Poor Little Trixter
by EJ Pound & Noogi the invisible yak

You know the drill- the mighty Mouse owns
gargs (as much as I might wish I did). WARNING:
The following has a few naughty words (bad EJ! bad yak!)
and lotsa angst. A pretty inplausible premise. But, hey,
I blame the yak. ;-)

Now, our feature presentation....

It shouldn't have happened.
It can't have happened.
It....happened.
Oh, boy, I'm in deep.

This is stupid.
She's just a human!
Just a plain, ordinary...
No.
A beautiful, witty, wonderful human.
And I'm a Child of Oberon, a fey.
It couldn't work.
Two different races...well, it's not like that's implausible

It hurts.
To watch them.
To see her smile tenderly, so tenderly at him.
(At him! Not me!)
To see him run talons through her hair.
(such beautiful hair...)
Damn you, Goliath!
I don't have a chance....

Hah!
It's not like I had much of one anyway.  She'll
never forgive my role in Mr. Xanatos's plans.
Never.

Oh, Elisa, why did you have to make me fall
in love with you?

Most humans don't impress me. Amuse, yes.
Bother, occationally. But impress? Very rarely.

You were impressive the first time you strode
into the Eyrie.  You saw through that foolish cover story.
And what you said...

"I can look around now, or I can come back with a
warrant and lots more cops. It's your call."

A bit of trickery worthy of the Puck himself. And you did
as I would have, sneaking off the eleator to snoop around.

If only you hadn't found Goliath!

I never told you, told anyone, that it was I who convinced
Mr. Xanatos to let you return to Wyvern after his arrest.
Why? I wasn't quite sure. I'm still not.

I heard how you saved Golaith from that Grimorum spell.
Oberon's wrath, but that was clever! Not even I could
twist...er, interpret..words better.

Then you were shot...and I cared. I hurt! Me!
'Owen Burnett,' straight man! I had to get those
guns back...and I was much less upset over the destruction
of my employer's property than I should of been...because
I knew the destruction of the weapons would please you.

Then that mirror fiasco.

I couldn't kill you, of course. Oberon's Law or not,
I wouldn't have. But turning you into a gargoyle...I
did it to royally tick Demona. I had no idea it would bring
out such...emotion..in you..in him.

And then Avalon.

Yeah, thanks, once and former home o' mine. Great way to
ruin my miniscule chances. Put the fair creature in a tiny boat
with my rival, with no other distractions save his daughter and
doggoyle.

Sigh.

After the gargoyles stopped Demona's little 'eradicate the human race
 with a virus' scheme (has she seen Outbreak too often or what?), the
Wyvern Clan return to the Eyrie.

I saw his face.
His smile.
The smile of a man in love.
The smile of a man whan his love has been reciprocated.

She kissed him.
She kissed him.
She kissed him!

not me

never me

Never Owen Burnett.
Never Robin Goodfellow.
And never, never Puck.

So, trixter, what'll you do about it?
Surely you can win the heart of a mortal woman
from a big purple gargoyle, right?

Right...?

Well, there's that flower stuff Oberon showed me.
But its sooo unpredictable (which normally I'd like..)
'Sides, with my luck, she'd see Big Lavender first
and I'd be back where I started.

Then again, I could always remove my rival...
but I owe him big for saving my bacon from
Daddy Oberon.

'Sides, she'd be so hurt.

But all's fair in love and war, right?

Right?

Maybe I could find Goliath another gargoyle.
Elisa'd be hurt, then, too, but I could comfort
her. I could!!

But he's met other gargoyles. And chose her
every time. Even before they...kissed.
Gotta admit, the Big Guy does have fine taste..
this time around.

That's it! I could get him back with his ex...

Puck, you're being pathetic. I guess I have to
face it.

I love her.
She loves Goliath.

And I'm doomed to a lifetime of
seeing the woman I love with another.

Who says you have to die to go to Hell?
 

Well, that's it. Show's over. Throw popcorn/
drinks/melted candy/complements (I wish!)/
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