Hey guys. I have decided to just go ahead and make this a Kagome/Brooklyn story, cause I love that pairing. Either way, I appreciate your feedback on the subject, and I may use those ideas for possible future stories. I own nothing, please enjoy.

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Kagome slipped into a kind of schedule in the Eyrie Building. During the day, she would sleep and keep an eye on Alex, since she could insure that he didn't do anything with his magic, and since Owen was busy with David, as was Fox. At night, she would watch the sun go down and see the clan wake up. But, that day as dusk approached, Kagome was excited. She had been living in the Castle for almost a week, and she was going to go on her first patrol with Lexington and Brooklyn that night. They told her that they didn't expect a whole lot of trouble with criminals, since the crime rates were dropping, given Brode's and Dracon's incarceration.

As the sun was setting that evening, Kagome flipped the channel to Nightwatch. It was interesting, in a masochistic sort of way, to watch and hear about peoples opinions on gargoyles. Unfortunately, there was a rather uneven division of those who thought gargoyles should be destroyed, those who were simply scared, those who were morbidly curious (Seriously? Capture and dissect one?), those who were just plain old curious, and those who wished to reach out to the gargoyles. That last group was a sad minority, hence the comment on masochism.

"Tonight, on Nightwatch, we are once again joined by Professor Lennox McDuff, and D.A Margo Yale." Travis Marshall introduced his guests. "With recent events since you last joined us, what do you two have to say on the topic of gargoyles?"

"Well, I'd say their recent actions have added strength to my explanation that gargoyles are sentient beings who are worthy of respect and understanding." stated the Professor, while the D.A rolled her eyes in obvious scorn.

"Hardly. They have destroyed public property and innocent people have been injured. Those beasts must be held accountable. Or does Mr. MacDuff respect the gragoyles so much that he believes they are above the law." Yale sneered.

Kagome scowled. Now she understood why Elisa always got an unpleasant expression on her face whenever the D.A was brought up. Looking at the bottom of the television, Kagome saw that Nightwatch would accept anonymous calls from viewers. With a triumphant smile, Kagome snatched up the phone from counter.

"Oh, it appears we have a call coming in." Travis reached over to the phone setting in front of him and pressing a button. "You are now on speaker."

"Thank you, Mr. Marshall. Miss Yale, I'm a little confused about your statement, as well as past statements you have made concerning the gargoyles. You have continually said that gargoyles are little better than animals, yet at the same time you have accused them of crimes that animals cannot commit. You even put one on trial, a trial that I found to be a farce, given that you didn't even check those weapons for fingerprints, you only brought attention to the claw marks." Kagome started off. "In fact, what are they even guilty of? Also, how would you charge them? Have any laws been created pertaining to what is legal when gargoyles are concerned?"

"Miss, the gargoyles are a serious threat to public safety, I can't ignore that." Margot said, her voice and facial expressions turning earnest. But looking into Yale's eyes, Kagome only saw anger and resentment at being asked questions she couldn't answer.

"How? If gargoyles are a threat to public safety, what on Earth do you call those Quarrymen?"

Margot only smiled. "They are simply concerned citizens-" she was promptly cut off by Kagome.

"Oh? Then why was my 11-year-old brother attacked by some of those thugs, when I can fully assure you that my brother is not a gargoyle, if they are so concerned with safety? In fact, the person who saved was someone with wings and fangs. Sorry if I view them as a group of ignorant thugs who actually are a risk to public safety."

"I am sorry about your brother, but I'm sure he was confused." Margot said, her voice and face full of false kindness.

"Well, they were wearing hoods, blue suits, and carrying around electric sledgehammers. That sure sounds like Quarrymen to me. Are those weapons even registered? Those are hardly what are used in construction." Kagome took a deep breath. Kami-sama people like Yale pissed her off. "Professor McDuff, you say that gargoyles are to be approached with understanding and tolerance, do you know how different they are from us, and how we could respect them?"

MacBeth smiled. Finally someone with a brain. "Miss, gargoyles are driven by a desire to protect their territories, and anyone inhabiting those territories. A gargoyle can no more stop protecting than they can breathing. New York is the home of these gargoyles, and therefore everyone in the city of New York is to be protected, in their minds. The only ones that need fear are those who seek to harm others. So, really, if you are an honest, law-abiding citizen, then you have no reason to fear the gargoyles."

"Arigato, Professor. Thank you, Mr. Marshall, Yale." Kagome thanked the interested looking news anchor and the angry DA, noticeably leaving out any title for the lawyer.

"Thank you, ma'am, it seems you have provided our viewers with some interesting food for thought. This is Travis Marshall on Nightwatch, and we'll be back after these messages." Travis said before the show switched to commercial.

"Now that was awesome!" Brooklyn half-laughed half-cheered from the kitchen doorway, grinning and striding over to clap her on the shoulder.

"You think so?" Kagome asked, grinning back. "I cannot even tell you how good it felt to put that-that witch in her place!"

"Aye, lass. I believe that ye may have changed a few minds out there tonight." Hudson agreed, smiling broadly from where Brooklyn had been moments before.

Kagome recieved similar sentiments from the rest of the Clan, who were all pleased to hear that Margot had been shown up on national television.

When it came time to leave, Kagome, Brooklyn, and Lexington were assigned to the more residential areas of New York. There had been an upsurge of muggings and break-ins in the area, believed to be caused by the Clan's tendencies to remain within the inner-city, where crime is more rampant. They got lucky, in a manner of speaking, fairly soon.

A family of four-a man, a woman, with their son and daughter- were currently being menaced by a group of thugs. Kagome could faintly hear one of the thugs saying "Shoulda seen this comin', brats, after what you did to Radar. You heard anyone ever say 'snitches get stitches'?"

"Yeah, that's all I needed to hear." Kagome snarled, descending upon the thugs, for all intents looking like a demon, with Brooklyn and Lexington flanking her.

With her enhanced strength and generally terrifying apperance, Kagome was easily able to dispatch a couple of thugs, just as the other two did. Once the thugs were all dealt with, the three beings turned to the cowering family. Or, rather, half cowering, as the two kids, both somewhere between Kagome's and Souta's ages, looked excited.

"Brooklyn!" squealed the girl, who looked to be about thirteen, before running up to the copper skinned gargoyle, embracing him.

"Hey, Bobbi." Brooklyn chuckled accepting the hug.

"Hi, Brook." said the boy, who looked to be about 15, walking up to shake Brooklyn's hand.

"Bobbi, Dave, get back here!" hissed their balding father, looking fearfully at the 'monsters'. He was ignored.

"You know these guys, Brooklyn?" Kagome asked curiously.

"Yeah, I met them back when they were living on the streets." Brooklyn quickly explained before turning back to the Porter's. "Radar's guys looking for some payback?"

"Yeah, we've gotten letters and phonecalls and other stuff like that, but this is the first time any of them had ever come near us." Dave explained, nudging one of the unconcious crooks with his foot.

"Haven't the police done anything to protect you guys?" Kagome asked, startled at the oversight of this family, who had so clearly pissed off a dangerous criminal.

"They'd thought they'd rounded all of these guys up after we testified at his trial. We lost our guard after that." Dave explained, gazing curiously at her. "Are you a gargoyle?"

"Not quite. Mutated human." Seeing his disbelief, she shrugged. "It happens."

"Ah, right. This is Kagome, recent addition to the Clan, and this shortie is Lexington." Brooklyn quickly introduced his clanmates.

"Okay, that does it!" burst out Mr. Porter, now overcoming his fear to protect his children. He marched forward, past his fearful wife, and immdiately stood between his bemused children and three clanmates.

"I-I've called the police, they'll be here soon!" Mrs. Porter said, sounding scared.

Kagome ignored how scared they were. Her experiences in the past had shown her that it was best to simply ignore frightened people, as it takes too much time trying to calm them down. "Good, because it looks like they're starting to wake up."

On cue, one of the hoodlums began to sit up. Kagome swooped down in front of him and snarled in his face, which promptly caused him to faint.

Kagome turned back to the rest of the group, looking worried. "Was that mean of me? I really just didn't want to hit him again, I could end up doing some permanent damage now, since he's already been hit once, so I could give him brain damage, and nobody deserves that, even if he is total lowlife." Kagome blurted this all out very quickly.

Everyone stared at her for a moment. Then, Bobbi, Brooklyn, Dave, and Lexington began to laugh at her, simply because of the stunned, nervous look on her face. This also cause Mr. and Mrs. Porter to stare at the mutate incredulously. When the two groups parted at the sound of sirens, the youngest members of them were still laughing, even Kagome, over how ridiculous she had sounded. Mr. and Mrs. Porter weren't scared now so much as they were confused beyond belief.

This ended up becoming a tale that was passed down through the generations, much to Kagome's chagrin.

After sweeping the area a bit more, and stopping two muggings, assisting person who was having a heart attack, and preventing a home invasion, Brooklyn and Lexington took Kagome back into the inner-city, claiming to have a surprise for her. They pulled her to some kind of Rec Center, which had a sign outside proclaiming: "P.I.T Crew; People for Interspecies Tolerance". Kagome became excited fairly quickly.

"Is this seriously what I think it is?" she asked excitedly.

"Well, what do you think it is?" Lex asked, grinning at her excitement.

"I think it's the exact opposite of the Quarrymen." Kagome answered, her fangs gleaming.

"You'd be right. We found out about these guys after the Quarrymen came into one of their meetings and attacked 'em." Brooklyn said, scowling at the memory. It had scared some of the members away, but it had also been some seriously bad press for the Quarrymen, especially after it became public knowledge that they had later attacked a hospital where hudson was being treated. And as many people that had been scared away by that attack, it also brought attention to the P.I.T Crew and their goals.

The three went over to a back door marked 'Emergency Exit' and rapped on it. The door was answered by a dark haired man with glasses, who looked startled at who was at the door.

"Mind if we gate-crash?" Lexington asked, grinning.

"N-not at all, please come in!" said the man, who now looked quite excited by this turn of events. "Mary, we have some guests."

Kagome and the gargoyles were greeted by a large, and highly diverse group of people who all believed in treating gargoyles with equality. There were old men and women, who recalled the help of gargoyles during WWII. There were people of different nationalities who sympathised with the stigma they were being treated with, or were familiar with their own countries resident clans. Then there were the plain old, libral-minded, decent people who despised bigotry, as well as the younger kids who'd been dragged along by older relatives, and were now thrilled at the newest developement, simply because it's not every day you meet a gargoyle.

They were asked many questions: are there really gargoyles in other parts of the world; do they always stay in groups; how many gargoyles are there in New York; how many in the world; were they born in New York; how did they end up in New York...The questions went on until it was nearly dawn, at which point they excused themselves, joking about their 'curfew'.

Overall, Kagome thought to herself after arriving at the castle she had begun to think of as home, this was a great night.

Oh, it's so wonderful that Lord Sesshomaru has trusted me with such an important mission. Jaken thought to himself in delight, before drooping slightly. But I do wish I had been told the method used to manipulate Avalon's Mists. I've already been to Africa, with those strange panthers and that disgusting, spidery city of Anansi's. Honestly, what a fool, why would he banish everyone who served him. Well, the Fae always were a strange and impulsive lot.

Jaken was jerked out of his musings by his skiff slowing to a stop. As the Mists cleared, Jaken looked at his surroundings. He saw one of the traditional buildings of his homeland.

"This isn't right. That trickster, Puck is supposed to live in America with those barbarian humans." Jaken said out loud. He noticed the forms of gargoyles, turning to face towards their home. Jaken shook his head irritably. This wasn't what he was looking for. He pushed off from the shore, once more braving the volatile Mists of Avalon.

"Mr. Xanatos, the results for the DNA of Miss Higurashi have returned. It seems that Dr. Sevarius made a few more adjustments to the mutagenic formula than originally thought." Owen said as he brought the envelope to his employer. He himself had already read the results.

"Really? I can't say I'm surprised, he has had a few years to adjust it." David said as his eyes skimmed the report. An amused smile worked it's way onto his face. "Well, it seems that Kagome is going to become a bit more popular with the males."

Owen, also allowed a smirk to work it's way onto his features.

Wow, I wrote, like half of this in close to no time at all. I hope you enjoyed this. Please give me crack- er, I mean, reviews. Right! Please review!