Story:- Family found
Author:- Charlie
Rating:- G
Spoilers:- If you haven't seen season three then it does have spoilers in
it, otherwise read a head.
Pairing:- Lots, not really based a certain couples.
Summary:- It turns out that Angel has more family than anyone first
realised.
Review:- Yes please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But this is my first fic so please go
easy on me.
The only characters that belong to me are Sam, Salem, Matt, Laura, Brian and some demons.
All the other characters belong to Joss (The Master of all things Buffy and Angel) Whedon. Except in my dreams where everything I've ever wanted is mine. ( Like the contract for the ownership of all these characters.)
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All writing like this is the characters thoughts.
Chapter 1
It was an average evening at Angel Investigations. Gunn had just turned up to work after being given the earlier part of the day off because he'd been doing surveillance all the previous night with Angel. Surveillance that turned out to be pointless because they didn't find what they wanted, this also appeared to be the obvious reason why Angel was in such a foul mood, because unlike Gunn he had a son who refused to settle down and sleep at all, but was quit happy to cry and keep his dad awake. Angel eventually had to hand Conner over to Fred and Cordelia, while he slept, Angel wasn't completely happy about this but although he didn't like to admit it, Cordilia was sometimes right, he realised this was one of those times when she was, especially when she said.
"Angel you can't expect Conner to sleep when you want him to, it's not his fault that he sleeps at night like normal people, unlike you who insists on watching some abandoned warehouse all night"
I'm not normal though.
Passed through Angels mind, but he wasn't prepared to face what Cordillia would throw back in his face that morning.
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" Where is he!!?"
She said as she throw a half drunken man across the bar. The bar tender who had been drinking the whisky from his own bar while it was closed, stood up, through half blurred eyes he could see a teenage girl, possibly 17 years old. She had very distinctive pink, braded hair. She seemed to have completely black eyes but once he'd shaken his head and recovered from colliding with the wall he could see that they weren't black, but a very dark brown. They looked deep like she had her secrets that you just didn't want to know.
"Look my patients is wearing thin and I really need to know where Angel is but no one wants to tell me"
She was right, this was the tenth person she'd asked and not one of the previous people would tell her, not even if she pounded their faces. The bar tender poured himself another whiskey.
He's probably already had five.
She thought to herself, but she didn't dare distract him because she could see he was having trouble just trying to gather a thought to answer her question and any answer is better than none, even if half of it will be the drink talking.
"In answer to your question young lady.no, I can't tell you where he is because if I did he would do something much worse than just simply throw me across my bar"
She couldn't believe what she was hearing, this is what everyone else said, but what would he do, he has a soul.
"So what exactly will he do to you?"
"That is business between Angel and myself, ain't got nothin to do with you!"
This was the answer everyone else gave her as well, with a great sigh of frustration she walked out of the bar, in to the storage room and dropped down through the man hole in the sewers, the bar tender who had just downed his 6th whiskey slammed the cover back on, like it was a sign of defiance and then fell to the floor when his head started to swim because the 5th and 6th whiskey had just got to him.
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Brian walked down a road; he didn't know which one, in down town LA. Both sides of the street were lined with abandoned warehouse and falling down office blokes that had been converted in to tiny "shoe box" flats. All the buildings were three to four storeys high and all crammed up against each other. On the right hand side of the road there was a gang of teenage guys break dancing on a makeshift cardboard mat, smoking what looked like drugs and showing off weapons such as knives and pistols, on top of an old rusting dumpster if a wheel missing they had set up an old stereo system that looked liked it had seen better days.
Kids.
Was the immediate thought that passed across brains mind as he walked past them, on the opposite side of the road, but the he remembered that he had been a kid once, so he wasn't quit so judgmental. It wasn't the safest place to be at 11:45pm. The person or thing, he wasn't quit sure which, who he was looking for wasn't exactly the safest on this planet even with a sole.
"Hey man, its me Brian, you seen 'er?"
Brain was talking to a young guy, probably 19 years old that had just emerged from one of the few alleys that separated the buildings, they generally lead to an outside storage area at the back of the buildings, a lot of homeless people lived there because it was out of the way. He looked homeless, but not incapable of looking after himself because he wore baggy jeans and a shirt that were quit new. His hair was black and it kind of hung raggedly, but not really messily, he had his lip, eyebrow and ears pierced at the top. The most noticeable features of his face were his eyes, a deep brown as if hiding some terrible secret.
"Oh hey. You mean Sam, right?"
Salem said in response to the question, which the short, tubby, almost bald, pale man that he knew as Brian asked him.
"Yeah, she owes me money"
"No man I haven't sorry" he replied with great sadness.
"Hey I though you guys, vampires I mean were supposed to have some funny sense or connection, especially to your Sires"
Brian didn't get a reply straight away, the young guy looked about a bit as if troubled then said
"We do, I know she's here, I just can't find her, she's always been good at hiding"
Brian had an understanding look on his face; it was almost like they were friends.
"Ok Salem, man, I understand, kinda, look if I run into 'er first I'll tell 'er you said hi. Cya round maybe"
"Thanks"
Salem walked back down the alley merging into the darkness.
It still seems like the darks his best friend, funny, would thought it'd reject a vampire with a soul.
Brian thought as he walked back up the street to find the garage where he'd parked his car, he still had to find Sam and his money.
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"You found out who this crazy girl is yet?"
Cordelia asked Angel in her usually cheery mood.
"No.I haven't found out anything except what she looks like"
Wesley glanced up from the paper he was reading, and then as if searching through the memory files in his brain said
"Ah, yes. The teenage girl with pink hair who can well basically."
"Kick some serious butt!"
".Yes Cordelia, you basically took."
"The words right out of your mouth"
Wesley gave Cordelia a look of frustration and then decided to keep quite and returned to his paper. Fred walked in carrying coffee and doughnuts, Gunn walked over to her and gave her quick peck on the cheek, Wesley saw this but pretended that he didn't notice when Cordelia looked over at him, but really she knew that it was eating him up inside.
"Good evening Charles I got your coffee just the way you like it and a jam doughnut."
"Thanks beautiful and it definitely is a good evening now that I've seen you"
Fred just gave him a big cheery, Fred kinda smile back, noticing Wesley sitting down reading his paper.
Lorne came down the stairs wearing one his brightly coloured suits in one of his get up and go happy moods, that was something that Angel had noticed about Lorne, he never seemed to have an average mood, he was either amazingly happy or he was all doom and gloom.
"Good evening campers, I see the rest of the troop has returned"
Lorne said as he pointed towards Gunn and Angel, but didn't actually look at them because he was after a fudge cream doughnut.
"Wow." Angel said in total surprise ".you didn't call me a pastry"
" No.to busy eating them cup cake"
Gunn smirked behind Angels back, at the Lorne's joke, back but stopped when he turned round to answer the phone that was ringing.
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She; the teenage age girl; but not a young teenager, walked down one of the many busy main streets that there are in LA, she didn't really like doing this but she was running out of options. She had been searching for Angel now for well over five years, it takes a long time to track 250 year old vampire, even one as famous as him.
She had tried asking every dodgy dealer in LA that she could find but none of them would tell her, they kept on saying
".he'll do something worse than hit me."
What would he do? He hasn't lost his soul again.
But this thought passed out of her mind once she'd reached the pay phone. This was it, her last resort. A couple of days back in one of the butchers; that would actually serve her, she had seen a flyer for a company called Angel Investigations.
How many other people could have the name Angel and successfully use it as a company name?
This was the question that eventually persuaded her to pick up the flyer and now she was going to ring the number at the bottom. The phone rang a couple of times and then someone picked up.
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The only characters that belong to me are Sam, Salem, Matt, Laura, Brian and some demons.
All the other characters belong to Joss (The Master of all things Buffy and Angel) Whedon. Except in my dreams where everything I've ever wanted is mine. ( Like the contract for the ownership of all these characters.)
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All writing like this is the characters thoughts.
Chapter 1
It was an average evening at Angel Investigations. Gunn had just turned up to work after being given the earlier part of the day off because he'd been doing surveillance all the previous night with Angel. Surveillance that turned out to be pointless because they didn't find what they wanted, this also appeared to be the obvious reason why Angel was in such a foul mood, because unlike Gunn he had a son who refused to settle down and sleep at all, but was quit happy to cry and keep his dad awake. Angel eventually had to hand Conner over to Fred and Cordelia, while he slept, Angel wasn't completely happy about this but although he didn't like to admit it, Cordilia was sometimes right, he realised this was one of those times when she was, especially when she said.
"Angel you can't expect Conner to sleep when you want him to, it's not his fault that he sleeps at night like normal people, unlike you who insists on watching some abandoned warehouse all night"
I'm not normal though.
Passed through Angels mind, but he wasn't prepared to face what Cordillia would throw back in his face that morning.
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" Where is he!!?"
She said as she throw a half drunken man across the bar. The bar tender who had been drinking the whisky from his own bar while it was closed, stood up, through half blurred eyes he could see a teenage girl, possibly 17 years old. She had very distinctive pink, braded hair. She seemed to have completely black eyes but once he'd shaken his head and recovered from colliding with the wall he could see that they weren't black, but a very dark brown. They looked deep like she had her secrets that you just didn't want to know.
"Look my patients is wearing thin and I really need to know where Angel is but no one wants to tell me"
She was right, this was the tenth person she'd asked and not one of the previous people would tell her, not even if she pounded their faces. The bar tender poured himself another whiskey.
He's probably already had five.
She thought to herself, but she didn't dare distract him because she could see he was having trouble just trying to gather a thought to answer her question and any answer is better than none, even if half of it will be the drink talking.
"In answer to your question young lady.no, I can't tell you where he is because if I did he would do something much worse than just simply throw me across my bar"
She couldn't believe what she was hearing, this is what everyone else said, but what would he do, he has a soul.
"So what exactly will he do to you?"
"That is business between Angel and myself, ain't got nothin to do with you!"
This was the answer everyone else gave her as well, with a great sigh of frustration she walked out of the bar, in to the storage room and dropped down through the man hole in the sewers, the bar tender who had just downed his 6th whiskey slammed the cover back on, like it was a sign of defiance and then fell to the floor when his head started to swim because the 5th and 6th whiskey had just got to him.
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Brian walked down a road; he didn't know which one, in down town LA. Both sides of the street were lined with abandoned warehouse and falling down office blokes that had been converted in to tiny "shoe box" flats. All the buildings were three to four storeys high and all crammed up against each other. On the right hand side of the road there was a gang of teenage guys break dancing on a makeshift cardboard mat, smoking what looked like drugs and showing off weapons such as knives and pistols, on top of an old rusting dumpster if a wheel missing they had set up an old stereo system that looked liked it had seen better days.
Kids.
Was the immediate thought that passed across brains mind as he walked past them, on the opposite side of the road, but the he remembered that he had been a kid once, so he wasn't quit so judgmental. It wasn't the safest place to be at 11:45pm. The person or thing, he wasn't quit sure which, who he was looking for wasn't exactly the safest on this planet even with a sole.
"Hey man, its me Brian, you seen 'er?"
Brain was talking to a young guy, probably 19 years old that had just emerged from one of the few alleys that separated the buildings, they generally lead to an outside storage area at the back of the buildings, a lot of homeless people lived there because it was out of the way. He looked homeless, but not incapable of looking after himself because he wore baggy jeans and a shirt that were quit new. His hair was black and it kind of hung raggedly, but not really messily, he had his lip, eyebrow and ears pierced at the top. The most noticeable features of his face were his eyes, a deep brown as if hiding some terrible secret.
"Oh hey. You mean Sam, right?"
Salem said in response to the question, which the short, tubby, almost bald, pale man that he knew as Brian asked him.
"Yeah, she owes me money"
"No man I haven't sorry" he replied with great sadness.
"Hey I though you guys, vampires I mean were supposed to have some funny sense or connection, especially to your Sires"
Brian didn't get a reply straight away, the young guy looked about a bit as if troubled then said
"We do, I know she's here, I just can't find her, she's always been good at hiding"
Brian had an understanding look on his face; it was almost like they were friends.
"Ok Salem, man, I understand, kinda, look if I run into 'er first I'll tell 'er you said hi. Cya round maybe"
"Thanks"
Salem walked back down the alley merging into the darkness.
It still seems like the darks his best friend, funny, would thought it'd reject a vampire with a soul.
Brian thought as he walked back up the street to find the garage where he'd parked his car, he still had to find Sam and his money.
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"You found out who this crazy girl is yet?"
Cordelia asked Angel in her usually cheery mood.
"No.I haven't found out anything except what she looks like"
Wesley glanced up from the paper he was reading, and then as if searching through the memory files in his brain said
"Ah, yes. The teenage girl with pink hair who can well basically."
"Kick some serious butt!"
".Yes Cordelia, you basically took."
"The words right out of your mouth"
Wesley gave Cordelia a look of frustration and then decided to keep quite and returned to his paper. Fred walked in carrying coffee and doughnuts, Gunn walked over to her and gave her quick peck on the cheek, Wesley saw this but pretended that he didn't notice when Cordelia looked over at him, but really she knew that it was eating him up inside.
"Good evening Charles I got your coffee just the way you like it and a jam doughnut."
"Thanks beautiful and it definitely is a good evening now that I've seen you"
Fred just gave him a big cheery, Fred kinda smile back, noticing Wesley sitting down reading his paper.
Lorne came down the stairs wearing one his brightly coloured suits in one of his get up and go happy moods, that was something that Angel had noticed about Lorne, he never seemed to have an average mood, he was either amazingly happy or he was all doom and gloom.
"Good evening campers, I see the rest of the troop has returned"
Lorne said as he pointed towards Gunn and Angel, but didn't actually look at them because he was after a fudge cream doughnut.
"Wow." Angel said in total surprise ".you didn't call me a pastry"
" No.to busy eating them cup cake"
Gunn smirked behind Angels back, at the Lorne's joke, back but stopped when he turned round to answer the phone that was ringing.
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She; the teenage age girl; but not a young teenager, walked down one of the many busy main streets that there are in LA, she didn't really like doing this but she was running out of options. She had been searching for Angel now for well over five years, it takes a long time to track 250 year old vampire, even one as famous as him.
She had tried asking every dodgy dealer in LA that she could find but none of them would tell her, they kept on saying
".he'll do something worse than hit me."
What would he do? He hasn't lost his soul again.
But this thought passed out of her mind once she'd reached the pay phone. This was it, her last resort. A couple of days back in one of the butchers; that would actually serve her, she had seen a flyer for a company called Angel Investigations.
How many other people could have the name Angel and successfully use it as a company name?
This was the question that eventually persuaded her to pick up the flyer and now she was going to ring the number at the bottom. The phone rang a couple of times and then someone picked up.
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