Author: Cordy's Angel
Title: Lost Loves
Email: lacityofangel@hotmail.com and hotweelz79@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Pairing: A/C F/G and F/W
Summary: In a house where nothing is as it seems, can the Fang Gang solve the mystery before history starts repeating itself.
Feedback: Buffy: Feedback? Willow: Yes Please!
Disclaimer: We don't own them that privilege goes to Joss and David who get to work with them all day long! By the way if you are Joss or David or anyone connected with the show for that matter and like our ideas drop us a line the email addresses are up the top!
Distribution: Again if you're connected with the show, you already know, addys at the top, everyone else, just ask we don't bite.
Chapter Two: 'So Our Ghost Has A Name.'
'Cordy,' Angel paused. 'I don't think that's them.' Cordelia's grip on his arm grew tighter.
The figure starred at them. It was hard to tell from this distance, but a look of sorrow seemed to be displayed across her features.
'Look's like we've found our ghost.' Cordy spoke up.
'She meets the description we were given, however vague.' Angel replied.
'So what do we do now?'
'Follow her I guess, see if she leads us anywhere.'
'Like to our horrible gruesome deaths?' Cordy asked.
Angel turned to her and placed his hands on her shoulders as they rested their foreheads on one another.
'Cordy, you know I wouldn't let anything happen to you, you know that right?'
'Yeah.' She said smiling.
'That's better.' He said smiling, planting a kiss on her lips and then holding her close.
'Can you believe it took us this long to get together?' Cordy asked.
'Well.'
'What do you mean, well.' She asked smiling.
'What, what I mean is, what I'm saying is.' Angel stammered, smiling at their behaviour.
'Save it, I knew it took me a little longer to work it out than you did.'
'A little?' he asked, ducking when he saw the look on her face. She grinned and pulled him into another passionate kiss.
As Angel got into the kiss, Cordy pulled back.
'Mmmhh?' Angel asked, wondering why she had stopped.
'Aren't we meant to be following the ghost?' she asked.
'Oh, yeah, job stuff, which way did she go?'
'Down the corridor, come on.' She took his hand and they followed the ghost, whispering as they went.
'Why do you think the ghost is haunting this old house?' Cordy asked as they went up a flight of stairs.
'Usually ghosts haunt places because they have some form of unfinished business, something keeping them in this plain of existence.'
'So if we follow her and find out what her business is, we can solve this case and therefore put the ghost to rest.' She said.
'In theory.' He replied.
They had kept a little distance between themselves and the ghost, not sure of what to expect, from what they could tell they were getting towards, what would be the final floor of the old house. They walked through numerous corridors; some Angel was sure, hadn't been used in years. However, they finally came to a stop outside of a wooden door.
'Why has she stopped?' Cordy asked.
'I don't know.'
The ghost, then instead of passing through the door, removed a thin golden chain from around her neck. On the end hung a key, which she then paced in the lock and turned once. She opened the door and started walking up a small staircase.
'Why did she unlock the door, she's a ghost, why not walk through it?' Cordy asked Angel, puzzlement evident on her face.
'Because, I think there's something up there that she wants us to see.'
Sure enough, the ghost reached the top of the stairs and glanced down at Angel and Cordy's wondering faces, then carried on.
Angel climbed the stairs with Cordy safely behind him.
'Stay behind close behind me.' He said to her and carried on up the staircase.
When they reached the top, they held the candelabra higher and took in their surroundings.
'The attic.' Cordy spoke up. 'In a haunted house, that's exactly where you want a ghost to lead you.'
'What's that?' Angel asked, pointing to something on the floor. They both went nearer to get a better look, the ghost was nowhere insight.
Crouching down in front of it, they found it to be a beautifully, hand crafted wooden chest. In their line of work, it was easy to tell what was hand crafted and what some magic shop was trying to sell to you at the same price.
'Maybe, this is what she was trying to show us.'
'It might well be. Now if only we had the..key.' he said as he saw that it was already placed in the lock.
'Someone really wanted us to see this.' Cordy said as Angel turned the key and opened the chest.
Inside, they found a number of portraits and letters. Cordelia reached in and pulled out a worn envelope. Inside was a portrait of a group of young people. Three of them, two male and one female looked to be related, brothers and sisters maybe. They were dressed in expensively lavish clothing, suggesting that they we're the owners of the house. The other two people however, where dressed in simple outfits the young woman looked to be the maid. She stood in front of the two brothers, while the young man stood at the side of the mistress of the house; he looked to be a stable hand. They all looked happy, so why, Cordelia was forced to ask herself was, what had happened to be the cause of this woman's sorrow, what was keeping her sprit within the walls of the house.
'Hey Angel, take a look at this.' She said passing him the picture.
He turned it over and noticed a date and a list of names.
'1806, Charles, William, Anna, Emma and Thomas.'
Looking at the picture, they noticed the ghost that they had followed, she stood next to the stable hand, who's name they now knew to be Thomas, that made her Emma, the maid Anna and the two brothers, Charles and William.
'So our ghost has a name.' Cordy spoke up looking at the picture again.
'Let's see if there's anything else in this chest we can use to help find out what happened.'
They removed a few letters and papers from the top of the chest to reveal a bundle of material. They unravelled it and inside was a dress, very similar to that which the ghost was wearing. Cordelia picked it up and held it against her, as if to see if it would fit.
'Look at this dress, isn't it amazing?' she asked, already knowing the answer.
'Looks like it's your size.' Angel said.
'You don't think anyone would mind if I. tried it on?' she asked.
'No one's around.' He stated.
'But you have to do me a favour okay?'
'What?' Angel asked dreading what she would ask.
'Well, just so we, you know, get a feel for the case, you know, put ourselves in the position of the ghost, it might help us solve this thing.' Cordy babbled on.
'Cordy?' he paused. 'What do you want me to do?'
'Try this on?' she asked, holding up a man's outfit that wasn't as extravagant as her dress, but still was made with beautiful material.
'You want me to dress the way I would have in the 1800's?' he asked, giving her a warm smile.
'Please?' she asked.
He paused. 'Okay.'
'Thank you.' She said as she went behind a stack of boxes to get changed.
She re-emerged some five minutes later, with the back of her dress undone.
'Angel, can you help me with my.' she looked up and saw him dressed in the outfit she had given him. Wow, no wonder women were all over him back in those days, as well as now of course.
'What do you think?' he asked.
'Is wow a strong enough word? She asked. Smiling he looked up at her.
'You, you look amazing.'
'Why thank you kind sir.' She said as she did a little bow. Then remembering what she had asked him, she spoke up.
'Can you, help me with my dress.' He smiled wickedly.
Sighing she re addressed the question. 'Can you help me get my dress on?'
'Spoil my fun.' He said as he started lacing up the back of the dress.
'Wow, they really didn't go much on breathing back then huh?' she said.
'Too tight?'
'No it's okay, I just won't eat for awhile.' Chuckling he turned her around and they started to kiss. Suddenly the urge became overwhelming. It was as if they had been apart for hundreds of years. That this was somehow not allowed. Breaking apart from the kiss as the need for oxygen over came them, Cordy was the first to speak.
'Thomas, what if he finds us?' she asked, fearing the answer to the question.
'Hush dear Emma, he won't.' Angel answered.
Summary: In a house where nothing is as it seems, can the Fang Gang solve the mystery before history starts repeating itself.
Feedback: Buffy: Feedback? Willow: Yes Please!
Disclaimer: We don't own them that privilege goes to Joss and David who get to work with them all day long! By the way if you are Joss or David or anyone connected with the show for that matter and like our ideas drop us a line the email addresses are up the top!
Distribution: Again if you're connected with the show, you already know, addys at the top, everyone else, just ask we don't bite.
Chapter Two: 'So Our Ghost Has A Name.'
'Cordy,' Angel paused. 'I don't think that's them.' Cordelia's grip on his arm grew tighter.
The figure starred at them. It was hard to tell from this distance, but a look of sorrow seemed to be displayed across her features.
'Look's like we've found our ghost.' Cordy spoke up.
'She meets the description we were given, however vague.' Angel replied.
'So what do we do now?'
'Follow her I guess, see if she leads us anywhere.'
'Like to our horrible gruesome deaths?' Cordy asked.
Angel turned to her and placed his hands on her shoulders as they rested their foreheads on one another.
'Cordy, you know I wouldn't let anything happen to you, you know that right?'
'Yeah.' She said smiling.
'That's better.' He said smiling, planting a kiss on her lips and then holding her close.
'Can you believe it took us this long to get together?' Cordy asked.
'Well.'
'What do you mean, well.' She asked smiling.
'What, what I mean is, what I'm saying is.' Angel stammered, smiling at their behaviour.
'Save it, I knew it took me a little longer to work it out than you did.'
'A little?' he asked, ducking when he saw the look on her face. She grinned and pulled him into another passionate kiss.
As Angel got into the kiss, Cordy pulled back.
'Mmmhh?' Angel asked, wondering why she had stopped.
'Aren't we meant to be following the ghost?' she asked.
'Oh, yeah, job stuff, which way did she go?'
'Down the corridor, come on.' She took his hand and they followed the ghost, whispering as they went.
'Why do you think the ghost is haunting this old house?' Cordy asked as they went up a flight of stairs.
'Usually ghosts haunt places because they have some form of unfinished business, something keeping them in this plain of existence.'
'So if we follow her and find out what her business is, we can solve this case and therefore put the ghost to rest.' She said.
'In theory.' He replied.
They had kept a little distance between themselves and the ghost, not sure of what to expect, from what they could tell they were getting towards, what would be the final floor of the old house. They walked through numerous corridors; some Angel was sure, hadn't been used in years. However, they finally came to a stop outside of a wooden door.
'Why has she stopped?' Cordy asked.
'I don't know.'
The ghost, then instead of passing through the door, removed a thin golden chain from around her neck. On the end hung a key, which she then paced in the lock and turned once. She opened the door and started walking up a small staircase.
'Why did she unlock the door, she's a ghost, why not walk through it?' Cordy asked Angel, puzzlement evident on her face.
'Because, I think there's something up there that she wants us to see.'
Sure enough, the ghost reached the top of the stairs and glanced down at Angel and Cordy's wondering faces, then carried on.
Angel climbed the stairs with Cordy safely behind him.
'Stay behind close behind me.' He said to her and carried on up the staircase.
When they reached the top, they held the candelabra higher and took in their surroundings.
'The attic.' Cordy spoke up. 'In a haunted house, that's exactly where you want a ghost to lead you.'
'What's that?' Angel asked, pointing to something on the floor. They both went nearer to get a better look, the ghost was nowhere insight.
Crouching down in front of it, they found it to be a beautifully, hand crafted wooden chest. In their line of work, it was easy to tell what was hand crafted and what some magic shop was trying to sell to you at the same price.
'Maybe, this is what she was trying to show us.'
'It might well be. Now if only we had the..key.' he said as he saw that it was already placed in the lock.
'Someone really wanted us to see this.' Cordy said as Angel turned the key and opened the chest.
Inside, they found a number of portraits and letters. Cordelia reached in and pulled out a worn envelope. Inside was a portrait of a group of young people. Three of them, two male and one female looked to be related, brothers and sisters maybe. They were dressed in expensively lavish clothing, suggesting that they we're the owners of the house. The other two people however, where dressed in simple outfits the young woman looked to be the maid. She stood in front of the two brothers, while the young man stood at the side of the mistress of the house; he looked to be a stable hand. They all looked happy, so why, Cordelia was forced to ask herself was, what had happened to be the cause of this woman's sorrow, what was keeping her sprit within the walls of the house.
'Hey Angel, take a look at this.' She said passing him the picture.
He turned it over and noticed a date and a list of names.
'1806, Charles, William, Anna, Emma and Thomas.'
Looking at the picture, they noticed the ghost that they had followed, she stood next to the stable hand, who's name they now knew to be Thomas, that made her Emma, the maid Anna and the two brothers, Charles and William.
'So our ghost has a name.' Cordy spoke up looking at the picture again.
'Let's see if there's anything else in this chest we can use to help find out what happened.'
They removed a few letters and papers from the top of the chest to reveal a bundle of material. They unravelled it and inside was a dress, very similar to that which the ghost was wearing. Cordelia picked it up and held it against her, as if to see if it would fit.
'Look at this dress, isn't it amazing?' she asked, already knowing the answer.
'Looks like it's your size.' Angel said.
'You don't think anyone would mind if I. tried it on?' she asked.
'No one's around.' He stated.
'But you have to do me a favour okay?'
'What?' Angel asked dreading what she would ask.
'Well, just so we, you know, get a feel for the case, you know, put ourselves in the position of the ghost, it might help us solve this thing.' Cordy babbled on.
'Cordy?' he paused. 'What do you want me to do?'
'Try this on?' she asked, holding up a man's outfit that wasn't as extravagant as her dress, but still was made with beautiful material.
'You want me to dress the way I would have in the 1800's?' he asked, giving her a warm smile.
'Please?' she asked.
He paused. 'Okay.'
'Thank you.' She said as she went behind a stack of boxes to get changed.
She re-emerged some five minutes later, with the back of her dress undone.
'Angel, can you help me with my.' she looked up and saw him dressed in the outfit she had given him. Wow, no wonder women were all over him back in those days, as well as now of course.
'What do you think?' he asked.
'Is wow a strong enough word? She asked. Smiling he looked up at her.
'You, you look amazing.'
'Why thank you kind sir.' She said as she did a little bow. Then remembering what she had asked him, she spoke up.
'Can you, help me with my dress.' He smiled wickedly.
Sighing she re addressed the question. 'Can you help me get my dress on?'
'Spoil my fun.' He said as he started lacing up the back of the dress.
'Wow, they really didn't go much on breathing back then huh?' she said.
'Too tight?'
'No it's okay, I just won't eat for awhile.' Chuckling he turned her around and they started to kiss. Suddenly the urge became overwhelming. It was as if they had been apart for hundreds of years. That this was somehow not allowed. Breaking apart from the kiss as the need for oxygen over came them, Cordy was the first to speak.
'Thomas, what if he finds us?' she asked, fearing the answer to the question.
'Hush dear Emma, he won't.' Angel answered.