Title: Sins of the Father

Author: Jedi Slayer Kimmy (angel_w_bite@hotmail.com)

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss, UPN, and lots of other network people that make a bucket load of cash.

Summary: Willow discovers a secret to her past that involves one of the Angel Investigations team. Everyone one else finds out that Willow isn't exactly who she claims to be. Will it tear the Slayerettes and AI crew apart? AU

Author's note: I'd just like to apologize for taking so long to get this out. I've got four essays to write for uni and I'm studying for an exam, all while under the influence of a fever.

I'd just like to say thank you for everyone who reviewed. I thrive on kind words and any honest criticism that will help my writing get better. I submitted this story to my writer's workshop and the overwhelming response from the workshop and a few reviews that I've had is to change the format back to how it appeared in the first part. I'd like to give a shout out to a very observant reader, who picked up on a couple of clues and has worked out where this story is going.

Please R & R. I know you can all find the button! : )

Kim

Part 3 - The Announcement

It was early in the morning when Willow woke up. The green light of the alarm clock telling her that sleep would come no more on this night.

She would usually take a walk when insomnia struck, but the streets of Los Angeles were as unfriendly to her as the streets of Sunnydale had been many years ago. She just had to keep her mind busy. Maybe going down to the office and playing around with the computer. Computers have always been her passion. Her mother had always tried to hide the demonic volumes that her watcher had forced her to pore over day and night. But computers can tell you anything.if you just know where to look.

"You always were a night owl."

Willow followed to sound of the voice. Angel was leaning against one of the pillars in the lobby. All she could see was his silhouette and his eyes glowing in the darkness. But she could hear the smile that his voice carried, she always could.

People say that the eyes are the window to the soul, but that's not the case with her father. He rarely gave anything away in his eyes. After her mother died he rarely gave anything he was feeling away. But she could always tell by his voice. His frustrated sighs, his confident claims, but what she loved most of all was his teasing tone and the way that his Irish brogue would always come through when he teased. It was very faint, but even after hundreds of years it was still there. It was the only time that she would get a glimpse of what her father might have been like in his mortal life.

"It must be in my blood." She said with a smirk.

"Want to tell me why you are walking around at this time of night?" said Angel as he stepped out of the shadows.

"I'm just a little worried about telling everyone. I called Dawnie and she said that they would all be here in the morning. Cordy has been watching us a little strangely as well, don't you think?"

"Cordelia is just being Cordelia. She is a lot different than she used to be. We're like a family here - Me, Wesley, Cordelia, Gunn, Fred and even Faith." "How is Faith by the way?"

"She's a model prisoner. She's learning that all actions have consequences and she is trying to make up for hers. She's changed so much. I look at her and all I see is a scared little girl that had no one to turn to. She is on her road to redemption and she knows that she doesn't have to walk that road alone. Even Cordelia and Wesley have started to warm up to her. I'm actually starting to suspect that there is something going on between her and Wesley. I shouldn't be surprised they have both had hard lives."

"That would be funny to see. Who do you think would wear the pants in that relationship?" she giggled out loud while Angel tried to stifle his own laugh.

They had been talking in the lobby for so long that they didn't realise that the sun had risen. Willow looked at the clock and noticed that it was now 8:30am.

They both turned at the sound of the door being unlocked. The door opened to reveal a very cheerful ex-cheerleader.

"Good morning Angel, Willow."

"Hey, Cordy."

"Hi Cordelia. I'm sorry about my mood yesterday." said Willow.

"That's ok; Angel kind of told me, Wes, and the rest of the crew about what's going on. I'd be pretty pissed if my father hid a big secret from me. You should have seen his big cheesy grin when he told me. I never thought that I would ever see a grin let alone a cheesy one on brood boy's face."

"Well at least someone isn't going to totally freak." said Willow.

"I'm sure that Buffy, Dawn and Xander aren't going to freak. If they do then they don't deserve to be your friends." replied Cordelia.

"Wow, Cordelia Chase saying something nice to me, who would have thought it? Thank you." She smiled genuinely at Cordelia and the smile was returned.

Angel watched the two of them during this exchange and he smiled as the two young women regarded each other with such warmth. He didn't know how he would react if they didn't take to each other as they were both going to be a big part of his life. Cordelia is his best friend and Willow is the daughter that he has missed for so long.

"Hey, who wants a coffee? I brought doughnuts." said Cordy as she hoisted a large box of doughnuts onto the counter.

"Did someone mention doughnuts? Looks like we arrived just in time."

Everyone turned to the voice and noticed that Xander and the rest of the Scooby gang had arrived.

"Alexander Harris always thinking with his stomach." Replied Cordelia as she went over to Xander and hugged him hello.

"So little Dawnie here said that you rang Willster and that you wanted us to come out here so you could tell us some news. Hey dead boy." Xander said while he was walking up to his best friend.

"Don't call me that! Hello Buffy." replied Angel.

"Angel, Cordelia it's nice to see you again. I thought you said you were visiting family Will?" Buffy said in a stern tone.

"I am. Angel is my father."