Chapter I
Disclaimer: I do not own The Gargoyles or the TMNT, or any characters there in. Nor do I own anyone's opinions or takes on these characters. This is simply my view on certain characters, and any semblance to other fanfics is completely unintentional.
Note: This fic is taking place in 1997, and the Goliath Chronicles did not occur in this timeline. I primarily use the new TMNT TV series, which seems to be taking place in 1995. Alone is the second fic in my gargoyles/TMNT series which will soon split into a co-authored fic world (run in fear!). This happens after 'The Logic of Dreams' but you don't have to read that for this to make sense. I hope you enjoy;) BTW, the opening segment is inspired by Kyabetsu's GREAT fic Hanami... Go read it!!;) Go on! Go!;) Shoo!;)
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"Will you, won't you, will you, won't you join the dance... Would not, could not, could not, would not join the dance."
A deep sigh echoed in the library. It was always this segment that caught the mind. "Could not... should not... can not join the dance."
Who would have believed that it was this seemingly happy scene that occasionally created nightmares and made the emptiness inside grow. It should, by all rights, be the opposite. After all, Alice and her friends were dancing. But the words, the words spoken took on a new meaning as the lonely gargoyle read.
"Would not... should not... shall not... will not," the words broke off for a moment as the wings wrapped around the still form. "Could not, can not join the dance..." The gargoyle stared up through the window at the moon.
"Always alone. The mock turtle am I..."
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"C'mon, Lex! Shake the lead out!"
Lexington sighed and shook his head as Brooklyn performed a series of complex sky-acrobatics around him while still managing to keep pace.
"C'mon! I know you're faster then this!!"
"Yeah I can go faster, but there's no reason for a race. I mean... what's the point?"
Brooklyn slowed in the air, then began to sedately glide next to his brother. He was silent for a few minutes, staring up at the crescent moon. "We didn't always," he said suddenly.
"Eh?" Lex glanced over at the brick-red gargoyle, who was staring back at him, face serious. "We didn't always what, Brook?"
"Need a reason."
"Need a reason for what?"
"To have fun."
Lexington shrugged. "We grew up. I mean. You're second, I help with Alex and Broadway's with Angela. We don't have time for fun, really. We've got patrols to do and stuff. Adults don't play."
Brooklyn sighed. "I know, Lex." he flared his wings and gained some more height as they reached the taller buildings of the inner city, ignoring the faint sounds of thunder in the darkening skies.
"Let's head back," Lexington said suddenly, turning towards the castle. The brothers raced along over the rooftops, silently as dreams in the night. As they glided, Brooklyn sighed and let his thoughts wander, trying to distract himself from the empty space in his chest.
When had it happened? He wondered. When had 'The Trio' broken up? He frowned slightly as he tried to remember when he and his brothers had suddenly stopped spending time with each other.
Was it when he had lead the clan while Goliath had been missing? 'Maybe... I think we started spending a bit less time together then, but we were still the trio, I was leading, and alone a lot, but still..' Brooklyn side slipped to the left to avoid a building, his wingtip almost brushing the bricks. 'I think... it was Goliath, Elisa, Bronx and Angela arrived that this all began...'
Yes, that fit. First there had been the competition for Angela. Brooklyn couldn't help but wince as he remembered how he had acted during THAT... Granted, she was the first female he and the others had seen in many years but... 'I was a jerk... Worse, I tried to use my rank for my own gain... The others can at least say they didn't do that...' Brooklyn glanced up as the rain began to drizzle downwards, unconsciously shifting his wings to counter the updrafts and downdrafts of the city. So the trio had begun to break up when they'd competed for Angela, then, when Angela had chosen Broadway to be her mate, the trio had really broken apart. Broadway was always with the lavender female, though Lex had still been there... Then had come the mess of the Hunters, and Lexington had discovered the joys of baby brothers in Alex and... Brooklyn sighed. There was a hollow rage inside him, aimed at the way life had seemingly fallen apart in this last year or two. He loved being in this time, he loved the culture, the excitement and the things that filled this world... But he didn't agree with what Goliath and Angela seemed to be doing. Lately every time he turned around, they were leaving the few things that were 'the gargoyle' way, and taking up human customs. 'DAMMIT, I'm NOT a human... I'm a GARGOYLE. I don't CARE who my parents were, I had a whole clan and from what I can see, that saves me and mine from a lot of the damned problems I've seen human families have! It's like the human obsession with naming things! They have to have some sense of ownership or the like, or it's not real!!' Brooklyn chuckled suddenly as he found himself wondering if it would be Goliath, Hudson or Broadway that would explain the concept of the mating flight to the human raised female, and if Angela would try to replace that with a human marriage...
"Hey! Slowpoke!! Come on, keep up!"
Snapped out of his musing by the voice, the brick colored gargoyle looked ahead of himself to find that Lexington had increased the gap between them. 'Back to the castle we go...' Brooklyn froze suddenly, imagining spending the rest of the night avoiding Broadway and Angela or Goliath and Elisa... watching Lexington play with Alex or his computer or zoning in front of the TV with Hudson and Bronx. 'No... Not tonight. I'm not in the mood.'
"You go ahead, Lex. I think I'm gonna finish up our patrol. It's a nice night out."
Not too long ago, Lexington would have mentioned the ever growing storm and would have argued with Brooklyn staying out in this type of weather... either to convince his brother to come back to the castle, or to let him stay with him...
But no longer. Arguing with the stubborn Brooklyn would mean cutting into time on his computer... or with Alex... and Lexington enjoyed both too much. He was even debating asking Xanatos to fund him in one of the online colleges...
"Right! See you later, Brook!"
"Yeah. ...See you..." Brooklyn watched as his brother raced away, then shifted the angle of attack on his wings and headed towards the East End. He was suddenly in the mood to send some punks running. Maybe do a bit more then make them run, maybe convince them the old fashioned way that a career change was in order. Brooklyn's eye's glowed blue-white. Lately, fighting and helping people was the only thing that seemed to counter his darkening mood. He growled deep in his chest. Yes, he would show the people of this century why the Vikings had cowered before his kind!
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This was NOT shaping up to be a good night.
First he and his pig-headed brother had gotten into one of their more impressive verbal fights of the year. Unfortunately, it had resulted in his usually stoic brother losing his temper and the fight had been taken to the dojo, only to be broken apart by their master and father.
But that's how things always were between Raphael and his brother.
Unfinished.
As a punishment, Splinter had sent them both out on a training run together, hoping that this would help settle the differences between them that had grown more pronounced over the past year. In order to insure that they wouldn't do each other damage, the aging mutant rat had decided to accompany them.
Raphael grinned suddenly, glancing to his left, where Leonardo walked, scanning their surroundings. "Whut's da mattah, fearful leadah? Afraid yer loosin' yer 'touch'?" Raph smirked. "I wus about to wup yer ass."
"No, Raph," Leo growled, not even looking at his brother. "I'm just tired of your hot-headed arrogance."
"Oh, so ya won't argue that I wus about to kick yer ass?" Raphael asked, is smile widening.
Leonardo growled off a response.
As always with the two, one thing led to another and soon insults were being snapped back and forth, until Splinter brought the fight to an unexpected end with a sharp word and a rap of his walking stick.
But such was the way it always was.
Unfinished.
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Brooklyn sighed and circled on the warm updraft above a restaurant, gaining the height that was vital to the game of survival for creatures of the air. Gravity versus wind beneath the wings, angle of the wings versus speed. Bad angle of attack could be countered if enough speed was gained. Gravity could be defied if enough air supported the sensitive wings. (This isn't flying. It's falling, with style!)
Brooklyn reached the pinnacle of the updraft and paused for a moment in mid-air, wondering what direction he should head in. For lack of anything better to do, he headed towards the darker areas of East End as , overhead, thunder rumbled a warning in the ever darkening sky.
There were whispers on the streets nowendays. Rumors of an ancient, foreign foe, come back to the streets of New York. Perhaps it was time to look into these rumors and find the name the humans had labeled it with.
Find out who this 'Shredder' was.
Author's Notes Okay, I hope I haven't confused anyone TOO badly. The year is currently 1997. The Goliath Chronicles did NOT occur here. The gargoyles portion of this fic-series goes off on a parallel course after Hunter's Moon. The Quarrymen do exist, as does the P. I.T. crew, however, most of the human populace think the gargoyles were just an elaborate hoax, someone creating robots again in the shape of monsters. The remainder of the public is torn between hating and loving the gargoyles... and just wanting them to go away.
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Jason Canmore has joined the CSI. He's still in a wheelchair, but he's enjoying the desk job he has (more or less) in the laboratory and is slowly proving himself to be a trustworthy. Robyn Canmore has been given parole and is job hunting and Jon is still MIA (actually, he's in charge of the Quarrymen under the name John Castaway).
I'm using the new TMNT TV series for this crossover (primarily because it's following the comics, but I like the gadgets and tone of it a bit better then the comics... Never thought I'd say that) Since the show isn't over yet, I'm using what has occurred so far in the series and mixing it up with the comic book history, first and second movie and my own imagination. The new series seems to be taking place in 1995 (cell phones, DVDs, etc)
No, the gargs and turtles aren't really aware of each other. In the comics and new series, most of the turtles actions are happening very quickly topside, inside buildings, or underground. And the Gargs usually are happning in out of hte way places or hard to reach building tops (or in the air.) The odds of the gargoyles or police realizing that there was a 'Foot' clan befor ethis fic were nil to none, so the gargs wouldn't either. And the turtles are probably among those that think the gargoyles are good guys (given their history with humans, I would assume so anyway;)
In the year since hunter moon and Alone, Demona has gone seemingly MIA and has done nothing illegal, so though Elisa and the others are watching Nightstone Inc, there's nothing for them to find. Leo and Raph have been getting a bit more aggressive towards each other, but it has yet to reach a head.
And yes, Splinter STILL kicks ass;)