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Author’s note: This is a bit of a parallel universe where nearly everything that has happened there happened here. There are a few slight changes. There Is no Samson and No Lorrie. Delilah and Brentwood were the ones that rescued Brooklyn’s team from Thailog. The Pack may or may not work for Leahs, but Jon is still living with Jason and Robyn. When Natlie was giving Birth Delilah helped Burbank clean up the kitchen.

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Jon was used to seeing Delilah on his balcony. Ever since that night in January when she stopped him from slicing his own wrists. She was gliding home after a night in the city. She saw him through the window of the apartment he was living in and saw that he was about to take talon to his flesh. Ever since that night she would come every night to check on him to make sure he did not commit suicide. He used to pretend that they hybrid was not there, but a few nights ago Robyn noticed her and invited her in.

“Look Jon it’s yer friend,” Friend? Maybe Robyn and Jason could allow themselves to be nice to the creature, but not him. How did his life end up this way? He nearly had Goliath killed, then he was hauled off to Elumore, then while he was hunting the demon he was pushed down on a beaker filled with mutagen that changed him into a light green, styracosaurus frilled gargoyle whenever the sun sets.

He wasn’t used to seeing her trembling. The temperature was 45 degrees. Not cold enough to snow, but cold enough for a human. Usually the temperature did not bother gargoyles, but with the addition of rain the frigid weather was unbearable for anyone. Even though she was part of the enemy species he couldn’t just leave her out like that. He slid back the glass door and reached for her wet slippery wrist and pulled her in to his home.

“Thank you,” the clone said through chattering teeth once she was let in. Jon wondered if she would shake herself off like a dog, but remembered he had never felt that urge or need to shake himself once he had exited the shower at night. Shower?

“Would ye like t’ take a shower?” Jon asked. “Ye can use the bathroom Robyn and I share.” Delilah didn’t budge. She just stared at the floor while she continued to tremble and drip.

“I’m sorry,” her voice was soft and tiny. “Angela and Elisa-mama said that there was no cure. I just came back from the castle.” The same night that she had rescued him Delilah had promised him that she would try to find the cure that would make him into a normal human again. He didn’t look at her as he absorbed the information.

“We’ll talk after ye take a shower,” Jon didn’t allow his voice to betray his emotion. Delilah’s white wings folded over her body soaking her leotard even more as the water sluiced off them and on too the floor.

“She called me worthless and disgusting.”

“Elisa?” Jon raised a brow ridge. He couldn’t believe that Delilah’s human mother could say such a thing. Delilah looked up at him and the weregoyle could see her tear filled eyes.

“Demona-mama. She hates me. She said that my presence made her sick.” Her eyes closed as the corners of her mouth twisted up. Her caramel colored hands clutched her face. Jon was by her side the second she started to cry.

“Delilah?” He cradled her face and carefully brushed her tears away with his index talon. “ ye couldna have seen The Demon tonight. My brother and sister went t’ kill her.”

“Last night. I went to see her and she yelled at me. I returned home to my clan and cried the rest of the night.” She stared into his ebony eyes. “Why does Demona-mama hate me?” Jon took one of her wet locks between his fingers and stroked them softly.

“Cause she is evil. She killed m’ father she changed me and other humans into beings like her.”

“Am I evil?” Jon stared into her amber eyes for a full minute before glancing down.

“Ye are part human.” He showed her where the bathroom was. “Leave your wet things on top of the hamper outside the door,” he said with a slight hand gesture. “I’ll provide something for you t’ wear, and ye can use the towels and Robyn’s hair dryer.”

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While Delilah took her shower Jon placed her leotard in the dryer that sat in the back of the kitchen and set her jacket and metal jewelry on top of it. He wondered if she was hungry. Not being much of a cook left him with a limited amount of choices. He grabbed a package of instant soup and placed it in a bowl. After adding water he put it in the microwave.

The soup was still hot when Delilah had entered the kitchen. Her shimmery white mane was no longer soaking wet. She wore a hot pink terrycloth bathrobe over one of Robyn’s old white cotton night gowns that would hang above his sister‘s ankles but was just beneath her knees.

“I’ll try not to spread my wings,” Delilah said. “Thank you friend. I feel warm.” Friend? Did she really consider him to be her friend?

“Yer welcome,” Jon said while lowering himself to one of the chairs. “That soup will warm ye on the inside.” Delilah’s smile thanked him a gain. She sat across from him. Jon watched as she ladled small mouthfuls to her lips. It was Chicken noodle with carrots. She loved carrots in her soup. She gently blew on each spoonful before sipping it and followed each bite with a dab of a white paper napkin with s light blue star pattern.

“Ye have good table manners,” Jon told her. She smiled demurely at him.

“Maggie taught me,” she replied before she noticed that he wasn’t eating. “Are you not going to have some?”

“I’m na hungry.” Delilah took another spoonful before she asked the next question.

“What is new with you?”

“I’m going t’ get m’ cuff off soon. I can go outside.” Jon lifted up his light green foot and fingered the metallic blue ankle cuff that would emit a shock if he stepped out the apartment. Another spoonful was brought to Delilah‘s pouty lips..

“Will you glide with me?” Jon smiled sheepishly at her question and drummed his talons against the table.

“I don’t glide.” She took another spoonful.

“You don’t know how?” He stared at the table and nodded. “I can teach you.” Jon smiled and told her that he would like that before taking her spoon and empty bowl to the sink to wash. She walked to the back of the kitchen where the washer and dryer was and pulled out her leotard.

Jon had set the dishes into the drain when he noticed a strange movement out of the corner of his eye. Not heeding his mental caution he turned to see that Delilah was changing clothes in front of him. He had no idea what color his face would change, but he knew by the heat he felt his cheeks produce that he was blushing, and he could not look away. Why would he want too? His eyes were glued to her dark honey colored naked form. She did not have a barbie doll body. While it was slender she did have a tummy as well as curves. Lovely and soft curves made up her bottom. Her breasts were not too large, and had a bit of a sag to them with dark rose colored nipples that stood erect. He noticed that her plump sex was as hairless as his.

“Delilah?” the squeaky crack of his voice broke the spell. He forced his wings out in front of him and folded them so that they would cover his head and turned around. Delilah asked if something was wrong while she was putting her feet into the leg holes of her leotard.

“Friends don’t change clothes in front of each other,” Jon hoped that he could keep himself from taking another peak.

“Oh,” her cheeks turned copper red. She turned her back towards him as she pulled up her cloth until she was able to pull it up over her breasts.

“I’ll be making up my bed.” Jon walked out of the room while mentally ordering his erection to go down.

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He was lying back on the couch while it was folded in the bed position when she entered.

“I’m sorry,” she kept her head lowered. “I’ll go now.”

“Not if it’s still raining,” he pet the spot next too him. “Please sit.” The white haired clone sat down next too him. He looked into her eyes and smiled.

“Ye consider me to be yer friend?”

“My only friend. I can’t be with Goliath’s clan because Demona-mama hates me. My clone brothers are more like my little brothers. Derek is my uncle and I guess that makes Maggie my aunt. Claw and I were good friends until he got a mate and they have a baby now.” He was her only friend? Well Jonny boy were are your friends? You don’t have many do you?

“Yer m’ only friend too.” Jon did not know why but he liked staring at her face. “Ye are verra pretty.”

“You are handsome. Your face doesn’t change much.” She reached over to stroke his jaw line, cheeks and chin. “The shape of your eyes, your face, your chin, nose and your smile is the same. You are handsome as both human and gargoyle.

“I wish I ne’er turn into one.” He closed his eyes as he sighed.

“But you are sexy as a gargoyle.” Her eyes drifted down to where his tail hung. “You have a nice tail,” She took the end of her own tail and rubbed it against his. “It looks like it would be strong. You have big wings. I like big wings You have two nice spurs on your elbows.” Carefully she tapped her talons against the double points at the end of Jon’s elbows before giving his knee a gentle pat. He had no knee spurs. She guessed that would be good since nothing ripped through the pale hospital pants that he was dressed. The material looks so thin. Looking at his face she noticed he had his eyes closed and was breathing differently. Delilah sat up to get a better look at him. He was cute when he was a sleep. So cute that she wanted to kiss him, but do friends kiss? She decided to give him a gargoyle kiss. With her index finger she reached over and stroked his brow ridges. They were soft and velvety like the leather of a baseball gloves that many of the human boys in the Labyrinth received for Christmas, thanks to Yankee stadium for donating them. After she kissed him she covered his body up to his chest with the silver gray bed sheet that was folded neatly at the end of the bed were her feet were.

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The winter weather had decided to be kind and ease up on her icy breath. Maybe it was because of the incoming warm front. Or maybe it was because the wonderful hibernating rodent couldn’t see it’s shadow with the thick white clouds that choked out all the sunlight on the second. Whatever the reason it was unseasonably warm that evening in the upper fifties.

“Stretch them out,” Delilah commanded. Jon extended his wings the complete distance of his wingspan. “All the way out.” With his eyes closed Jon forced the leathery appendages to spread even more. He could feel the ends vibrating. “Good now pull them in.” He curled his wings closed to the back and let them hung relaxed.

Delilah proved to be a helpful yet firm instructor. Jon knew he was not going to be performing death defying tailspins while he was in the air soon, but he hoped that he would feel the gusts underneath his leathery membrane some night this week. The first two nights the training was basically pumping his wings, flapping them up and down, stretching them and teaching him directional shifts. He didn’t mind it, but if his brother said “Wax on, wax off,” one more time he was going to deck him.

“I think you are ready,” Delilah said and approached him. “Hold on too me.” Jon placed a arm around her waist and took her hand into his. “Ready?”

“I’m slightly shaky, but I feel that I’m ready.” Still holding to each other they perched at the edge of the building each with one foot sticking out in front of them. They both had their toes curled over the edge with their talons deep inside the material. The end of Jon’s tail drummed lightly against the ground.

“Breathe deep,” Delilah whispered before they leaped over the side. The powerful gauntlet of gravity had it’s fingers wrapped tightly around their forms when Jon felt the flesh that was stretched across his wing bones tighten up. Staring up he noticed that they had only fallen about a foot before their wings had caught the air, but it felt like several feet to Jon

“Unbelievable,” Jon gasped when they were soaring over the streets. “This is unbelievable.” Delilah noticed he sparkling eyes and wide smile before she grinned back.

“You’re gliding.” Delilah told him.

“I’m gliding,” Jon stared down at the street and then up at the sky before he laughed. “I am gliding!”

“Now we go back.” She sifted her wings slightly. Jon didn’t protest and mimicked her moves with his own wings.

“So?” Jason asked from his chair when they had returned. “What’s it like?” Jon was still panting when he turned to his brother and flashed him his pearly grin.

“It’s amazing!” Jon had his arms out at the word “Amazing”. “It’s better than chocolate, better than a roller coaster, better than sex…” He trailed off when he realized what he had just said and smiled sheepishly. Jason wheeled closer to him and smiled at him the same strange way.

“When was the last time ye had sex?” Jason arched an eyebrow. Jon ran his talons through his golden hair.

“I admit it has been a bit of a dry spell fer me.” He smirked at his brother. “Now tell me big brother when was it the last time fer ye?” His smirk shifted into a full smile when he saw the pink that had formed across Jason’s cheeks.

“Shouldna ye be in the middle of yer lesson?”

“He’s right” Delilah said. “Tonight’s lesson isn’t complete,” she crossed her arms and stared at him sternly. “Now come here.”

“Yes ma’am.” Jon approached her. Unlike his brother Jason did not have the advanced hearing of a gargoyle. He couldn’t here their discussion. He only watched as their mouths moved, exchanged smiles and nodded. The eldest Canmore felt a smile form on his face when he saw Jon give the other gargoyle a hug.

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Angela landed on top of the Canmore’s apartment next to Delilah. By the way the honey colored hybrid was staring at the sky she knew that Jon was gliding.

“Hello sister Angela,” Delilah greeted when she noticed that she was not alone.

“Call me Angela,” The Avalonian said with a slight smile. “Or just sis, Sister Angela makes me feel like a nun.”

“Sorry,” Delilah said and returned her focus back to the sky. She held up her hand and stepped back when saw the form come in for a landing. Angela couldn’t believe her eyes. This was one of the gargoyles greatest enemies, not just her clan but all clans. This being that stood back up and folded his wings was Castaway?

“Oh,” Jon noticed the lavender female staring at him. “Hi?”

“Hi,” Angela held up her hand and gave a few of her talons a slight wiggle. Jon kept his focus on her while he made his way to Delilah.

“How was that?” He asked. “Am I getting better at going solo?” Delilah stared up at him and smiled slightly. “You are getting better, but you still have plenty of room for improvement. I want you to glide around the building three times and we’ll call it a night.” Jon ran a finger through her white hair before he returned to his training.

“Did I make him uneasy?” Angela asked once the weregoyle had returned to the air. Delilah just shrugged.

“Maybe he feels a bit guilty about what he had done with the Corey men.”

“That’s Quarrymen,” Angela chuckled. “The Corey men were in The Lost Boys.” Delilah chewed her lower lip before she stared up at Jon

“I’m going to give him a present on Valentine’s day.”

“Oh, is that why you let him stroke your hair?” The other female looked at Angela without turning her head.

“He doesn’t know what that means, and if I tell him I might embarrass him. I’m getting him a gift because he is my best friend and Aunt Maggie said it is okay to give a gift to a good friend.”

“That is true.” Angela nodded. “What are you getting him?”

“An outfit for him to wear when he is a gargoyle. What he had on now is so flimsy.”

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Two days before Valentines day and Jason and Jon were scrambling around a department store. Jason felt like a complete asshole. He didn’t know what to get his new co worker and girlfriend.

“This damn holiday came up too fast,” Jason grumbled as he wheeled himself through the area that sold purses and shoes. He paused his chair to stare at a pair of high heeled shoes covered with red rhinestones. “If she loved the Wizard of Oz I’d buy her these.” His face twisted up in frustration. “But I do na know all her interests, and I do na know her shoes size.”

“Jest get her a chocolate rose and some scented candles,” Jon said as he walked up to him while holding a long black belt bejeweled with large oval gem like hard plastic pieces.

“What is that?” Jason asked. Jon looked down at what he held before looking up at his brother.

“It’s a belt for Delilah,” he repositioned his hands so that he held the belt in one hand and what appeared to be a matching bracelet in the other. “I also got her a bracelet fer her tail. She usually wears this metal thing at the end of it. She also has this belt that she wears over her leotard that looks like a bandoleer. Ye know her story?”

“She was created in a lab to be the perfect companion.”

“Aye, and an assassin. She is na comfortable wi her past. I want t’ get her something more feminine and peaceful.”

“Good idea,” Jason stared at people scrambling around. “Where is this chocolate?”

Jon showed him the tables that sold the chocolate roses. Some of them were in different colors but since Jason wasn’t too sure about Christine’s a favorite color he decided to go with the basic chocolate brown. The scented candles baffled him: Strawberry scented candles in the shape of hearts, rose scented pink cylinder candles, cute little candles in the shape of teddy bears, and cupids. It was enough to make a grown man sick.

“I cannae give her one of these!” Jason exclaimed as picked up each candle. “And why is this box of chocolates here?” He asked as he picked up what he thought was a box of candy. It wasn’t candy. It was filled with miniature candles shaped to look like the sweet little bites that come in Whitman Samplers. He brought the box closer to his nose and took a small whiff. The aroma of chocolate, caramel and vanilla swept through his olfactory bulbs. “A rose that is actually chocolate and chocolates that are actually candles. This should be perfect.” Jason placed the items on his lap and followed his brother to the closest cashier.

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It was not a date. He kept telling Robyn that all night, but his sister insisted on making the night special. She dragged a small card table and two folding chairs on to the roof top. She placed a small and cheap vinyl table cloth with a red checkered pattern on top followed by a single candle, two plates, silverware and wine goblets. She did cook a fine steak dinner with herbal rice and steamed asparagus.

“Will ye stop acting like a waitress?” Jon stared up from his chair. “This is not a date.”

“There is nothing wrong wi friends having a date,” Robyn said as she cleared the plates. She returned a few minutes later with two plate containing slices of yellow cake with chocolate frosting. After setting them down she poured the last of the wine into their goblets.

“Thank you,” Delilah said after Robyn stepped back. “I like cake.”

“Well it’s na anything special. It’s Duncan Heines.” The Canmore sister smiled at the both of them before she left. Jon rolled his eyes before he sank the fork into his dessert.

“I don’t know why she has t’ make everything all romantic tonight,” he grumbled through his mouthful. “We would have been happy with just dinner trays and the television.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Delilah said before staring sadly into his eyes. “She’s alone tonight isn’t she.” Jon cringed. Delilah was right. His brother had a girlfriend. He had Delilah and Robyn had no one. He had Delilah? Jon nearly choked on his whine.

“Are you okay?” She leaped out of her chair.

“I’m fine,” Jon managed to get out between coughs. “I’m just realized I’m an asshole. I should go apologize t’ her.”

“No, let us finish our Valentines day dinner.” Jon felt horrible. He couldn’t believe how oblivious he was to his own sister’s feelings. He glanced up at Delilah. Here she was thinking about her. She was so considerate of others, a good teacher and lovely. The way her wavy white main contrasted with her dark golden skin and lovely wings. Her large eyes and lovely lips. He remembered what she looked like naked and didn’t know what he wanted to do more: stroke her hair for some strange reason, or kiss her.

“How about we exchange gifts?” Jon suggested once their dinner was complete. The both had placed their wrapped gifts under the table. “I’ll go first.” He handed Delilah her gift. With graceful strokes of her talons she managed to removed the shiny red and pink paper.

“It’s beautiful,” Delilah said as she removed the belt and bracelet from the box. “But I don’t know how to wear them.”

“Let me help ye,” Jon reached around Delilah and slid the bandolier off her. She held up her arms as he wrapped the belt around her middle and attached the ends. He took her tail into his hand and removed the metal ending from it. The bracelet had a bit of a stretchiness to it which made it easier to slide up on her appendage. After thanking him she stepped back and stared at her new jewelry. The red, blue, pink, and purple clear plastic pieces shone in the light of the moon.

With a smile Delilah placed the newspaper covered box in his hands. Jon knew that Robyn like to save the ribbon so he didn’t pull an Edward Sissorhands move on the thin shiny material with his talons.

“It’s a nice outfit,” Jon smiled at what she had created for him.

“It’s your gargoyle outfit,” she noticed that both his brow ridges were raised and she continued. “What your are wearing now is flimsy. It will be worn in a few months. This is made out of strong material.” She helped him slide out his pants. She was slightly disappointed that he wore underwear underneath but didn’t mind. The shorts was made of strong denim and died black. They were a perfect fit. She was glad that he was wearing nothing under his shirt and pulled on a red leather top that was similar to what Uncle Derek wore. The last two things was a pair of black leather gloves that had the fingers cut off and red shiny metallic leg bands that started at the ankle and ended in the middle of his shin.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked. Jon didn’t want to lie to her, but he didn’t want to tell that he was bit uncomfortable with the feeling of her skin touching his. She made IT rise again.

“Aye,” he whispered and cradled her chin. “Yer the best thing that has happened t’ me ye know that?” He brushed a few of her locks that hung over her eyes aside and stared into her lovely amber orbs. Jon kept staring at her for minutes until he closed his own eyes and lowered his head to give her a kiss. He pulled away a second later with apology shining his eyes. Delilah just smiled at him and pulled him down for another gentle meeting of their mouths.

To be continued