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dolevalanWow. A 15 minute ficlet. They exist.
Also, I may shortly be doing quite a bit of Sweeny Todd around these parts. Don't mind me...
Title: Joyride
Fandom: Gargoyles
Rating: G
Color flooded Fox’s face as she stared at Owen in shock. “He did what?”
The calm major domo sighed to himself. “He did not think it safe for your son to remain here. They flew up-”
The redhead cut him off. “They flew?” She growled, more to herself than to Owen, “If I’ve told him once, I’ve told him a million times.” Turning back to him, she asked, her tone narrowing to clipped efficiency, “When did they leave?”
Deciding it would be prudent not to try and convince Fox not to do anything rash, he simply replied with his normal stoic precision, “I believe they left 17 minutes ago from the helicopter landing pad. I can charter another craft if you wish to follow them by air.”
“No, Owen, that won’t be necessary.” The woman looked like she was going stalk to the tower and rip her husband apart with her bare hands. As amusing as that might for the Puck in him, Owen would just as soon not loose the closest thing he had to a friend in this mortal life.
With a demure cough, he offered, “I do hope you will leave your son with a father, when this evening is over?”
Fox snorted as she flipped her mane of red hair over her shoulder, and for a moment Owen felt like he was back in the Selie court. He knew that expression far too well. “Oh, I plan to leave him alive, Owen. He can’t feel any pain if he’s dead, now can he?” With that rather ominous comment, she stalked out of the room, muttering what sounded like “Carting my child all over the city, tossing him through the air like a football, when I get my hands on…” as she disappeared down the hall.
Owen promptly moved to phone Detective Maza. Someone, after all, would need to watch Alex while Fox beat her husband to a bloody pulp, and he did not intend on being that person.
Also, I may shortly be doing quite a bit of Sweeny Todd around these parts. Don't mind me...
Title: Joyride
Fandom: Gargoyles
Rating: G
Color flooded Fox’s face as she stared at Owen in shock. “He did what?”
The calm major domo sighed to himself. “He did not think it safe for your son to remain here. They flew up-”
The redhead cut him off. “They flew?” She growled, more to herself than to Owen, “If I’ve told him once, I’ve told him a million times.” Turning back to him, she asked, her tone narrowing to clipped efficiency, “When did they leave?”
Deciding it would be prudent not to try and convince Fox not to do anything rash, he simply replied with his normal stoic precision, “I believe they left 17 minutes ago from the helicopter landing pad. I can charter another craft if you wish to follow them by air.”
“No, Owen, that won’t be necessary.” The woman looked like she was going stalk to the tower and rip her husband apart with her bare hands. As amusing as that might for the Puck in him, Owen would just as soon not loose the closest thing he had to a friend in this mortal life.
With a demure cough, he offered, “I do hope you will leave your son with a father, when this evening is over?”
Fox snorted as she flipped her mane of red hair over her shoulder, and for a moment Owen felt like he was back in the Selie court. He knew that expression far too well. “Oh, I plan to leave him alive, Owen. He can’t feel any pain if he’s dead, now can he?” With that rather ominous comment, she stalked out of the room, muttering what sounded like “Carting my child all over the city, tossing him through the air like a football, when I get my hands on…” as she disappeared down the hall.
Owen promptly moved to phone Detective Maza. Someone, after all, would need to watch Alex while Fox beat her husband to a bloody pulp, and he did not intend on being that person.
