A/N: I own Nothing. Joss Is King!!!

This is my first fan fic. This is a story I wrote 3 years ago..please review and let me know if I should continue....

Also....I stink at grammar...I did the best I could so please forgive me. If it's really bad please send blame to the Louisiana educational system :D

The Lost Sibling

Chapter One:

"Hey Connor, are you hungry?" Angel yelled to his son from the bottom of the stairs of the lobby of the Hyperion Hotel. His teenage son replied, coming down the staircase, "Yeah, but you or Cordy's not gonna be cooking, right?", with a playful grin on his face. "No- now come help us go through all the take out filers and let's figure out what we're gonna have." He put his arm around his sixteen-year-old miracle child. Some days he just still couldn't believe that him, a 227-year-old vampire with a soul, was a father. If only his father was alive to see Angel now and to meet Connor. He thought back to when Connor was just an infant, whenever Angel or Cordy would go to pull his bottle away from him before he was done with it, he would make this angry face that was the same that Angel's father use to make whenever Angel, well back then he was called Liam, would come home stumbling from the town tavern early in the morning. It never failed to freak him out. "I only hope I can be as good of a dad as I never gave you credit for, Father."

"Ok Connor,", Cordeila said handing him a pile of papers, "you look through all the Mexican fliers, Fred and Gunn can look through all the Thai fliers, Wesley, you and Lorne can look through all the Chinese filers. "And you", pointing at Angel, "come help me go through all these pizza filers."

"Remember," Fred said looking around the lobby at the group, " we need to find the deal that will give us the most food for the least amount of money, because as y'all know, business has been really quiet."

"Yeah, I know, Do you realize that I haven't killed anything in a week?", Connor said almost sadly. Fred timidly raised her hand, "Well ya did get rid of that huge spider that was totally coming towards me two days ago, that's something isn't it?" Lorne, the green horned demon looked at Fred and laughed, "Sugar dumpling, you and I both know that a lil spider killin' isn't enough for our nature boy. And besides I was there for the spider incident, one: it was the size of a nickel- at the most, and two: It was on the total other side if the lobby and probably had no intention of coming anywhere near you and your spider screaming self."

With that, the whole group started to laugh. "Yeah, my girl's afraid of the "itsy- bitsy" spider, so what?", Gunn asked, putting his arms around the tiny scientist. "Yes, so what indeed," Wes replied, "but Fred, you'll have to admit considering all the things that you've seen since being sent to Pylea and living with us, that a spider is by far the least scariest thing you've seen."

"Well not to be a party pooper, but to get back to what Fred was saying," Cordy said sadly, "Angel, the electricity and the rent is due in two weeks. If we don't get a paying case soon, how are we gonna pay our bills?" Angel looked at Cordy and said,"I really don't know, but something will happen, we always come out of situations like this ok."

"Oh," Cordeila said loudly, making everyone in the room jump, " And I did say a "paying" case so you "Powers That Be", can just not even try to get us side tracked." She said, looking up at the sky, "Got it?" "Um.. she doesn't mean that, whoever's up there." Lorne said quickly with a panicked laugh. "Cordelia, please don't piss off the powers." Wesley begged. "Um, I'm with Connor, I'm bored and I want to either get a case we can work or just go out and kill some vamps around town. So either that door opens and we have a case, or I'm going out."

"So, I guess I came at the right time then. "A female called from the landing in front of the door. Her voice had an unmistakable Irish brogue. "Is this the Angel Investigations office?" she asked. She was about seventeen years old, carrying a book bag and two dufflebags. She had long black hair down to her shoulder blades and the palest blue eyes that anyone in the lobby had seen. Connor quickly got up and was the first one to regain his voice, " Yeah this is Angel investigations, I'm Connor, what can we help you with?" Truth be told, he was hoping that whatever she needed, that he would be the only person that could do it and that it would take an awfully long time to do it. "Please, oh please let this be a long day!"

"I'm Angel." he said introducing himself and put his hand out to shake. "This young man who already introduced himself is my son. And this is my staff, this is Cordeila Chase, Charles Gunn, Fred Burkle, Wesley Wyndam-Price, and this is ..um..." looking at Lorne and not knowing how to explain him, wondering if this young girl knew about the real truths in world she lived in. "This is Lorne- he just got back from his class- he teaches at a cosmetology school and today he was telling us about how he was showing them how real make up can allow make believe monsters seem real" Lorne shot Angel a dirty look when he used the word "monster".

"Ahh...Mister Angel," the mysterious you girl replied,"it's alright, I know that your friend Lorne here is a demon, I know that they're real. Um, I'm actually part demon myself. That's why I need you and your staff's help. I found out a year ago by my mother that my father, who she had told me was dead, was in fact still alive and that he was a full-blooded demon. The reason she finally told me the truth was that she had received a letter, postmarked from here in Los Angeles, saying that if she hadn't told me the truth about my heritage, that I was going to figure it out very soon. So as soon as I came home from school that day, she sat me down and tearfully told me everything. About how she met my father, how she left Dublin and moved to Limerick when she found out she was pregnant, never to see him or her family again. The letter said, that the reason this person knew about me was that my father had told him about me and that MY father was also HIS father and that he didn't want his sister to have to go though the changes my body would experience not knowing what was going on like he was forced to do. Mister Angel, I have a brother in LA who I've never met but who saved my life and my sanity. Will you help me find him?"

"Of course we'll help you find him," Connor quickly said "um...um.. I'm sorry I didn't catch your name?" "Oh, how stupid of me." the girl replied, blushing "My name is Sara."

"Well, Sara." Cordy said, guiding the girl away from the door and sitting her down on the large circular chair in the middle of the lobby. "Let's start by getting some information about this amazing new older brother of yours, like maybe a name?"

"Oh, that's easy." Sara said with a smile. All Connor could think was how beautiful she was, "She's perfect."

"He told me in his letter that he sent me, his name is Allen. But he didn't go by that, he went by his last name." "And that would be?" Angel asked. The name that came out of the girl's mouth surprised them all.

"Doyle."