Disclaimer; just for the records, I own none of the lovely characters from
Angel, unfortunately, because Joss Whedon still refuses to surrender them
to me. Boo hoo.
Authors Note; hey anyone who decides to read this. This is my first piece of fanfic so I apologise if it is amazingly pathetic. Also im crap at writing summaries so anyone who read it thinking this was a romance, its not. This is more of an episode than a story cause its pretty short, and it is finished so please R&R and let me know whether I should post the rest of it or not. Please don't send me any flames though; my fragile ego may not be able to take it.
Chapter 1
Caitlin sat at the bar in Caritas, a tall pink cocktail in front of her, looking miserable. Since coming to LA just over a year ago, Caitlin had discovered a new family within Angel Investigations, and had settled right into the LA lifestyle. Just recently though, she had realised that certain 'feelings' had gradually developed within her towards one of her close friends, and she wasn't sure she liked, or could cope with these feelings. Despite being a vampire with a soul, and the inevitable chaos that would develop if his curse was broken, there was also Buffy to consider. Angel had been Buffy's true love. They had been soul mates, torn apart by tragic consequences. Caitlin could never hope to replace Buffy in Angel's life. She had left such a huge, black hole in his undead life that nobody would ever be able to fill. And even if there was the slightest chance that Angel would ever like her more than a friend, how could Caitlin allow herself to make the same mistake that her sister had done several years ago?
Caitlin sighed heavily and took another sip of her cocktail. Up on stage, a lumpy, kind of slimy looking demon was attempting to sing "I Will Always Love You", but was successfully murdering the ballad. Lorne sat beside Caitlin at the bar, trying to cheer her up.
"...so don't wait around for him. If he can't see how gorgeous you are and how big your heart is then he doesn't deserve you."
Caitlin smiled a little at this and looked at Lorne hopefully. "You really think so?"
"Hey, I'm the Host, I know these things! Now, sweetie, you need to have yourself some serious fun. Just let it all out and forget about your problems for one night."
Caitlin looked over at a nearby group of guys (some human, some not) that looked like they were having a great time. One of the human guys, the cutest one, saw Caitlin looking at them and smiled at her, beckoning her over. After a moment's hesitation, she smiled back and said to Lorne, "You know, I think I just might do that!"
Lorne smiled as she headed off towards the guys, drink in hand and full of flirtiness.
***
"Hey. Has anyone seen Caitlin this morning?" Angel asked as he came down the stairs into the reception of the Hyperion Hotel, carefully avoiding the patches of sunlight streaming through the windows.
Cordelia looked up from the computer, a mischievous grin on her face, "Little Miss Dirty Stop-out didn't come home last night." That seemed to get everyone's attention.
Fred looked at Cordy, surprised, "Really? That's not like her."
"Oh please! That is so like her," Cordy replied. "The girl has no shame."
"Well, I say good for her," Gunn said as he dropped a pile of dusty old books on the counter in front of Wesley. "That girl was in dire need of some fun."
"Yes, she has been rather down lately," Wesley added without looking up from a particularly old book he was studying.
"She has?" Angel asked, feigning surprise. He had noticed that Caitlin wasn't quite her usual (and sometimes annoyingly) cheerful self lately, and hadn't been for a while now. And, unfortunately, he had a feeling he knew what was bothering her, though he didn't want to let on to the others.
"She's been so lacking in the fun department lately, even I been gettin' depressed." Gunn stated.
"Well, what do you think could be wrong with her?" Angel asked, hoping that he could have gotten the wrong end of the stick entirely.
Cordelia shrugged, "Every time I tried to find out she just changed the subject."
Angel thought about this for a second, realising he was most probably right in his conclusion. He sighed inaudibly, knowing a difficult and probably slightly embarrassing conversation with Caitlin was facing him, and there was no way of avoiding it. He'd tried that before; it didn't help. "Well, maybe I should go look for her," he said distractedly, deciding it would be better to get this over and done with as soon as possible.
"Hey, Mr Bright Idea," Cordelia called to Angel as he turned to leave. "It's ten in the morning. Unless you wanna get fried extra crispy, you'd better stay indoors and let me do the looking."
Angel looked out the windows at the bright sunshine beating down on the hotel gardens outside. "Oh," he said a little sheepishly, "Right. Maybe you should go."
Cordelia nodded and grabbed her bag, glad for a chance to get outside and show off her new and very flattering outfit on the street. Nobody had even batted an eyelid in the hotel.
"She probably just met a guy, right?" Fred asked tentatively as Cordy left.
***
Authors Note; hey anyone who decides to read this. This is my first piece of fanfic so I apologise if it is amazingly pathetic. Also im crap at writing summaries so anyone who read it thinking this was a romance, its not. This is more of an episode than a story cause its pretty short, and it is finished so please R&R and let me know whether I should post the rest of it or not. Please don't send me any flames though; my fragile ego may not be able to take it.
Chapter 1
Caitlin sat at the bar in Caritas, a tall pink cocktail in front of her, looking miserable. Since coming to LA just over a year ago, Caitlin had discovered a new family within Angel Investigations, and had settled right into the LA lifestyle. Just recently though, she had realised that certain 'feelings' had gradually developed within her towards one of her close friends, and she wasn't sure she liked, or could cope with these feelings. Despite being a vampire with a soul, and the inevitable chaos that would develop if his curse was broken, there was also Buffy to consider. Angel had been Buffy's true love. They had been soul mates, torn apart by tragic consequences. Caitlin could never hope to replace Buffy in Angel's life. She had left such a huge, black hole in his undead life that nobody would ever be able to fill. And even if there was the slightest chance that Angel would ever like her more than a friend, how could Caitlin allow herself to make the same mistake that her sister had done several years ago?
Caitlin sighed heavily and took another sip of her cocktail. Up on stage, a lumpy, kind of slimy looking demon was attempting to sing "I Will Always Love You", but was successfully murdering the ballad. Lorne sat beside Caitlin at the bar, trying to cheer her up.
"...so don't wait around for him. If he can't see how gorgeous you are and how big your heart is then he doesn't deserve you."
Caitlin smiled a little at this and looked at Lorne hopefully. "You really think so?"
"Hey, I'm the Host, I know these things! Now, sweetie, you need to have yourself some serious fun. Just let it all out and forget about your problems for one night."
Caitlin looked over at a nearby group of guys (some human, some not) that looked like they were having a great time. One of the human guys, the cutest one, saw Caitlin looking at them and smiled at her, beckoning her over. After a moment's hesitation, she smiled back and said to Lorne, "You know, I think I just might do that!"
Lorne smiled as she headed off towards the guys, drink in hand and full of flirtiness.
***
"Hey. Has anyone seen Caitlin this morning?" Angel asked as he came down the stairs into the reception of the Hyperion Hotel, carefully avoiding the patches of sunlight streaming through the windows.
Cordelia looked up from the computer, a mischievous grin on her face, "Little Miss Dirty Stop-out didn't come home last night." That seemed to get everyone's attention.
Fred looked at Cordy, surprised, "Really? That's not like her."
"Oh please! That is so like her," Cordy replied. "The girl has no shame."
"Well, I say good for her," Gunn said as he dropped a pile of dusty old books on the counter in front of Wesley. "That girl was in dire need of some fun."
"Yes, she has been rather down lately," Wesley added without looking up from a particularly old book he was studying.
"She has?" Angel asked, feigning surprise. He had noticed that Caitlin wasn't quite her usual (and sometimes annoyingly) cheerful self lately, and hadn't been for a while now. And, unfortunately, he had a feeling he knew what was bothering her, though he didn't want to let on to the others.
"She's been so lacking in the fun department lately, even I been gettin' depressed." Gunn stated.
"Well, what do you think could be wrong with her?" Angel asked, hoping that he could have gotten the wrong end of the stick entirely.
Cordelia shrugged, "Every time I tried to find out she just changed the subject."
Angel thought about this for a second, realising he was most probably right in his conclusion. He sighed inaudibly, knowing a difficult and probably slightly embarrassing conversation with Caitlin was facing him, and there was no way of avoiding it. He'd tried that before; it didn't help. "Well, maybe I should go look for her," he said distractedly, deciding it would be better to get this over and done with as soon as possible.
"Hey, Mr Bright Idea," Cordelia called to Angel as he turned to leave. "It's ten in the morning. Unless you wanna get fried extra crispy, you'd better stay indoors and let me do the looking."
Angel looked out the windows at the bright sunshine beating down on the hotel gardens outside. "Oh," he said a little sheepishly, "Right. Maybe you should go."
Cordelia nodded and grabbed her bag, glad for a chance to get outside and show off her new and very flattering outfit on the street. Nobody had even batted an eyelid in the hotel.
"She probably just met a guy, right?" Fred asked tentatively as Cordy left.
***
