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Story Arc: "X & The Single Gargoyle Part V
Segment: Archangel Of Twilight
Chapter 7: The Quickening

Goliath rushed to her side and gathered her to him. "My love, we must return to the world immediately. Are you well?"

"I'm all right." He heard the neutrality in her reply. "Put me down."

He set her on her feet. He shrugged in helplessness. "Adrienne, what is wrong?"

She folded her arms and coldly stared at him. "Who am I?"

"You are Adrienne Westfall."

"Who am I to you?" She demanded pointedly.

"You are my mate, my beloved, you are my Adrienne." He raggedly replied. "And I cherish you."

"What happened to Elisa?"

"She died." He closed his eyes to the pain of what happened that fateful night in upstate New York. Adrienne watched with detached and curious objectivity as Goliath's eyes suspiciously shimmered.

"Did she?"

"Aye, she did." Goliath's eyes flowed freely with a river of tears. "Elisa left me that night to attend a seminar at your Xavier Institute. She fell victim to a scheme hatched by Sevarius and Nathaniel Essex. Yet, one mysterious Mutant named Mystique and Logan counter-schemed to resurrect Jaye Morgan by exploiting my wife's unique genetic signature."

"Then, what happened?" She demanded. Adrienne's brow was creased in contempt and rage.

Goliath fell silent. He said nothing as his head hung low. Adrienne's rage flared and pushed him backwards. The large Gargoyle stumbled backwards and fell upon the craggy surface.

She screamed at him. "TELL ME, DAMN IT!"

"Elisa was drained to the point of death. She was dying. Jaye Morgan lay next to her close to death because her cellular structure was unstable. Both women would have died had it not been for Owen Burnett bringing them together as one entity."

"And that's me, right?" She sarcastically surmised.


"Now, tell me this: why are you with me?"

"You reawoke something in me I thought forever dead."

"Like the memories of your dead wife?" She snarled.

"No!" He roared. "What you reawoke was my ability to love again."

"And I just happened to be the Frankenstein abomination that combine two dead women...one of them being Elisa Maza." She sneered. "That's why Brooklyn blamed me for Maza's death. That's why Owen scrutinized me every time I visited you. That's why Xanatos was always so generous with his kindness. It was a conspiracy to cover your guilt and to camouflage the elaborate lies you all constructed to keep me in the dark!"

"NO!" Goliath cried out in anguish. "My Raven, it was never meant like that. Xanatos and Xavier felt that you had suffered extreme trauma. They wanted you to decide for yourself who you were and where you belonged. But rather than one personality dominating over the other, Jaye and Elisa formed a spiritual, psychic and physical gestalt. You are the consequence of that amalgamation. Wholly distinct and independent in body and mind from either woman."

"Then why was I never told?"

"You were never told for the reasons I just named." Goliath rose to his feet. He folded his wings around him in a protective shroud. His tears mingled freely with the dirt on his face to form two muddy streaks of sorrow on his chiseled cheeks. "I never again foreseen caring for another female. When we met, it was not my intention. I had only seen you for a few seconds shortly after your inception. Xanatos had the clan leave almost immediately. It wasn't well until you and I started seeing each other that he revealed to me that you were the woman brought to life by Owen Burnett that ill-fated night in Sevarius' laboratory."

"Are you saying that when we first met after that first battle with the F.O.H, you didn't know who I was?"

"Not at the time." Goliath replied vehemently.

"What about the time when you took me to the garden on top of Xanatos' buildings?" She probed.

"Nay, your origins were still unknown to me." Goliath reassured his mate.

"When did you know?" She asked the final question.

"Xanatos revealed all to me immediately following our first confrontation with Wolverine."

"You made love to me later that night knowing full well that part of me is Elisa Maza."

"I mated with you because I wanted to physically demonstrate my love for you." He rebelled against the pressing line of questioning. "I gave myself to you body and soul because you, Adrienne Westfall, reached out to me and gave me your heart without condition."

Goliath held out his arms in a gesture of helplessness. "What must I do to regain your trust and faith in me, Adrienne? Look inside my soul. Your gift allows you to discern truth from duplicity. Please, My Love, I beseech you to gaze upon my heart before you judge me."

She knew that one glance at his soul would exonerate him and brand her as recreant and faithless.

He dared to loved her. Did she confront his pleas or did Logan win?

Adrienne laid her head against his massive chest. She closed her eyes and let herself meld truly with Goliath. His heartbeat became hers. Her thoughts merged with his. Their breathing became his/ her breathing. S/he felt wings and talons wrap around her/him in unspoken trust.

His words spoke only truth. His heart contained only honor and integrity. Duplicity and subterfuge knew know place in Goliath's heart. There, for the first time, she knew of his youthful affection for Demona and the unwavering and ardent love for his late wife, Elisa Maza. However, she sensed a movement alive inside him. She knew from Goliath's perspective than an unbounded wellspring dwelled along with the other affections. His love for Adrienne was an integral love that consisted of cherished inspiration, synergetic hunger and need, and a zealous affection for her. The psionic bond allowed s/he to know the other's heart, soul, and mind with a mere thought. It was the most joyous beauty his heart had ever known. Adrienne was the other half of his soul. She made him whole again.

[Elisa and I never knew that encompassing sense of joining; of complete emotional and spiritual intimacy. It is unlike anything I have ever known. I never her loved her any less, Adrienne. But, she and I never could have loved one another so wholly like this. You and I truly are one, for as long as time shall last. I treasure that priceless bond between us.]

Adrienne finally understood. He never meant to lie. He never did lie. He loved her because of the kinship of hearts, souls, and minds. He didn't love her because part of her had once been someone else. Their particular love was a mindboggling concept that defied concept and words.

"There is no way I can speak that expresses what I feel for you." Goliath whispered. "Please know that I never meant to deceive you, Adrienne. All I can say is that I love you."

"I'm not going anywhere." She looked into those dark eyes glistening with freshly-fallen tears. "I can't. Living without you will kill me. Not having your love, Goliath, is a destiny I hope I never know."

"Forgive me." She humbly asked her mate. "Forgive me for doubting you. Please."

"Kiss me, Sweetling." His deep baritone almost begged for her to wipe away the chasm between them.

She gently cupped his strong jaw and slowly drew her to him. She tentatively brought her lips to his. She brushed her lips against his once, then twice. He growled she teasingly ran her tongue along his bottom lip. He growled appreciatively when she nipped him. When he groaned in rapture, Adrienne captured the moment and deepened the kiss. He tasted of salty tears and cinnamon. Her kiss promised to him that she was there to cherish and want him always. It was a silent atonement for her suspicions and faithlessness.

She pressed the entire length of her body against him. She wanted to be so close to him that they truly were one. She felt his wings wrap around her to shield her from their pain.

The colors swirling about them disappeared into oblivion. The rocky surface beneath them became concrete. The vortex turned into runway lights along the runway. Their quiet sobs hushed when they heard the roar of jet engines.

"Goliath, is Adrienne well?" Professor Xavier's voice cut through their private sharing of hearts and minds.

"Yes, Professor. She is shaken but all will be right by morning." Goliath reassured the worried man.

"Logan, Professor." She exclaimed. "He used his link with me to get inside my mind."

"I know and I'm sorry, Adrienne." The Professor took her hand in his. "Jean is helping him repair the imbalance that remains from his abrupt disconnection from his link with Jaye. We think that the complete isolation caused a chemical disruption inside his mind. She is helping to restore harmony within him."

"What will happen to him?" Adrienne queried warily.

The Professor gave her a sad smile. "Jean and I will work diligently to undo the damage he has suffered and caused."

"Can I still come home from Scotland?" She asked quietly. "Is the Xavier Institute still my home?"

"As long as it stands, it shall always be your home where you are wanted and loved." The Professor squeezed her hand. "Now an X-Man, always an X-Men."

She leaned over and gave the Professor a peck on the cheek. "Now, I know why I love you so much. I can't think of a better mentor than you, Sir."

She thought saw Charles Xavier blush but thought better of it. [Not his style.]

"Goliath, Adrienne, I don't mean to interrupt, but we need to leave before sunrise." David Xanatos broke their moment.

"You're right, Mr. Xanatos." Adrienne replied. "Professor, I will miss you while I'm gone. Save a spot for me for when I return. I'm still an X-Man."

"We'll look forward to your return." The Professor wiped his eyes. "Blasted dust. It's stirred up by those jets. Now, get going, you two."

Goliath nodded and offered his arm to his mate. They walked aboard the jet and found it to be especially accommodating to the unique passengers. It had several large seats perfect for Gargoyles. Adrienne noticed there were several grips above the seats. She presumed those were for the Gargoyles to hold once they became stone. In the front, she saw a wet bar. On top, there was a bucket full of ice. Inside, she saw several chilled bottles of Mike's Hard Lemonade (a lemon-flavored malt liquor). [Ah, Xanatos knows my tastes. Yummy!]

"I wish you didn't have to turn to stone at sunrise." She lamented as she and Goliath snuggled into one of the exceedingly spacious seats. She laid her head on his shoulder as she sat upon his lap.

"Perhaps, I can with your help." He suggested. "But you are too drained and need to rest. Logan's attack may have left you with injuries not yet known."

"I just don't want to be away from you." Adrienne sighed.

"Then sleep with me at sunrise." He whispered. Goliath took her hand in his and brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of her palm. "You entered stone slumber with me once. Join with me again, let us be with one another and dream good dreams."

"I'd like that very much." She replied.

They said little to one another the rest of the night. They spent the remainder of the time before sunrise simply holding one another and kissing.

In the wee morning hours, Adrienne heard a song over the sound system of the jet that reminded her of her precious relationship and covenant with Goliath. It was a Robbie Williams song that seemed to truly capture the ambiance of that treasured bond and the pain and hope of that recently endured. It may have been from a man's point of view, but, Adrienne's heart knew every word as if they had sprung from her lips. She thought of Goliath as her Archangel of Twilight. He was her lover, mate, and confidante. He was friend and soulmate. He was her Guardian Angel and she loved him all the more for it. When the sun rose, two stone lovers remained entwined as the strains of music filled the cabin.

"..I sit and wait.
Does an angel contemplate my fate?
And do they know
the places where we go
when we're grey and old?
'Cos I have been told
that salvation lets their wings unfold.
So when I'm lying in my bed,
thoughts running through my head
and I feel that love is dead,
I'm loving angels instead.

And through it all,
she offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
whether I'm right or wrong.
And down the waterfall,
wherever it may take me, I know that life won't break me.
When I come to call, she won't forsake me.
I'm loving angels instead.

When I'm feeling weak,
and my pain walks down a one way street,
I look above
and I know I'll always be blessed with love.
And as the feeling grows,
she breathes flesh to my bones.
And when love is dead,
I'm loving angels instead.


Author's Note: If you have any questions regarding "X and the Single Gargoyle" or any of my other works. Please e-mail me at Denigoddess2001@aol.com