Out of the Clear Blue Skye

Author's Note/Disclaimer

Here is the final installment. Whew!

A brief note about consistency: I never saw the Goliath Chronicles on TV. I know the clones were supposedly petrified by some virus/genetic defect. As far as I'm concerned that didn't happen. I think it's a waste of material.

Warnings: More sex.

Please rate and review. I love feedback and constructive criticism.


Part Seven: The Homecoming

"Hi Lex."

"Skye? Where are you? I thought you were still here at the castle."

"I'm with an old friend from the shelter. I'm going to hang out with her a few days. Oh. And I've got Cloud with me, so don't worry about us."

"Yeah. O.K. I'll tell Goliath."

"Thanks."

"No problem. See you later."

"Bye." Skye was glad Broadway hadn't answered. She didn't think she could lie to him.

"An old friend?" Demona raised an eyebrow.

"You were my friend, or at least I was yours."

"Hmmph. Come. You may as well assist me."

For the next three nights, the two gargoyles worked together to prepare the spell. They found themselves falling into the old mentor-student roles they had taken before. Demona found herself sharing more and more of her arcane knowledge while Skye soaked it up like a sponge.

Cloud endured the ritual baths and fasts with reasonably good humor. Putting up with the creature during daylight hours was a nuisance Dominique pawned off on a professional pet care service. She paid them enough to squelch any curiosity about the odd instructions they were given.

Finally, at dusk on the fourth night, all was ready. The hardest part was to get the dog to stay in the circle while the spell was cast. This time two voices rose in unison as the figure within the circle began to change.

Fur disappeared, leaving only a ruff of silver about the head and neck and feathery fringes along the legs and tail. The dog's skin toughened and turned grey. Her chest deepened and her legs grew longer. Still recognizable as Cloud, the doggoyle stood, tail lazily swinging. She shook herself once and trotted to her mistress. Skye knelt down and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you Demona."

"I hope she's worth it."

"She is." Skye rose. "We have to go now. If I stay much longer, someone will come looking for me."

"Go then."

"I'll tell Angela what you did for me. I don't know if it will help, but I will tell her."

"That is... very kind of you."

Skye shrugged as she led Cloud out to the balcony. She picked up the doggoyle and leaped onto the railing. She spread her wings with a decisive snap and launched herself into the night.

"Let's go home girl."

Skye returned to the castle, slipping wingspread across the sky to land in the courtyard where the others were gathered. Her approach had been noted by the security cameras, as she had expected. The cameras had not been keen enough to discern the nature of her passenger. Their eagerness to see her was touching, but she dreaded the confrontation that was to come.

She dropped neatly to the flagstones and set Cloud on her feet. She took a moment petting the doggoyle before meeting their silent stares. Her stomach had tied itself in knots. The clan watched as Cloud trotted over to greet Bronx. Bronx looked perplexed for a moment, then nuzzled the female playfully. Only Goliath's eyes never wavered from Skye's face, waiting for an explanation. Might as well get it over with.

"I made a deal with Demona. She does have a conscience of sorts."

"You lied to us." Goliath's voice was heavy with disapproval.

"I... bent the truth a little. O.K. A lot. But, it was true in a way. Demona is an old friend from the shelter..."

"You endangered yourself and the eggs you carry. Even your dog. You endanger your clan."

"That's not true! Yeah, I put myself and Cloud in danger, but it was to protect the clan."

"How can conspiring with Demona protect this clan? You are a fool to trust her!" Goliath was working up into a full rage. The other members of the clan backed away except for Broadway.

"It's not true! I have proof." Skye pulled the scroll from her pocket. She began to chant "I call upon the name of Puck! Sprite of mischief, Fey of luck!" A disk of light appeared and grew. A disembodied grin appeared, then the Puck faded in around it.

"Eat your heart out Lewis Carroll. Gimmee that scroll!" The scroll zipped from Skye's outstretched hand to Puck's. He mumbled to himself in Latin as he read it.

"Puck. What are you doing here?" Goliath was non-plussed.

"Checking my pupil's extra credit. You get a gold star my dear. Good work!"

"I thought you could only show up to protect Alex or give him a lesson." Brooklyn wasn't terribly thrilled either.

"This falls under the "protecting Alexander" clause."

"I don't understand what this has to do with Xanatos' son." Goliath's temper was getting shorter.

"It's your spell magnolia mine. You tell."

"I got Demona to accept a geas, a spell that makes her stick to the letter of our agreement even if she changes her mind later. She can't try to hurt or control any of the clan's children, not even the ones that haven't been born yet. Alex isn't really a member of the clan, but as long as the eggs or children are nearby, she can't attack. Plus we have another doggoyle to protect the rookery."

"You took unacceptable risks. You will spend the next three nights in the rookery, where we can keep an eye on you. You will not leave the rookery without permission. Is that understood!"

Skye opened her mouth to protest. Puck, sensing an impending lecture, winked out, taking the scroll with him.

"Oh, come on Goliath. She just got back and she did do something for the clan." Broadway spoke in her defense.

Goliath turned his anger on Broadway. "What if Demona had taken her prisoner? Used her against us? Killed her?" He turned back to Skye. "I should be restricting you to the rookery until the eggs hatch! If you are going to act like an irresponsible child I will treat you like one. I promised your mother I would protect you. I cannot protect you when you lie and try to throw your life away!" Goliath's eyes glowed with anger and he bore down on her, his fists clenched in fury.

Skye backed away, defiance gone; her eyes were wide and frightened. She'd never seen Goliath in a full rage before. Broadway stepped between his leader and his mate.

"Leave her alone Goliath!" Broadway growled, his eyes growing bright with anger. "She's not a child or an idiot! She's my mate and if you don't stop scaring her I'm gonna knock your block off!" Broadway brandished a fist.

By now Skye was visibly trembling. Goliath looked at her and his eyes dimmed. He sighed. "Three nights in the rookery. I will not ignore this." His voice softened. "I do not mean to frighten you, Skye. I am responsible for the safety of my clan. You took a foolish risk. I cannot condone that." Goliath turned to leave. Broadway, calmer now, put an arm around Skye.

"Goliath... I didn't do this to defy you. I needed to stand up to her and to make peace with things for myself. I'm sorry I had to do it behind your back, but you would never have let me do it if I had asked. I had to do this. I had to."

Goliath's voice was gentle. "Go to the rookery Skye. Think about your clan and what you mean to us. It is not just the eggs we fear to lose. You may go with her if you wish Broadway."

"Being sent to the rookery isn't so bad. I've been sent to the rookery plenty." Skye smiled thinly in response.

"Hey! Don't worry. I'll come with you. Think of it as a sort of honeymoon."

"Uh. Broadway. I don't know..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be pushy. You wait here in the rookery and I'll go get us some provisions. You want anything?" Broadway paused in the doorway.

"Um... How about some tuna fish and some chocolate cake? I've been craving both of them for a couple of nights."

"No problem. Just pick a corner and get settled in. I'll be back before you know it." Skye wandered around the rookery. The floor was covered with fresh, clean straw. Electric lights made to resemble torches flickered along the walls. Skye chose a corner next to the space Angela had already claimed for her eggs. She shuffled the straw around to form a sort of backrest, then entertained herself by counting the egg depressions in the floor. She'd counted thirty before Broadway returned laden with a few blankets and an enormous picnic basket.

"How many egg-holes are there?"

"Dunno. I never counted."

"I counted thirty so far, but I think there's more."

"The last season the clan used the rookery, there were three dozen eggs and the rookery was almost full."

"With just two of us laying eggs, it seems awfully big."

"Well you never know when one of us'll get sent to the rookery." Broadway chuckled.

"There is that."

Broadway spread the blankets over her makeshift couch and began to spread out his collection of goodies. Skye, nervous, wandered around the rookery, damping the torches, so that only their chosen corner was illuminated. Finally, Skye ran out of torches. She returned to their corner and shyly sat down, not quite touching him.

"Broadway, I don't know what you're expecting, but I'm not sure I can..."

"Here, try this. I baked it last night." He offered her a huge slice of chocolate cake.

"Broadway."

"Skye I know what you're trying to say. It's O.K., really. There's more to being mates than, well, mating."

"Yeah. I guess so. Did you do this for Angela?"

"Angela never got sent to the rookery..."

"That's not what I meant."

"Well, no, not exactly. Angela was different. We usually did what she wanted to do."

"Oh."

"I don't want to talk about Angela."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"You. I don't really know all that much about you."

"Before the stuff with Gary happened, life was pretty boring. I just did all the normal kid stuff..." With coaxing from Broadway, Skye told her life story while he fed her. Eventually, she ran out of stories to tell and could eat no more.

"Broadway, really. I can't eat another bite."

"Sorry. I've just been worried about you. You lost weight since... It's not good you being pregnant and all. Not good for you or the eggs."

"I have? I didn't realize. Eating just didn't seem important." Skye's tone was morose.

"Well, the doctor was worried. She said something about it to Elisa the last time she was here."

"Yeah. She said something to me too, but it didn't really sink in. I'll try to do better, I promise. Anyway it's your turn."

"What do you want to know?"

"What was it like living back in the 900's?"

"The clan was much bigger then. I think there were maybe fifty adults and about the same my age and younger..."

Skye sat back and listened to his voice. Broadway was a much better storyteller than anyone gave him credit for. By the time dawn came, she had snuggled into the crook of his wing, resting her head on his shoulder.

That was how Elisa found them the next morning. Smiling indulgently, she packed away the refuse from their dinner and took the picnic basket with her to refill. She bumped into Fox on the way out.

"Awfully big appetite you have there."

"Actually, it's for Broadway and Skye. I peeked in on them this morning."

"I suppose nosiness comes with the badge."

"I was worried about them, but from what I could see, it looks like things are going well.

"Why don't you leave that with me? You work tonight don't you?"

"Well, all right, but think romantic, not kinky. Skye would probably have a heart attack."

"Perish the thought. No. I'm not that tacky, Elisa. Actually, I was thinking healthy. Skye is looking much too thin. Champagne is out, but maybe some sparkling cider?"

"O.K., O.K. I really have to go."

"Don't worry; I'll sign your name on the card."

"Why the sudden interest?"

"It's not sudden. I like the kid and Alex adores her. I've even gotten to like that mutt of hers. I've been racking my brain for something nice to do for her. This is just up my alley."

"Then I'll leave it to the expert."

Broadway and Skye awoke to find a candlelight dinner set on a low table. Pink roses lay scattered between the dishes and fresh fruit peeked out of the same picnic basket Broadway had used the night before. A small white card sat between the candles.

Skye rose and picked up the card. She glanced at it then handed it to Broadway. He read it and grinned.

"Congratulations. Happy Honeymoon. - Fox and Elisa"

"That's real nice of them. I'm starving."

"You're always hungry Broadway." Skye couldn't help but smile.

"Well I'm extra hungry right now and that looks really good."

"It does, doesn't it?"

They sat down on the plush cushions set before the table and began to eat. The table was covered with fresh fruits, cheeses, and some things Skye didn't recognize, but they tasted good. Once again, Broadway fed her himself between bites of his own food. Skye giggled.

"I think you're trying to fatten me up."

"I'm just trying to take care of you."

"It's kind of nice. Just this once anyway."

When they finished, they packed up what was left and added the cushions to their straw couch.

"Last night you told me about your life back in old-time Scotland. What about since you woke up in New York?"

This time it didn't take any coaxing to get Skye to snuggle up with him. Broadway smiled to himself but made no comment.

"Well it was really confusing at first. We were disoriented and out of place. Xanatos was there and he pretended to be our friend, but he wasn't..."

Broadway told the story of their adventures since waking up in twentieth century New York. Skye listened avidly, never having heard many of the stories he had to tell. At last he ran down.

"You know, I feel really stupid now."

"How come?"

"Trusting Dominique like I did."

"You didn't know. How could you?"

"I think I really wanted to believe her. Then there was Dr. Thompson, her own pet shrink to make sure I swallowed it hook, line, and sinker."

"What happened?"

"The awful thing is, I did it all of my own free will. It had to be that way or the spell wouldn't work." Skye told Broadway the whole story, from leaving home to meeting the clan.

"Now I know I was acting like a real idiot, flirting and teasing like I did. They set me up really good."

"It's O.K. It's all over now."

"No it's not. Not really. I think I understand why things happened the way they did. That spell Demona used shouldn't have done what it did. It was my own magic that sent the spell haywire. It isn't just Demona that says it. Puck does too, I asked."

"It's not your fault. You didn't even know about the spell. If it's anybody's fault, it's Demona's."

"I don't know, Broadway. I can't hate her. Even when she does awful things. I think she's lonely. I know what lonely is like." Skye went silent; her sniffles were the only sound in the large space of the rookery.

"Please don't cry. You're not alone. I'm here." Broadway scooped her up into his lap and rocked her as she cried against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Broadway."

"Sorry for what?"

"You should be with Angela. I screwed that up to."

"Shh... I don't want to be with Angela."

"You should be with her. It's not right."

"No. I thought I was in love with her, but that was before I met you. She'll be happier with Brooklyn."

"You're just saying that. You did love her."

Broadway took her chin in one hand and lifted her face so he could look into her eyes. "Skye. I love you. It's you I want to be with. Not Angela. Not anyone else. Ever." Then he kissed her. After a long pause she returned the kiss. Then she rested her forehead on his chin, her tiny horns pressing against his jaw.

"It was always you I wanted, but you were Angela's guy and it just wasn't right." She whispered.

"Now I'm your guy." Broadway dared another kiss, she responded tentatively. He began to caress her shoulders and she stiffened.

"It's O.K. I won't hurt you."

"I'm scared. I don't think I can."

"We don't have to do anything. Honest."

"But, you're, umm..."

Broadway realized what it was that was bothering her. Kissing her had affected him and she could feel the result beneath her.

"I'm not under a spell now. I'm not going to do anything you don't want to do. I promise."

Skye nodded but wouldn't look at him. Broadway thought for a moment.

"You're all tense. Why don't you lie down and let me give you a back rub. No funny business, just a back rub. O.K.?"

Skye nodded and slipped out of his lap to lie on her stomach. Broadway lifted her hair to the side and began to knead the nape of her neck. Slowly he worked his way down her shoulders and back. He paid extra attention to her wing arms, stroking all the tension from them and smoothing her wing membranes. He avoided the sensitive areas beneath her wing joints. When he reached her lower back, she sighed deeply.

"Oooh! That feels wonderful." Skye melted into the straw beneath her as he worked the kinks out of her back.

"I remember how some of the females would get back aches when they were carrying eggs. I got pretty good at giving back rubs. Some of them used to bribe me with sweets."

"You're worth it."

Broadway worked his way down to the base of her tail, then began to massage the tail itself with long firm strokes. Skye twitched her tail playfully.

"Quit squirming."

"It feels kind of weird. Nice, but weird."

"If you won't hold still. I'm going to quit."

"Oh. All right. I'll be good." Skye lay still as he worked his way down the back of her legs. He finished with her feet then spoke.

"O.K. My turn." He tapped her on her shoulder.

"Oh.. O.K. Um... Lay down I guess." Broadway lay down in the spot she had just vacated. Skye tried to copy what he had done. Her strokes were tentative at first, but got firmer as she got more confident. Broadway sighed contentedly.

Skye massaged his wings carefully. Broadway twitched his tail and grunted when she rubbed his wing joints.

"Did I do that wrong?" She stopped, unsure.

"No. It uh... just feels really good. That's a sensitive spot."

"Oh." Skye continued to massage his wings. She brushed the same spot again.

"Skye... I don't think you want to do that."

"What? I thought you liked that."

"Yeah. I like it. I like it too much."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to tease."

"That's O.K. Just don't do that unless you mean to."

"O.K." Skye resumed her massage, avoiding his wings completely. When she got to his tail he wrapped it around one of her arms.

"Quit that. I can't massage it if you do that."

"I'd rather look at you." Broadway turned to her and leaned on one elbow. Skye blushed purple under his gaze.

"Broadway. I want to try." She glanced at him, then away again.

"Try what?"

"You know. M...mating."

"Are you sure? We don't have to."

"I want to try. I'm scared if I don't soon I never will."

"O.K. If you want me to stop, just say something. I won't hurt you." His tail was still wrapped around her arm; he tugged gently to bring her closer. He rolled over so that he faced her. She curled up beside him. He unwrapped his tail and looked into her eyes. "We could start with kissing, we did that before."

"Yeah. That was nice." She leaned closer. Broadway reached out to stroke her hair. He closed the distance between them and began to kiss her. She responded shyly, then with more confidence. Broadway began to caress her shoulders and back through her T-shirt. Sky copied his motions. Broadway gently brushed under her wing joints. Skye pulled back wide-eyed.

"Sorry. Was that too much?"

"N... no. You just surprised me, that's all." She snuggled up to him and began exploring his chest and stomach with gentle touches. Broadway resumed his caresses. He stroked the sensitive spots again. Skye gave a low growl and hid her face in the cook of his neck for a moment. Bolder now, she sat up and took off her T-shirt. She tossed it aside then returned her attentions to him. Broadway, more confident now, began to massage her breasts through the soft fabric of her bra. She kissed him in response. Reaching behind her, he unhooked the garment and she let it slip over her shoulders.

Now that her breasts were bare, he played with her nipples until they were hard. Skye continued to caress his upper body and to kiss him deeply. Her cute little growls had become a steady purring sound that excited him. Broadway broke the kiss and bent down to suckle at her breasts. Skye groaned and her tail curled around one of his legs. It seemed to pulse in time with her sighs. Finally, he raised his head to meet her lips with his own. Skye's eyes were huge and seemed deep enough to fall into.

He let his hands travel to the waistband of her jeans. He froze when he felt her talons close on his wrists.

"Skye?" He whispered.

"I'm O.K. I just wanted to say I love you." Broadway kissed her again. She let go of his wrists and began to unbutton her jeans. He helped her slip them off. Wearing only a pair of pink cotton panties, she lay in his arms. She reached up to stroke his face with a gentle talon. He began to explore her bare skin with hands and tail. Her caresses got bolder and more insistent; she brushed his wing joints and growled softly against his neck. He used his tail to rub against the thin fabric of her panties. This earned him a nip from her fangs. He paused, but she urged him on with caresses of her own. She reached down to feel the shape of him through his loincloth.

Broadway groaned. "Skye are you ready for this? I can't stand this much longer."

"I'm ready. I think." She reached for his belt. He helped her unhook it as she pulled the cloth away. She spent a long moment looking at him before she reached out to touch him with a timid finger. He lay still as she explored with feathery touches. When he could stand it no longer he reached down to guide her hand. He kissed her again as he worked her panties down over her hips. She let him slide them off. He began to tease her with the tip of his tail while he stroked her wing joints. She shuddered against him and whimpered. He paused, concerned.

"Don't stop." She whispered.

He renewed his efforts as he guided her hand to stroke him harder. Soon he had to stop her and simply concentrated on her. Her eyes began to glow and she arched her back as keened her climax. She rested against his chest for a moment then kissed him.

"Now?" He asked between kisses.

"Yes. Now Broadway!" She hissed into his ear. He laid her back against their straw couch and crouched above her. He wrapped his tail around her waist and prepared to enter her slowly. She leaned up to him to kiss him and draw him down. A long slow moment of sliding, then he began to thrust. Soon she was meeting him, thrust for thrust, her own tail wrapped around his waist. Her purring became a low growl as they built to a climax. Soon her roar joined his and the light from their eyes cast strange shadows on the walls.

When the couple finally emerged at dusk on the fourth night, it was obvious that the two had reached a new plateau in their relationship. They were in love.


The next few months passed quickly for the clan. Skye and Broadway's announcement of their mating prompted Maggie to finally put her foot down and demand that Derek marry her. Derek had been waiting until the Labyrinth was functioning smoothly. But, it never seemed to be running smoothly enough to suit him. Derek agreed, setting the date a month before Skye and Angela's earliest due date.

David Xanatos insisted on paying for the wedding. He wanted to hold it in the castle, but Derek and Maggie wanted it in the Labyrinth, so that all of the residents could attend. Since Maggie had no family of her own, Fox helped her in her planning and Goliath stood in for the father of the bride. Elisa stood as Maggie's bridesmaid and Claw acted as Derek's best man.

It was Skye's first real opportunity to meet the clones living as part of the Labyrinth clan. She found them somewhat disturbing, but they were friendly enough. They struck her as a little slow, but Broadway insisted that their language skills had improved greatly since he had last seen them. While she was there she struck up a tentative friendship with Delilah. Looking at Delilah, she wondered what Elisa and Goliath's child would look like. Delilah herself was fascinated by Skye's pregnancy.

"Can I touch?"

"Yeah, sure. But there's nothing to feel except my big belly. It's not like human babies. Eggs don't kick." She let Delilah run her hands across her bulging stomach.

"Can fly? So heavy." Delilah's brows furrowed in concern.

"Not very well. I'll probably have to give it up until the eggs come."

"How many? Very big."

"I'm not sure. Two or three is normal. Or at least that's what they told me. I'm guessing three. I think I'm bigger than Angela." Delilah nodded in agreement.

"I want eggs too."

"Hmmm...That requires a mate. Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Not decide yet."

"I don't know. Claw is pretty good looking and he's got that strong silent type thing going." Skye grinned slyly.

"Not Claw. That silly. I not talk good. He not talks."

"You have a point. One of the clones?"

"Not like word."

"Clones?"

"Yes."

"Sorry."

"Like Malibu."

"The one that looks like Brooklyn?" Delilah nodded. "Does he like you?" Delilah shrugged. "He probably does. You're pretty."

"I pretty?"

"Sure you are. Plus you know how to fight. You've got me beat for Miss Gargoyle USA."

"Huh? Not understand."

"Sorry. I feel kind of stupid. I haven't been a gargoyle very long and I don't know how to fight. Gargoyles are supposed to be warriors and protect people and stuff, but I can't, even if I weren't big as a house."

"Not stupid. Have idea."

"An idea? What is it?"

"You talk good. I fight well. You teach. I teach."

"You want to teach me how to fight? And I teach you how to speak better?" Delilah nodded. "O.K. It's a deal then, but the fighting will have to wait until after the eggs come."

"Good deal." They shook on it.


Epilogue:

Angela and Skye grew bigger and bigger. By the six month of their pregnancies they could barley glide. Elisa also grew bigger and found it necessary to explain to parents and friends, not to mention her partner. Parents, partner, and siblings were told the truth. Everyone else was told it was a "sperm donor" or whatever explanation struck her as most amusing at the time. What happened after the birth would depend on what the child looked like. The doctor was still satisfied with how well Elisa's pregnancy was progressing.

As the time for the eggs to arrive drew close, Marian was convinced to come to work for Xanatos. She would assist the doctor in the deliveries. Her official job as standby nurse for the castle infirmary was not demanding enough to keep her busy. She scrubbed every inch of the infirmary and rookery at least twice and began to take over some of Alex's care, claiming it was just as easy to watch two boys as one.

Dr. Casson spent many long nights with Hudson, trying to build a base of knowledge regarding gargoyle reproduction. The eggs could arrive anytime between six and eight months after the beginning of the breeding season. All the females should go into labor at once. This knowledge prompted the doctor to advise Elisa to stay away, fearing she would go into premature labor. Elisa refused; she wanted to participate in as much of the clan's life as she could.

Finally, the wait was over. Skye went into labor first, halfway into her seventh month. Angela started within the same hour. Laying eggs was easier on gargoyles than giving birth is to humans, as the eggs had flexible, leathery shells that slipped through the birth canal with relative ease. The doctor and Marian found themselves with little to do but hold hands and turn eggs. Over the course of three nights, Skye produced three eggs, while Angela produced two. The clan greeted this event with great joy.

Delilah became a regular visitor to the castle, volunteering to share egg-turning duties with Skye. True to their deal, the two gargoyles began to tutor each other. It wasn't long before Skye was taking her turn flying patrols and Delilah was in turn tutoring the other clones.

The clan waited nervously for the birth of Elisa's child. As she neared the end of her tenth month, the doctor began to worry. She had no idea what to expect from a hybrid pregnancy. She had begun to discuss a possible cesarean when Elisa finally went into labor shortly after dusk. The clan paced the halls of the castle nervously as Goliath hovered by Elisa's bedside. Owen calmly summoned Elisa's family, while Xanatos handed out cigars. Elisa's labor progressed rapidly and the child arrived almost before her family could gather.

Elisa and Goliath's daughter was greeted with choruses of "It's a girl. It's a girl!" The proud parents named her Gayle Elisabeth Maza. Everyone held their breath as the doctor examined the baby. She looked human enough, five fingers on each hand, five toes on each foot. The only outward signs of her gargoyle heritage were her hairlessness, save for head and eyebrows, and the slight purple tint to her caramel skin. But her gargoyle nature was clear as dawn cast her into stony slumber. Her rapid growth over the next few months tended to overshadow the baby Cameron's more modest accomplishments. The doctor theorized that the baby girl was catching up to the developmental stage she would have had as a hatchling.

Apparently, Fox was not to be left out of this baby boom. She gleefully announced her own pregnancy soon after Gayle's birth. David Xanatos simply threw his hand up in the air and instructed Owen to order "a gross of baby gates, it looks like we're going to need them."

And for a time, life was peaceful at Wyvern Castle. Or at least as peaceful as it gets with Goliath's clan.

The End