye, must be my old age."

"Or your brain took a relapse," Broadway muttered.

"Eh?"

"Nothing." Broadway replied innocently. He looked at Becky. "Come on. Let's get that reward now."

"It's in the kitchen," Becky informed the rotund creature, leading the way into her sparkling kitchen, which looked like something out of a Sears Catalog. Broadway whistled appreciatively at the beautiful white tiled wall design. Hudson remained imposed, looking gruffly at the surroundings. It was not the nicest place that he had been to, but, for Hudson, it was pretty close to perfection as beauty could get. "Tis' a nice kitchen, lass."

Becky smiled, pleased. "Thanks." Her smile faded as she opened her refrigerator and pulled out a large chocolate cake, setting it on the table. Broadway suddenly looked like a child in a toy store. He began to salivate slightly.

Becky nodded at him. "Do you guys like cake?"

Broadway exploded in a rush of enthusiasm. "Do we?!" He practically jumped onto the table, scarfing down helping after helping of rich chocolate heaven without even offering his mentor or his new friend a bite. Hudson and Becky looked at each other, surprised, and both feeling equally queasy.

When Broadway was done, Becky asked "So what do you guys want to do now?"

"I have a few ideas," Broadway answered meaningfully.

Hudson groaned. "Nay, Laddie. We best be moving off. The ideas you be thinkin' are unethical." Broadway looked at his mentor, his leader, his friend, for a while before speaking. "But, Hudson, she's offering us a piece of ass!" Becky looked startled, but smiled at the statement.

Hudson didn't know what to do. Should he participate in this foolhardy little game of Broadway's? The aged warrior did not want to admit it, but he felt getting pretty excited by the idea of a threesome, even if it was immoral to his life's beliefs. Hudson pondered for what seemed like an eternity, before he decided 'the hell with it' and looked, smiling, at his two companions, before exclaiming, "Broadway, lad, let us get our foreplay accomplished!"

***

THE NEXT EVENING

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Becky's pain wracked screams bounced off the walls as Hudson rolled on top of her, his great bulk nearly pressing her ribs into her lungs. The three of them had been engaged in sexual foreplay for ten minutes now, and Becky hawaysways fathomed the idea of a threesome.

But not like this!

Becky shrieked again as Hudson mounted, his huge member pushing itself so far between her legs that her body moaned in pain. Broadway and Hudson were the two fattest beings--human or not--that had had ever seen. She was regretting promising to repay them for her kindness.

Here she was now, underneath Hudson as he was shooting his seed into her. Becky screamed in unbearable agony. Having sex with Hudson made Becky feel like an ant trying to hump an elephant. Becky screamed as the rocking, as well as Hudson's weight, broke the bed down.

Why was this so painful? She had done it with them the night before, and it hadn't hurt then. What was the problem? Then she remembered how, after the sexual intercourse, Hudson and Broadway had both raided her fridge like starving children. The added calorie intake probably added more weight onto their already massive shapes. Becky had been so sleepy last night that she hadn't noticed how much her bed sunk or groaned under the weight of two heavy gargoyles.

Unfortunately, Becky had been rudely awakened by two Gargoyle tails swishing against her buttocks and stomach while she tried to sleep. How annoying! Especially after Broadway had sleepily mumbled "Sorry, Becky. Can't control 'em" and she kept getting rudely awakened by tails slapping against her. They were worse then having snakes in her bed!

Of course, Becky found herself questioning why she would have done it with them a second time, but then, major alcohol consumption, as a result of stress, can do things to people. So that explained it, at least in her slightly drunken mind.

~I was better off with the Quarrymen!~ Her mind screamed as Hudson slid off her. Becky only had time to take a couple of quick shallow breaths before...

"My turn!" Beck heard Broadway cheer from somewhere on the bed.

~Oh, god no. Not again.~

Becky closed her eyes, trying to bite off the agony, as Broadway pulled his great mass onto her scrawny frame and entered her, massaging her breasts in the meantime. "Get...off...ME!" Becky screamed as her lungs felt like they were going to explode. His weight made it impossible for her to breathe.

Broadway paused what he was doing and looke her her. "Huh?"

"You're TOO FAT!" Becky screamed, her pain giving way to anger. "Look at me! I'm THIN! You two weigh more then Drew Carey and Roseanne's love child!!! Yet you're riding me like I'm a farm animal!!! What do you think I am, a fucking mule?!"

Hudson looked pissed. "We save your ass, and you reward us by acting 'sterical?" He looked at Broadway and they pulled on their loincloths. "Come, Broadway, we'll be going now."

They left, leaping off the balcony and spreading their wings to reach the castle before sunrise.

Becky sighed in relief over the fact that she would never see them again. Tomorrow she would hand her PIT leaders her resignation...and then pay a visit to John Castaway for Quarryman recruitment. Becky leaned back to flop onto her bed. Unfortunately, she had forgotten that her mattress was now floor level and Becky fell back onto her ass on the mattress.

"Ouch!"

Groaning in pain, rubbing her butt, Becky scowled and staggered to her feet, slightly dazed. Jesus, was that the worst incident in her entire life! What had she been thinking, allowing herself to get mated by two huge gargoyles? She must have been out of her gourd.

Limping stiffly, Becky headed to the kitchen to make herself a snack and calm down. She needed some relaxation after the experience she'd just had. A nice soothing turkey sandwich with some Cherry Pepsi would be just what the doctor ordered.

***

3 MONTHS LATER

"Oh, I don't fucking believe it!"

Becky gasped in horror as she stared at the pregnancy test. Instead of the minus sign which she had been hoping for, there was a bright green adding sign on it which meant only one thing. One thing that both pleased and sickened her.

Becky was pregnant. And she felt shocked, and yet strangely excited, by this bit of news.

Who was the father? Was it that mid-20's guy she had met at the restaurant? Was it the handsome college kid that had struck up a conversation with her on the subway? Or was it...

Becky's eyes closed in annoyance.

Oh, please god, no...

It COULDN'T be one of the Gargoyles. She refused to believe that it was. She tried to convince herself that one of those two hornbirds was not the father of her child. But there was only one way to know for sure. She had to find the two guys from the restaurant and the subway and get them both to have a blood test before she had a sperm test done for herself. If she could prove that one of those two guys was her baby's daddy, then that excluded Broadway and Hudson from parental responsibility, which was something she desperately hoped would happen.

***

Hudson, the TV watcher as always, smirked at Broadway, who was trying to stuff a large cake, several Brownies, and ten slices of Pizza into his mouth without choking or vomiting. "Aye, laddie. Verily, your eatin' leaves much tah be desired." Broadway chuckled, showing Hudson a good luck of all the food crammed in his large mouth. The old gargoyle looked back at the TV, thoroughly sickened. "Hey, Hudson, I'm going to go see Becky. Do ya wanna come?"

"Aye, Lad, but we make this fast. There's supposed to be a Scooby-Doo marathon in ten minutes."

"Okay," Broadway and Hudson flew off, headed for Becky's place.

***

Becky was making herself a nice salami sandwich when she heard it. That loud, obnoxious, aggravating sound that made every bone in her body feel like she was chewing on tinfoil.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Becky stomped to the door, and threw it open swiftly, drawing forth an expression of surprise from the Aqua gargoyle that was standing in front of her. He quickly recovered, and smiled. "Hey, Becky." The friendliness was not returned. Becky urged him inside with a movement of her hand, slamming the door behind Hudson as he followed Broadway. The rotund Aqua creature gazed adoringly at Becky's surroundings before looking at her. "So, what's new with you?"

Becky ignored the question. "How did you find me? I moved out of my old apartment."

"You should move during the day, babe, when I'm stone. Otherwise, you'll always have a surveillance system tracking you."

Becky paused before speaking. Did she really want to do this, remembering all the shit Hudson and Broadway had placed her through? But she had to. Her parents had raised her responsibly, so that made it her necessity to tell the father the news about their human child, their half-ling.

Besides, even if the father knew, did she mean she'd have to see them again? No.

Becky closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, steeling herself for the expected reaction. "I'm pregnant."

***

Broadway stared at the human female for what seemed like an eternity, unable to believe his ears. Was this true? It had to be. Becky wou would not have waited all this time just to play a prank on Gar Gargoyles. No one would, at least as far as the fat warrior knew. But who was the father? Him---or Hudson?

"Broadway, I went to get a sperm test done. I'm carrying your child."

The large gargoyle stared at her, comprehension not becoming apparent instantly as these words sunk into his melon head. "You mean...we're having an egg?"

Becky nodded, suddenly wondering what the hell had driven her to this in the first place. Hudson was staring at her, startled, and then walked away, exiting through the door into the hall. "G'day, Lad. I've got me a marathon to watch. Ach!" With that, Hudson was gone, wings flapping, as he leaped through the overhead skylight in the hallway

Broadway seemed excited, however. He began to rant endlessly his plans for when the egg came. How he would take care of it and proclaim Becky as his mate before the clan, how he would roost on Becky's roof from now on. Ignoring the pale look of horror dawning on his visitor's face, Broadway pressed on, emphasizing the way he, as well as their child, would start eating all the food in Becky's fridge to keep their strength up. And, last, but not least, Broadway started to babble about how he and Becky would be together forever and forever and forever and forever...

And that was when Becky screamed in terror, slugged Broadway in the jaw, and kicked him into the hallway, screaming "I CAN HANDLE IT BY MYSELF!!!!" When she was gone from his sight, Broadway rubbed his jaw and got off the floor. He could NOT believe what Becky had just done. Maybe she was on her monthly time? He got up and knocked on the door. "Becky?"

"FUCK OFF, YOU HIDEOUS FREAK!!!!"

Frowning, slightly offended, Broadway kept knocking on her hardwood door, not wanting to give up. "Come on, Beck, we can work things out!" The door opened, and Broadway smiled as Becky appeared. He opened his arms, intending to give her an affectionate hug.

And choked as Becky sprayed the water gun in his face before slamming the door.

Broadway wiped the water out of his eyes, and squinted at the closed white door, thinking maybe he had done something wrong. That could be what the situation was, and why Becky wouldn't talk to him. As he turned and leaped out the skylight, he muttered one thing under his breath.

"Gee, I wonder what her problem was?"

***

Becky fumed, almost mercilessly, as she drove home through the mean streets of Manhattan. What had she been THINKING, going to Broadway and admitting that she was going to have his baby? Becky thought, with a feeling of amusement that calmed her slightly, that she must have hit the crack pipe one too many times. She mush seriously be losing it, thinking that she could put up with that blue slob for even a microsecond. Looking back, the perspective was laughable.

Once Becky was parked in her underground parking lot, She went up to her apartment, took her key out of her purse, unlocked the door, swinging it open --

--and then she screamed when Becky saw Broadway and Hudson, along with five other gargoyles, one of which had no wings and seemed to be a ground-oriented beast, waiting in her living room, all engaged in different activities. Lex and Brooklyn watched a motorcycle road show on TV, while Broadway cooked, his back to her. Goliath, Angela, and Hudson all sat on Becky's crumpled couch, talking. Bronx dozed at Hudson's feet.

Broadway's face, from over his shoulder, looked up in her direction, hearing a scream, and smiled when he saw Becky staring at him from the door, mouth open, her jaw dropped so far down it looked cartoon-ish. "Evening, Becky."

"Wha...well, what is...what the hell is THIS!?"

Broadway frowned and spun his entire huge frame around to face her, and for the first time, Becky saw the rotund gargoyle wearing a huge black spandex outfit that stretched every flabby inch of his gelatinous body. Broadway smiled and asked "Do you like it?" before breaking into a goofy dance, shaking every flabby fold of his body. Becky grimaced and, had to swallow to resist the bile that was rising in her throat.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Broadway sounded concerned. Becky, unable to cope with the reality of what was happening, could only gasp out, "Oh...dear god. Where did you get that?"

Broadway smiled, full of such jolly humor that Becky wanted to strangle him. "I got it frois eis exercise guru. For some reason, he seemed really happy to hand it over after I jumped through his ceiling." His smile faded. "I wonder why?"

~I can guess,~ was Becky's responsive thought, just as she passed out.

***

Looking down intensively at the unconscious human female sprawled on her floor, Brooklyn's sho shot up towards the other concerned clan members. "She really seems to like you, Broadway," he muttered sarcastically. "And I thought the incident with Maggie was bad; this is a million times worse."

"Brooklyn's right, Broadway," Lex agreed. "From her reaction, she can't stand you." He caught Broadway's furious glare. "But if you want to marry her, that's fine with me."

"Me, too," Brooklyn responded, looking down at the beauty, "She's no Maggie, but she's a hottie." Angela smacked his arm, with gentle anger. "Uh, that is, I meant, Uh..." Brooklyn's voice trailed off.

Angela and Goliath agreed. Only Hudson seemed offset by this, which was made clear by his disgusted "Ach!" Everyone looked at him, especially Broadway, who suddenly seemed worried. "What's wrong, Hudson?" The old warrior snarled at him contemptuously. "She was mine, you wee devil, and you stole her soul from me!"

Broadway looked startled, and a little resilient, at that, but before he could say or do anything, Hudson tackled him, knocking Mr. Fatass to the floor. Hudson drew his sword, but Broadway's swiping clawng ing it out of his hand. "She's muh girl, ye usurper!" Hudson was beyond control. Broadway tried to throw his mentor off, but Hudson was too filled with jealous rage to be budged too much.

"Get off!" Broadway half-gasped, half-growled. Hudson's immediate response was to growl angrily, and swipe his taloned fingers, leaving three huge bloody streaks across Broadway's stocky face. The Aqua gargoyle roared in pain, as the nastiness of the slash sunk into his raw flesh, and he kicked Hudson off. The rest of the clan tried to hold Broadway and Hudson apart, but such attempt was like standing in between two tanks rushing towards each other and trying to halt them with a water gun. Hudson and Broadway both reacted violently, sweeping the other gargoyles across the room, even Goliath, who smashed into the living room wall, and slid to the carpeted floor, unconscious, leaving a massive indentation upon the plywood wall.

Hudson growled, his eyes flaring, as he struggled with his colleague, lng fng furious punches and swipes to the younger fat gargoyle's chest. Broadway, deciding he's had enough, got his feet into the foray, and lashed out, kicking Hudson across the floor, where the old Gargoyle's back plowed into Becky's glass shelf aligning one portion of the wall. Hudson grunted in pain, and, seeing his sword close by, snatched the blade up, keeping it leveled at Broadway. "Have at thee, then!"

Broadway rushed him then, an angry barreling creature that seemed to be made of nothing but bared teeth and talon. Time to teach Hudson a lesson in jealousy, make him back off of BROADWAY'S girl. They collided, a maddened scuffle that made the previous match seem like a puppet show. Wearily, the gargoyles, regaining consciousness, looked up at Hudson and Broadway, who were both slashing, punching, and kicking at each other rapidly. It was like a scene out of hell. But things were about to get a lot worse.

The floor caved in, sending all in the room crashing down to the level below. Fortunately, the apartment under Becky's had been vacant, so no one was there to be injured, save the Gargoyles and the luckless woman, who was coming to, when the floor moved down a floor, with a tornado of dust and debris.

Becky came to, coughing, and gagging upon the dust. Broadway just lay on his fat back wheezing like someone who'd been smoker for forty years. Hudson was just as winded, choking and trying in vain to stand up, his large frame keeping him anchored to the dust-ridden floorboards. The rest of the clan were unconscious. Broadway, grabbing the wall, managed to somehow hoist himself to his feet, and Becky took the chance to scream in his face, unleashing her pent-up frustration.

"What the HELL are you doing!?" Becky raved, looking mad as hell. Then her hand drew into a point and she shot it in the direction of the knocked-out gargoyles, her voice cutting like ice. "And why the hell are they here!?" Broadway tried to soothe her. "Relax, Becky, I brought them with me so they could meet you. After our first night together, the clan has been wanting to know you!"

"Well... I don't want to know ANY of you!!!" Becky was very, veisseissed off, and Broadway's brain couldn't recognize why. The fat was getting to his intelligence, and he showed this by asking one simple question. "Why not?"

"Why NOT?!" Becky screamed, her voice rising several octaves. "Ever since I've met you, I've been attacked by Quarrymen! You nearly crushed me into my bed! You raided my fridge! You and Hudson fight over me! I'm carrying your baby that will probably end up looking like a freak from hell, and you want to help me raise it, which would drive me crazy for the rest of my life! And you ask me WHY NOT?!!" Becky personally felt like strangling him right then. She could barely restrain herself from doing something stupidly drastic. It was hard to do so, though.

It was at this point that Broadway grinned, like nothing was wrong between them, put his arm around her, and asked her, in the most suave voice possible for a gargoyle, "I was going to wait for my clan to wake up, but," He nurtured her shoulder reassuringly. "Would you be my life mate? You're already carrying my hatchling."

Becky grimaced in disgust. "Oh, hell, no!" She pushed Broadway's arm off, and ran out to get to her car, leaving the Aqua gargoyle to look surprised by her quick exit. Since her apartment was demolished, Becky Rose would have to stay at a hotel for a while. Or maybe a relative's house. Like her parents' place.

Hell, she'd live in a bomb shelter buried 3,000 feet down if it would keep the gargoyles away!

Becky smiled at the thought. How nice and serene the thought of peace and quiet without dealing with Broadway's boisterous nature would be, how soothing the absence of any winged creatures would be! It would be a dream come true after all the shit she'd suffered the last several weeks!

After Becky ran off, and Broadway followed, protesting, Hudson's attentive gaze shifted to the rest of the clan, all of whom were awakening. "Aye, come on, lads," he looked up at the hole in the ceiling. "Let us get the lass's things relocated to the castle."

***

Broadway chased after her the entire way, yelling, pleading, begging for her to come back inside so he could proclaim her as his mate before the clan, but Becky wanted nothing more to do with this insane experience. This was madness! Why the hell she had so defensive towards Gargoyles all those weeks ago she had no idea. Back then, she had been Becky Rose, a nice girl who had believed that the "monsters" were docile creatures that deserved respect. Now, she couldn't stand them. Broadway was going to end up sending her to a mental ward if this kept up!

Jumping into her driver's seat, Becky revved the engine, and when Broadway rushed towards her retreating vehicle, he plowed face first into the side of the car, allowing Becky to laugh at his expense. That would teach the idiot. She swerved out onto the main highway, heading eastbound, and then something landed on her roof, denting in her car, and Becky screamed. "GET OFF MY CAR, YOU WINGED MONSTER!!!"

"But Becky..." She could hear Broadway's booming voice even through the closed car window and above the roar of the midday traffic. "We can work things out, babe!"

Becky saw the low-hanging tunnel nearby and zoomed towards it. "I'm NOT your "babe"!"

Broadway, who was standing up, preparing to punch a hole into Becky's car roof, looked up and saw the fast-approaching low tunnel.

"Uh...oh..."

WHAMPF!

Broadway was knocked off the car, and landed on his back in the road, head throbbing terrible. Getting thrown off the car wasn't what he had been expecting, but, hey, maybe it was Becky's way of telling him "okay, let's work it out."

Not taking the hint, Broadway flared his wings and glided at high speed, following the fleeing yellow Pinto.

***

Becky laughed in adrenalin-induced excitement as she exited the tunnel. Sure, her car roof had been scraped off, but it was worth it to get rid of that fat loser Broadway! Finally! Becky had begun to believe that she would NEVER have been free of him!

That thought returned when Becky glanced at her rearview mirror.

"Oh, no..."

There it was. The distant but unmistakable shape that could be nothing but a gargoyle. Becky could not bve hve her rotten luck. How the fuck did Broadway even survive a head-on collision with a low tunnel, much less being flung off into the road? The gods must be against her.

Cursing angrily under her restrained breath, Becky pulled out into the main flow of the highway, shooting past other vehicles and allowing the current to take her wherever it wanted, like she was in water or something. Right then, Becky didn't care where she went, just so long as it kept her away from him! She shot out of the flooded intersection, going well over 200 MPH.

Cruising rapidly, shooting constant glances at the gliding creature behind her, Becky nearly screamed when she saw that somehow, he was zooming in, keeping speed with her car so he could drop in and be sitting next to her. Becky swerved sharply to the left to avoid this from happening. But to no avail. Broadway folded his wings behind him in a clear intention to dive towards the car, and Becky, to her terror, took her eyes off the road to look wildly up at him. Reverting her gaze to the road, Becky screamed and tried to slam on the brakes. But it was too late.

Becky Rose dived out of the driver's side as the onrushing Chevrolet rammed into her Pinto, sending the small car screeching backwards in a bone-crunching sound of crashing metal, and a lightshow of yellowed sparks. Broadway, amidst the chaos, began looking for Becky, who, seeing that Central Park was before him, its' entrance way open to her like a welcomed exit sign, got up from the ground, and dashed quickly, hiding amongst the trees, using the branches as cover as she sprinted. She had to get away from Blue Romeo!

Looking up as she heard Broadway calling, "Becky! Where are you?!" the frightened woman continued her frantic dash through the concealed layout of the park. Since the tree branches, luckily, gave her protection from the searching eyes of her constantly persistent suitor above, Becky found it fairly easy to make her way to the other side of the park about a half-hour later, where a dumpy joint entitled "Lenny's Beer" seemed to be almost awaiting her.

Stumbling inside, Becky paused and took in all the scenery of the place. It was dark and poorly lit, with lava lamps casting blue light around the small area. Several patrons lined the tables and the counter, all drinking their scotch and bourbon and gin and alcohol extensively, while at the front counter, the barkeep was wiping and cleaning several sets of used beer glasses. Loud, hip music flooded the airwaves of Lenny's, and Becky, glancing across to the the other side of the bar, smiled as she watched several young people from their early 20's to late 30's dancing a drunken waltz as the music played, blaring over the speakers shelved in corners of the ceilings. For Becky's perfectly imbalanced psyche, this was a perfect place to unwind. She took her place on a stool at the bar. "Could I have a shot of bourbon, please?"

"Got I.D.?" the barkeep, who Becky saw from his nametag, was named Lenny, requested, in a gruffly-hoarse voice that seemed to match the personality and style of this place. Becky nodded, opening her purse, and handing him her state I.D. After he inspected it, Lenny nodded, handing the identification back to her, and went to get her that drink. When he had returned with it, Becky drowned it in two quick swallows, then, feeling slightly dizzy, requested another one, and he obliged. About ten glasses, Becky could barely remain sitting in her stool. Mumbling a drunken "Thank you" companioned with a few hiccups, Becky Rose staggered outside.

"My car?" she slurred to herself. "Where's my fuckin' car?" She snickered, not entirely aware of what she was doing. "Oh, yeah, the, uh, the gargoyle (HIC!)... t-t-trashed it..." At this point, the intoxicated young woman started for no reason other then the fact that her trashed car seemed funny to her right then, and it was amusing, and Becky spent the entire majority of ten minutes laughing before she collapsed into an exhausted and hammered sleep.

***

Broadway soared over the entire park for what seemed like an eternity, searching for his mate, his love. When an entire hour had passed and he didn't find her, Broadway began to feel panicked. Where could Becky, who, for some reason, was trying to entice him by playing hard to get, have gone? She certainly hadn't vanished into thin air.

Should he go back, get Hudson, maybe all of them? Start a searching party?

He would have to do something. And soon. Broadway was not about to leave Becky all alone out here in a dangerous place by herself. No matter what the cost, gargoyles protect. In the late evening sky, no one noticed as a hugely-framed shape soared towards the direction of Becky's section of Manhattan...

***

Broadway landed in the castle courtyard, wings flaring around his frame. Hudson greeted him with a worried expression as the adolescent gargoyle landed soundlessly on the stone exterior. "Wha' be the problem, lad?"

Broadway was wild-eyed with worry. "It's Becky. She got kidnapped or something. I mean, she wouldn't just leave me!" Hudson tried to comfort the gargoyle that he loved like his own son, putting a reassuring arm around his shoulder and leading fatso into the castle. Once they were inside, Hudson gently shoved the younger warrior into his reclining chair and questioned him, with an air of superiority, what had happened.

"I-I don't know," Broadway responded, sounding mildly exhaus "S "She lost control of her car or something, cruising at 115 MPH for nearly two miles before she got into a car wreck. Last I saw of her, she was headed north in Central Park, and then I lost her!" Broadway began to cry. "She must be all alone in that awful place, begging for someone to help her. She could be hurt!"

***

Becky was not hurt.

She was just so drunk, she was unconscious. Fading in and out of awareness, the plastered woman was only slightly aware of her surroundings. Somedy bdy bar loomed over her nearby, its' designed appearance seeming to loom over her like a ferocious beast from the depths of hell. She screamed then, a sound of terror mixed with a drunken gurgle, as she staggered to her feet, reality setting in as best as possible for someone in her state of mind. Becky's tarnished mind tried to grasp what had happened, but it was slippery, some elusive THING that pulled itself away from her every second. It was only about twenty minutes later that some sense of rational memory returned, and Becky realized, through murky thoughts, that Broadway could very possibly still be searching for her.

Which meant she'd have to keep moving.

Becky treaded ground, stumbling blindly through the shrubs and out onto the sidewalks of central Manhattan. She didn't give a shit where she went, as long as it was away from those fucking gargoyles.

She paused, half-way through her journey. Which way to go now?

Her apartment? Nah, too risky. Besides, they knew where she lived, and, also, it was demolished.

A friend's place? No. What friend would accept her being the way was was at the moment, and with as wild a story as she had experienced?

The police? That was a possibility. In fact, it was her only choice.

Alone, and drunk, Becky ignored the curious glances of the city onlookers as she stumbled towards the police station.

***

Nestled in front of her office computer, Detective Elisa Maza typed rapidly, her fingers speeding through the keys as she typed out her crime scene report, in her preparation to deliver it to Chavez. Hearing the sudden BANG of the front entrance slamming shut, Elisa looked up reflexively to see a young girl, in her mid 20's, stagger into the precinct. Her manner was wobbly, and she had obviously been drinking. Before anyone could react to this girl, Elisa, for some reason known only to her unconscious instinctabbeabbed the girl's wrist, and led her into the interrogation room.

Once they were inside, with the door shut and locked securely behind them, Elisa regarded her surprise visitor suspiciously. Who was this drunken pedestrian that had wandered vicariously into her place of employment? Did she need help? Maybe she’d been in a car accident. It wouldn’t surprise the deive.ive. She’d seen people like this get into auto wrecks before...

“What’s your name?” Maza reacted strictly, letting her “Don’tk wik with me” tough cop attitude come to the surface. The girl looked ar thr through bloodshot eyes. She looked like hell.

“I’m...(HIC) Becky...Becky R-Rose...”

Elisa started, unable to believe her ears. THE Becky Rose? The human woman that Broadway had fallen for hard? Elisa recalled how excited Broadway had been when he had first told the clan about Becky. Elisa had been there, and she could how much Becky’s presence in Broadway’s life pleased him. Maybe she should let him know that Becky was here, even if she did look like hell.
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The policewoman made up her mind, and excused herself from the Interrogation, making sure to lock the door behind her, in case Becky tried to escape. Though why would she? Becky did not yet know that there were humans in the Manhattan Clan. Still, Elisa wasn’t taking any chances.

Picking up the phone in her office, she began to dial the number of the Eyrie Building, waiting patiently for the lobby security to put her in touch with Xanatos himself. After what seemed an eternity, the billionaire finally picked up with that usual suave voiced “Hello?”

“Xanatos, it’s Elisa. We have a...” She lowered her voice so that no one could hear. “A situation. I need to speak to Goliath, and then, Broadway...”

***

Becky slowly regained her senses, blinking rapidly to take in her surroundings. Last night had been a blurry dream to her, a simple evening that had become too much of a rush of time for her. She couldn’t remember past going to Lenny’s last night, and now she was lying on her couch.

Her couch.

Thank god. It was only a dream, a hideous nightmare that had invaded her sleep, probably as a bad result of too much Ice Cream before bedtime. The woman chuckled to herself. Even that had happened to her, all the gargoyles, everything, had just a figment of her stressed mind. What a relief! Becky wanted to laugh.

“Evening, babe!” Broadway’s shining pee peered too closely into hers, and Becky screamed, feeling some of that relief subside into horrified desperation. It hadn’t been a dream after all!

~No!” her mind screamed. ~No no no no no!~

Broadway smiled down at her, completely oblivious to her agonized reaction. “Guess what, Becky?”

“What?” the woman heard herself groaning, despite herself.

Broadway’s grin became bigger then ever. “You and I became official mates last night!” Becky stared, unable to believe.t? Ot? Oh, god, no... Had she been THAT drunk? Becky realized to her horror that, yes, she had been.

Turning her face to the ceiling of Castle Wyvern’s Living Room, Becky Rose began to scream in petrified fear.

***

6 YEARS LATER...

Becky trembled, unable to gather what was left of her shattered sanity, as she just stood there with her new mate, Broadway, and their child, their hatchling, named Mallory. At age three in Gargoyle years, Mallory already seemed as fat and hunger-driven as her father Broadway. The proud father beamed at his half-ling offspring as she wolfed down on a huge steak and cheese submarine sandwich. "That's my girl!" Broadway cheered happily, lifting his surprised daughter up in his arms and hugging her affectionately. "Who's Daddy's little girl? Huh? Huh?"

Becky only watched the two silently, letting her desperate longing for freedom, as she had for a long time now, drift to her senses, but she did not expret opt openly, when her family was around. But she could still think it, a small, pleading request that no one would ever hear for as long as Becky Rose would live.

"Please...help...somebody, help..."

Becky could not believe how unbelievably horrible fate had been to her the last six years. First, she had mated herself to the most annoying, most terrifying suitor she had ever had, then he had insisted on four times a week, basically condemning her body to a pancake formation e dae days, and now, just recently, her hair had begun to gray, and she was only thirty-five years old!

There was a sudden knock at the castle door, and Broadway and Hudson both smiled, their faces brightening instantly. Broadway grabbed Becky’s arm and nearly ripped it free of its’ socket dragging her to the door. “We’ve got visitors, babe!” Hudson opened the door to greet their company. Becky, praying for salvation but also fearing wor worse, turned away from the door.

Broadway and Hudson smiled as Burbank and Hollywood entered the room, grasping their arms in a friendly handshake. Broadway looked, beaming, at his unrelenting wife. “Honey, look!” Becky turned around, smiling falsely, as she planned a way out of this, but her forged humor faded when she saw the clones. Oh, dear god, two were bad enough, but FOUR?!

Becky began to scream uncontrollably. Her mind was just about to crack from all this, and she couldn’t handle herself beingart art of all this very well.

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!”

The End.

Well, I seriously hope that I haven't offended anybody with this fic. It was a fan request, so if I have, you still can't bitch at me for it.

King Cobra3

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