Gargoyles 'verse: Maza Apartment: Gwen Visits Franklin

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With a gentle whoosh, Guinevere landed gently on the terrace outside the Maza apartment in the other Gargoyle universe.  She seemed to be finding herself here more and more of late, spending time with Franklin.  It wasn't that she was unhappy in the other universe, far from it.  She had her friends, Jubilee especially, but here..  free from the struggles of the other universe, free from the hatred...  it was easier. 

And as accepted as she had become, she could not help but still feel a little less than at ease, even in the best of times.  It was awkward around Angela, and sometimes still painful to watch Goliath. 

Here, she had none of that.

She wrapped gently to see if anyone was home.

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There is, and Franklin hops up from the table, setting down his half eaten wrap as he comes to open the French door and let her in.

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Gwen smiles when she sees him and wraps her arms and wings around him in a hug. "Hello, my love."

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He lowers his head and gently rubs his forehead against hers. "How are you?"

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She smiles. "I am well. Mostly well, at any rate."

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"Mostly?" He frowns with concern as he wraps her protectively in his wings.

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"Just feeling... out of sorts, I suppose. The others try, Jubilee and Icy especially, but I still often feel out of place."

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The dark clone puts his forehead to hers again, one big hand gently rubbing her back. He doesn't think words will help here, so he's just going to hold her for a moment.

Even if his abandoned wrap and the other ones on the table are calling to him.

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"Thank-you, Franklin."

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"You're welcome." His hand goes from her back to her face, his knuckles gently grazing her cheek. "Are you hungry?"

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Gwen nods. "Yes, actually." She sniffs. "Was I interrupting your dinner?"

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"No." He turns his head to return Elisa's grin. "People drop in during dinner all the time. And we make extra for them. Do you like wraps?"

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"I do not believe I have had one before... But I am willing to try."

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"Pull up a chair." Elisa reaches over to wipe Stevie's face where he's sitting in his little chair on the table, chuckling as the baby tries to eat her fingers.

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Gwen nods and does as she's asked. "Hello, Elisa. And... Stevie, if I remember correctly?"

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"You do." Franklin carefully pushes her chair in for her, then scoops his baby brother out of the little seat and resumes his own chair as the baby crows and and grins. "He says he likes you."

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Gwen smiles. "He is adorable."

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Elisa's grinning as only a proud mother can, and Stevie makes a little sound and arches his back slightly, his dark eyes quizzical.

"He wants to know if you'll take him." Franklin looks at Guinevere, a smiling question in his own eyes. "It's not hard to hold him."

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Gwen blinks in surprise. "I... Oh my. I haven't... I suppose I could..."

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"I'll help." He gently slips his arms around her, adjusting hers... and before she knows it she's got a fat baby in her arms and is leaning back against Franklin as he assists her in supporting the little guy's weight.

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Taking him gently, Gwen looks down into his little face. "Hello there," she says, softly.

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His big eyes are intent on her face, but at her words he cracks her a big toothless grin and coos. Franklin takes it for granted that she'll understand what the baby said this time and so doesn't translate.

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"You know... I do not believe I have ever been this close to a human infant before."

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"He's just like a hatchling, only not so wriggly." Franklin frees one arm to snag the spoon from the bowl next to Elisa's plate and give Stevie a spoonful of pureed wrap filling. The baby frowns with concentration as his little mouth works at swallowing the food.

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"Such a small thing," she says. "But such promise."

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"Everything good starts little," notes Franklin, overlooking the fact that his own stint at little was brief and never saw open air.