There’s an explanation to this story. And I bet you can’t wait to hear it! 
Basically, ‘Ransom’ was one of my favorite episodes, but I think they 
all came to terms with the situation WAY too easily. Especially Fox 
and Lexington. So this is just a little bit of what I think may have 
happened.

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infringement is intended.

Recovery

	It was a quiet night.
	Well, for New York.
	Brooklyn stood at the edge of the crown of the Statue of 
Liberty, looking out over the harbor, enjoying for a moment the simple 
peace that had been so rare lately. The city looked almost surreal from 
there, like a fairy tale painting on a tapestry instead of a true place. It 
was times like this when he could see the goodness in this city, not the 
hate and prejudice.
	He tossed a glance at his companion. Lexington, the youngest 
of their Clan, stood beside him, on all fours like he usually was, 
looking like a giant cat. He too was gazing out over the harbor, 
although he seemed more interested in the ships than the city. ‘Typical 
Lex,’ Brooklyn thought fondly. ‘It’s nice to see him acting normal 
again after that mess with Doyle.’ The memory wasn’t a pleasant one 
and he dropped the thought. “Ready to go?” he asked. “We really 
shouldn’t be out too long.”
	“Yeah,” Lexington replied, “I guess.”
	Brooklyn watched him carefully. Something wasn’t right here. 
Lex never ‘guessed’, he knew. And he was never without an opinion. It 
was just the way he was. But lately...
	“Is everything all right?” Brooklyn asked carefully.
	“Why wouldn’t it be?” Lexington asked defensively. 
	“No reason. You just seem...upset.”
	“Well, I’m not.”
	“Okay.”
	“Don’t ‘okay’ me! I’m fine!”
	“So why are you biting my head off?” Brooklyn asked softly.
	Lexington looked away. “Let’s just go.”
	Brooklyn watched as the younger gargoyle leapt into the air, 
gliding away. Whatever momentary peace there had been was gone 
now. He mentally cursed Castaway, the Quarrymen, Doyle and Fox 
Xanatos for causing all this, then took off after his brother.
	He caught up quickly. “Just say it!” he demanded. “Just say 
what’s wrong and get it over with.”
	“I told you, nothing’s wrong.” Lex’s reply was calmer this 
time, but he didn’t look Brooklyn in the eye.
	“Liar,” Brooklyn challenged. “I know you better than that. I 
can tell when something’s bothering you. Remember Fatso?”
	Lexington laughed. “Old Fatso. I haven’t thought of him in 
years.”
	“Neither have I. Didn’t miss much, did we?”	
	“No,” Lex agreed. “Definitely not." He grinned suddenly. 
"But as I recall, the only reason you knew Fatso was getting to me was 
because you were on his side."
	"So I used to have bad taste in friends," Brooklyn said 
unconcernedly. "I have since changed my ways. You and Broadway 
are a hell of a lot easier to get along with anyway. And being a bully 
never really suited me."
	"Yeah, you made a pretty lousy bully."
	"Thank you."
	"You're welcome."
	"I still know you better than that."
	"If you know me so well, what's bothering me? Assuming," 
Lex added, "that anything is."
	Brooklyn knew a challenge when he heard one. He also knew 
when Lex was giving him an opening. "Alex's kidnapping. You're still 
blaming yourself."
	"Do you know how the kidnappers got away?"
	"They had a helicopter. That's how you knew that Doyle was 
one of the kidnappers; you recognized the helicopter."
	"Yeah. But do you know *why* they got away?"
	Brooklyn shook his head. "I don't understand."
	Lexington scowled, but not at him. "I tripped."
	"Excuse me?"
	"I tripped." Lexington sighed. "Brilliant, huh? The kidnappers 
have Alex, they're making a break for it, and I *tripped.*"
	"That's what's been bothering you?" Brooklyn asked. "I 
thought it was getting captured at the library." 
	Lex grimaced and Brooklyn realized he should have kept his 
mouth shut. "Not really that so much," Lex said. "Getting caught was 
part of the deal, remember? Me for Alex."
	"Do you mind if I tell you that wasn't my favorite plan?"
	"I wasn't too fond of it myself. Those restraints chafed."
	"Fox told me."
	"Told you what?" Lex asked warily.
	"What happened when the kidnappers attacked." Brooklyn 
chuckled. "Sounds like an old movie. 'Attack of the Kidnappers.'" He 
grew serious. "She said it wasn't your fault."
	Lex suddenly dove, plummeting toward the pavement. 
Brooklyn stared after him. "Lex?" He followed in time to see his 
brother plow full speed into a group of thugs threatening two young 
women. Two of them went down immediately, the others pulled out 
weapons. No guns, Brooklyn saw relieved. Just knives. He held back. 
'Let Lex get this out of his system. Maybe it'll calm him down.' A few 
brain-dead muggers with knives were not a threat to anybody but 
themselves and their victims, Lex could handle himself.
	Sure enough, two minutes and five muggers later Lex rejoined 
him on the roof of a nearby building. “Think I should bother calling the 
cops to come get these guys?”
	“You got a quarter?”
	Lexington gave him a funny look. “Where would I put it?”
	Brooklyn shrugged. “So let them rot. Somebody’ll untie them 
sooner or later.” He ignored Lexington’s reproving look and leapt from 
the roof into the air. He was playing a hunch that Lex wasn’t as 
opposed to talking as he said, that if Brooklyn gave him the chance to 
get it off his chest he would. When Lex followed him a moment later 
he was certain he was right.
	“Listen,” Lex began, “I’m sorry if I yelled at you back there.”
	“Don’t sweat it,” Brooklyn said. “I’m used to putting up with 
you and your moods.”
	“Did Fox really say that it wasn’t my fault?”
	Brooklyn scowled momentarily, careful not to let Lexington 
see. Damn Fox and her temper anyway. “Yeah, she did. She was kind 
of embarrassed about blowing up at you like that. But she was worried 
about Alex, you know.”
	“Yeah, I know.”
	He would.
	“How come she told you all this?” Lexington asked curiously.
	“I - asked her?”
	“Brooklyn...”
	“I was worried about you, all right? You’ve been moping 
around the castle for the past couple of weeks and I wanted to know 
what was up. She told me.”
	“Great,” Lexington muttered.
	“She was right. It wasn’t your fault.”
	“How would you know?” Lexington snapped. “You weren’t 
there. You don’t know what happened.”
	“Fox was there and she does know and she told me so I do 
know and I know that it wasn’t your fault. So there.” Brooklyn gave 
him a triumphant look.
	Lexington shook his head, but he was smiling a bit. “Brook, I 
screwed up and they took Alex and Fox was right; it was my fault. And 
maybe Fox does say different now - I don’t know I haven’t spoken to 
her lately - but it doesn’t change what happened.”
	“What did happen?”
	“I told you. I tripped as they were getting away.”
	Brooklyn chose his words with care. Now was not the time to 
put Lex on the defensive. “The way Fox tells it you were blasted 
halfway across the room and buried under a ton of rubble. She was 
surprised you were alive, let alone conscious enough to try and go after 
those guys. You were in pretty bad shape when you got back to the 
castle, you’ve got to admit.”
	Lexington didn’t say anything and Brooklyn decided to press 
his advantage. “And I talked to Xanatos and Owen,” he grimaced 
involuntarily, “and they said pretty much the same thing. So it looks to 
me like you’re beating yourself up over nothing. You did get him 
back,” he reminded him carefully. “You’re the one who figured out 
Doyle was the kidnapper. Without that Elisa never would have known 
where to look and she and Goliath never would have found the kid. 
You’re the one who caught Doyle when he grabbed Alex as a hostage. 
And frankly, giving yourself up like that took guts. Especially 
considering the type of people you were surrendering to. You scared 
the hell out of us, you know,” he chided. “Broadway was all set for 
ripping Doyle’s head off.”
	“I sorta wish he had,” Lexington admitted. “I was ready to do 
it myself by the time that was all over.”
	“Do me a favor, kid?”
	“What?”
	“Just think about what I said. And remember: It. Was. Not. 
Your. Fault. Okay?” Lexington nodded slowly. “Now come on. Let’s 
get back to the castle.”
	There was silence for a moment, each of them thinking their 
own thoughts. Then Lexington broke in. “Brooklyn?”
	“Yeah, Lex?”
	“Don’t call me ‘kid.’ Comprende, old man?”
	“Comprende, mon frere.”