randomplaces | Gargoyles' reality. Castle Wyvern. Wedding bells.

Goliath looked out over the large room, his eyes resting on the gathering of the Manhattan clans and their friends and kin. Everyone was there but for their alternate brethren and Lex and Emily. The latter two were watching the event via closed-circuit television from Lex's hospital room, and the former... well, he hoped they were going to be here soon.

Behind him Hudson muttered and grumbled nervously, and he glanced over his shoulder. "Peace, old friend. All will be well."

"Sez the bloke that just hit the wall agin this verra mornin'," returned Hudson with uncharacteristic heat, then sighed and turned away to pace.

Goliath closed the door to the groom's room and walked over to pour the old gargoyle a drink of the wine that David had brought in earlier.

That worthy individual was contemplating the window, his hands folded behind his back. "Claw's new wife is a lovely woman."

"Aye." Hudson knocked back his drink and slumped into a chair. "Part 'o me's wishin' Lucy 'n I had just done as they did."

"No you're not," said Goliath calmly. "You decided on this for Lucy."

"Aye." The old one sighed.

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Guinevere smiled. "I had every confidence that you would."

Elisa laughed at her faux pau, then placed Hope in her counterpart's arms. Hope looked up just a little bit confused. This looked kinda like Mommy, but wasn't Mommy. "Miiih?"

That got a strange look out of Broadway. "Baby sister?"

"Oh, jeeze," Lex laughed. "I gotta remember that."

"Aunty," Elisa told her gently. "Hi, sweetheart. You're beautiful... ooof! Who asked you?" She poked her belly.

"Uh." Broadway looked up. "Yeah. We had some genome mapping done... Hudson's my dad."

"It wasn't love at first sight," warned Emily. "Or romantic love, anyway. You were the best friend I'd always dreamed of, and the older person who understood what I was talking about when I wanted to recode Mariocart."

Hope made what just might have been a huff to suggest that she was the cutest baby, no questions asked.

Broadway's jaw dropped open, as did Angela's. It was hard to say he didn't care, although hundreds of years of cultural tradition made that difficult, but it just seemed to come out of nowhere.

Lex smirked. "Well, never hurts to have more friends."

"Yup. You're my kid." Elisa tried to hold back her laughter.

"Um...." Broadway looked embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Nope!" said Emily cheerfully.

Elisa smirked. "Great, not even born yet and Hope's already fighting with her sister."

Angela recovered first, followed quickly enough by Broadway. "Er... I do not know what to say," Angela said.

"I, ah, I think I'm gonna just keep this one under my hat," Broadway said. "Er... if I wore a hat."

"Brother," said Elisa. "We're having a little guy. Oof! Stop kicking your sister!"

"Uh... yeah." Broadway grinned sheepishly. "But... yeah. That's where she got the 'little sister' thing."

"Oh yeah," Elisa said. "Lose my head if it wasn't attached."

Hope fussed in the other Elisa's arms, as if to say stop kicking me.

Broadway nodded. "Gotcha."

And over at yet another table, Katana was asking, "So tell me, Maria, how did you and your Brooklyn meet?"

Elisa took the tiny girl's hand and smacked the bulge of her unborn son with it. "Hit him back. Don't let him get away with that."

Goliath went 0_0

The cherry red gargoyle grinned. "Well, I first saw him the night Puck changed all the humans in Manhattan to gargoyles. I didn't remember being a garg then, but I remembered him. And collected all the garg stuff I could. Then came the day of the switches, and I headed for the castle to go find him."

Brooklyn was pretending that he wasn't listening. But he was blushing even as he insulted his alternate.

Elisa got a laugh out of that, especially since her Goliath was wearing an identical expression. "Take it from the girls who grew up with younger siblings, Goliaths. A little roughhousing is good for the 'em."

Kat smiled that little smile of hers, that looked quite serene, but promised trouble. "You were a fan then," she said. "As for me... it was, I believe, 1620, in Ishimura. My rookery sister, Sata, and I had gone off the the woods to practice our sword-techniques, when a certain someone dropped out of the trees. Completely nude."

Brooklyn, who was also totally pretending not to listen, rolled his eyes and groaned. "One of these days," he muttered, "I swear..." He trailed off, as something caught his eyes. "Nash! Stop poking your sister!'\

"She poked me first!"

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"Did not... Wait.... d'oh!"

Tachi giggled.

Gargoyles' reality. Castle Wyvern. Wedding bells.

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