Hello there, fans of TMNT and Gargoyles! Welcome, welcome...welcome to my little fanfic!

I've recently become addicted to TMNT, and even more recently to Gargoyles. This is my first Gargoyles fic, though I have written TMNT in the past...so I don't know what this will be like. I assure you, though - it will be quite a fun little ride.

The current title is subject to change: however, the first two or three chapters take the place of the bulk of what happened in the Gargoyles episode Temptation. Now, mind you, I think the original episode was awesome - it gave Brooklyn a reason to despise Demona in later episodes, and I thought the plot was really interesting overall. However, after watching it, I couldn't help but wonder: What if Raphael had been out on patrol or venting his anger, and he came across Brooklyn in need? Thus, this plot monster was born.

But, of course, I can't limit this to just Temptation - where would the fun in that be? No, readers, I'm almost certainly going to do more after this. Gargoyles will continue onward as normal, maybe with some TMNT appearances here and there - those will be marked as chapters in this, mind you. But, I will have plenty of made-up situations with them meeting - mostly Raphael and Brooklyn, or Donatello and Lexington. Out of all the characters of both shows, I think those two pairs are the most alike, in all honesty. Raphael and Brooklyn are the 'hotheads', and Donatello and Lexington are the residential geniuses and inventors. Of course other characters will get the spotlight as well - I love them all, so all shall be in here sooner or later.

But, enough of my babbling, if you were patient enough to sit through that. I give you the first part of the newly rewritten: Temptation.

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Gargoyles or TMNT. TMNT belongs to Mirage, Gargoyles belongs to Disney. This is just for entertainment purposes only.

Temptation - Part 1

Raphael knew from the minute he spotted…him that he was not human. Even from the safe distance of a rooftop, he could see the horns were not part of the helmet, but were real. He knew that was a tail, too. And the beak was a dead giveaway. The hotheaded Turtle shook his head. He was out trying to blow off steam; and, while he didn't want anyone to get hurt, he was kinda hoping the…thing would slip up, and that the other bikers might attack – just so Raph could have some fun.

And, true to form, the other bikers did realize something was not right; but when the thing spread his wings, even Raphael was shocked – but just for a moment. Because, then, a gun was aimed straight for the other creature.

Raphael, being a mutant Turtle, hated it when humans were prejudiced and biased against the 'others' of the world. Pointing a gun at something clearly not human: that was an act of prejudice. And that was all Raph needed to jump into action.

Shurikens often come in handy, and throwing one at a gun often makes it explode. It also gives time to any would-be victims – the creature, in this case – to get out of the way. The creature's bike, however, was an inanimate object, and could therefore not avoid the bullet that actually managed to leave the gun's chamber.

Even though Raph was now facing the back of the enraged being, he could see the eyes glow white with rage as the thing snarled, "My bike!" Raphael knew how the thing felt. His own bike got blown up all too often – though Donatello was always ready to repair it, and try and make it even better than before.

Unfortunately, this creature didn't have that luxury, it seemed, because he was now taking on bikers left and right. This was when Raphael finally decided it was time to really jump into the fray.

Fighting, to Raphael, was as easy and fluid as breathing the air. Punches, kicks, jabs, blocks, a few stabs with a sai – twists, flips, sweeping legs out from under others – all in a day's work, and all too easy, especially with an enraged…something fighting alongside.

But bikers clearly outnumbered them, two to nearly twenty, and without his bros there for backup, and with the bikers having a few more guns, Raphael wasn't willing to risk anymore. Besides, he'd vented his anger well enough – for now. He grabbed the hand of the red creature and pulled him to a nearby alleyway, growling, "Come on, let's get outta here already!"

He heard a few shouts and a gunshot or two as they both ducked into the alley, but Raph barely noticed. He barely even noticed the glowing rage fade from the thing's eyes, to be replaced by more…sentient eyes, in a way similar to when Leatherhead came out of a rage. Hard determination, however, remained on the creature's face.

Raphael quickly navigated the fire escape up to the roof, an all too common practice for him, but when he stopped for a second to look down for the other, he realized two things: one, the thing was not climbing the fire escape, and two, it was climbing the wall – which explained the crunching noise Raph was now hearing.

The Turtle shook his head, and continued up until he was on the roof. The creature climbed up a second later, but Raphael was already running, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. He heard a whoosh, and realized, without even looking up, that the thing was flying after him – a thought confirmed when he noticed the shadow next to him.

Finally, panting with exhaustion, Raphael skidded to a stop a good distance away from the bikers, leaning against a chimney for support. Looking up, mild shock on his face, the red thing glided down and landed next to him, wings folding up around him like a cloak as the other tried to catch his own breath. He turned to Raph, and the Turtle was even more shocked to see genuine gratitude in the creature's eyes.

"Thanks for the save," he breathed, straightening up as his wings became unfolded again. Raphael smiled.

"Ah, no problem," he replied. "It was fun. Shell, it's always fun to bust a few punk heads and help someone out. By the way, my name's Raphael." Pausing for a second, Raph extended his three-fingered hand.

To Raph's surprise, the creature didn't turn down the handshake like most humans who stayed longer than usual did – but that was probably because he wasn't human either. Instead, the four-fingered hand grasped his, and the two shook as the creature said, "I'm called Brooklyn. Nice to meet you."

Raphael smirked. "Brooklyn, huh? Sweet name… So, Brooklyn, what exactly are you?" Raph figured he might as well cut to the chase; if he didn't the question would've bugged him forever – or until he met Brooklyn again. Whichever.

Brooklyn's tail twitched, the only signal of any discomfort in the question, as he replied, "I'm a gargoyle."

Raph's eye ridge went up at this. "Really? So…you turn to stone or something? Cuz gargoyles are stone…"

Brooklyn chuckled. "Actually…ah, Goliath's gonna kill me for telling you this, but…only some gargoyles, like myself and the others of my Clan, are alive. The rest are just that: stone statues. And, actually, we turn to stone to sleep during the day."

Raph blinked. "Wow. That's…"

"Weird?" the red gargoyle supplied. Raphael shook his head, now smirking.

"I was actually gonna say 'cool'," he countered. This caused Brooklyn to grin, showing off his fangs.

"Oh, I almost forgot – what are you?"

Raphael almost laughed. He saw the question coming, but it always amazed him how few people actually realized he and his brothers were Turtles. "I'm a Turtle – a mutant Turtle. Seriously, why do people always have a hard time figuring that out? I'm green; I've got a shell…"

Brooklyn's grin faded a little, leaving a sad smile on his face. "Actually…I've never actually seen a Turtle before, save for when Lex was showing me a few pictures from the Web."

Raphael blinked. "Uh…where are you from, again?"

Brooklyn barked a short laugh. "Honestly? Scotland, 994."

"No way." Raph's mouth was just about to hit the floor. "That's…that's over 1000 years ago. And I'm guessing gargoyles don't live forever."

Brooklyn shook his head. "No…my clan and I were encased in a stone sleep 'until the castle rose above the clouds'. Xanatos bought our castle, and put it on top of his skyscraper; when we were finally put in place, and once the sun set, we woke up."

Raph gave a low whistle. "Wow. Sounds kinda like time travel – which I've done, by the way. It's actually horrible – made me sick to my stomach."

Both of them laughed at that, until Brooklyn finally sighed as he noted the lightening sky. "Crap, it's almost sunrise. I've gotta get back to the castle, or Goliath will be really mad."

Raphael sighed. "Yeah, guess it's time to head back. Leo'll kill me if I miss morning practice…again…" Raph turned to Brooklyn, smile on his face. "Hey, Brooklyn…wanna meet up again tomorrow? Central Park, by the fountain, a little after sunset?"

Brooklyn grinned, obviously pleased by the idea. "Sure, sounds fine!"

Raph grinned as well. "You know, Brooklyn…I feel this is the start of a beautiful friendship. See ya tomorrow!"

"See ya, Raph!" In a swish of wings, Brooklyn was gliding through the ever lightening sky, as Raphael made his way to a nearby manhole, descending into the sewers. Oh, this was going to be one beautiful friendship indeed.