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 Three: 'Care to grace us with a number.'
Previously on 'Lost Loves.'
'Maybe we should go look for Cordy and Angel.' Fred said, knowing she would be much happier when they were all together again.
'I don't see why not, their rooms can't be far from here.' Wesley said as they each picked up a candelabra and exited the room.
'Which way do we go?' asked Fred.
'I say this way.' Gunn said pointing down the corridor.
Agreeing they all made their way down the corridor and around the corner.
They had been walking for what seemed a lifetime, and they still had no idea where they were, let alone Cordy and Angel. They had wandered around the corridors looking for the other two bedrooms and had come across them some half an hour later, however there was still no sign of their friends.
'We've been walking around for ages, we can't find Cordy or Angel and we have no idea where we are. Are we even anywhere near our own rooms?' Fred asked as they shone the candelabra's around the darkened corridor.
'Well, the only thing I can think of is maybe they went looking for us.' Wesley spoke up.
'So what, we gonna just keep walkin' around til we bump into them?' asked Gunn.
'Either that, or the ghost has gotten to them already and has lead them to some secret room that nobody knows about where nobody can find you and save you and there's no way out and they could be screaming for help right now and we wouldn't even be able to hear them because we.' Fred rambled on, frightening herself.
'I think their fine, Angel's there he can protect him and Cordy, and besides I think we would have been able to hear them if they were screaming, you ask me, they're probably making out in one of these dark corridors.' Gunn said, Fred and Wesley both looked at him, shock evident on their faces.
'What?' he asked.
'Maybe we should just head downstairs, they could be waiting for us there.'
'I think Wesley's right, we should wait for them downstairs.' Fred said as they all agreed.
'Okay, but don't moan at me if we get down there and find the two of them necking on the couch.' Gunn replied, leading them down a flight of stairs.
After about five minutes they found themselves making their way down the grand staircase and into the lobby.
'Looks like this is it.' Gunn said as they made their way further into the room.
'No Cordy or Angel though.' Fred said aloud.
'Just a piano.' Wesley stated.
'Hey, wonder if this old thing still works?' said Gunn as he approached the piano and took a seat.
'Care to grace us with a number.' Wesley asked.
'Oh, can you play Fur Elise, I love that song. I remember, one time when my mom and dad took me to see.' Fred rambled on, she stopped when she realised what she was doing. 'Sorry, I didn't mean to go on and on.'
'Quiet alright Fred.' Wesley spoke up. He looked smugly at Gunn; they were constantly trying to win over Fred's affections, little to her knowledge.
'Actually, I can only play one song.'
'And that would be?' he asked, again smugly.
'Mmm chp stks.' He whispered rather fast.
'Sorry Gunn can you say that again?' Wesley said Grinning.
'Chop Sticks!' Gunn said looking a little embarrassed.
'That was the first song my mom taught me!' Fred said happily. Gunn looked to Wesley smiling as the grin was wiped from his face. One point a piece.
'Well then, would you like to come sit and I'll play it for you?' Fred smiled and sat next to Gunn on the seat.
'Okay, lets see if I can remember this.' He cracked his knuckles and then started to play.
They were all so engrossed in the song that they didn't realise what had happened to them. One minute they were dressed in casual clothes listening to Gunn play Chop Sticks; the next was something completely different.
'William, must you play Fur Elise over and over again, haven't you learnt any new songs?' asked Wesley, dressed in rather expensive clothing, much like Gunn.
'Why yes Charles, I have, but fair Anna loves this song so.' He said glancing to the maid who was throwing logs onto the fire. She approached them both at the piano.
'Master William, why not hear some of Master Charles's music. I hear that he has written some new work and I'm just dying to hear of it.' Anna spoke up.
William stood up and Charles sat at the piano. He pulled the seat closer and got comfortable, then he started to play of his own composition, the music drifted upstairs to the ears of Emma and James.
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 Three: 'Care to grace us with a number.'
Previously on 'Lost Loves.'
'Maybe we should go look for Cordy and Angel.' Fred said, knowing she would be much happier when they were all together again.
'I don't see why not, their rooms can't be far from here.' Wesley said as they each picked up a candelabra and exited the room.
'Which way do we go?' asked Fred.
'I say this way.' Gunn said pointing down the corridor.
Agreeing they all made their way down the corridor and around the corner.
They had been walking for what seemed a lifetime, and they still had no idea where they were, let alone Cordy and Angel. They had wandered around the corridors looking for the other two bedrooms and had come across them some half an hour later, however there was still no sign of their friends.
'We've been walking around for ages, we can't find Cordy or Angel and we have no idea where we are. Are we even anywhere near our own rooms?' Fred asked as they shone the candelabra's around the darkened corridor.
'Well, the only thing I can think of is maybe they went looking for us.' Wesley spoke up.
'So what, we gonna just keep walkin' around til we bump into them?' asked Gunn.
'Either that, or the ghost has gotten to them already and has lead them to some secret room that nobody knows about where nobody can find you and save you and there's no way out and they could be screaming for help right now and we wouldn't even be able to hear them because we.' Fred rambled on, frightening herself.
'I think their fine, Angel's there he can protect him and Cordy, and besides I think we would have been able to hear them if they were screaming, you ask me, they're probably making out in one of these dark corridors.' Gunn said, Fred and Wesley both looked at him, shock evident on their faces.
'What?' he asked.
'Maybe we should just head downstairs, they could be waiting for us there.'
'I think Wesley's right, we should wait for them downstairs.' Fred said as they all agreed.
'Okay, but don't moan at me if we get down there and find the two of them necking on the couch.' Gunn replied, leading them down a flight of stairs.
After about five minutes they found themselves making their way down the grand staircase and into the lobby.
'Looks like this is it.' Gunn said as they made their way further into the room.
'No Cordy or Angel though.' Fred said aloud.
'Just a piano.' Wesley stated.
'Hey, wonder if this old thing still works?' said Gunn as he approached the piano and took a seat.
'Care to grace us with a number.' Wesley asked.
'Oh, can you play Fur Elise, I love that song. I remember, one time when my mom and dad took me to see.' Fred rambled on, she stopped when she realised what she was doing. 'Sorry, I didn't mean to go on and on.'
'Quiet alright Fred.' Wesley spoke up. He looked smugly at Gunn; they were constantly trying to win over Fred's affections, little to her knowledge.
'Actually, I can only play one song.'
'And that would be?' he asked, again smugly.
'Mmm chp stks.' He whispered rather fast.
'Sorry Gunn can you say that again?' Wesley said Grinning.
'Chop Sticks!' Gunn said looking a little embarrassed.
'That was the first song my mom taught me!' Fred said happily. Gunn looked to Wesley smiling as the grin was wiped from his face. One point a piece.
'Well then, would you like to come sit and I'll play it for you?' Fred smiled and sat next to Gunn on the seat.
'Okay, lets see if I can remember this.' He cracked his knuckles and then started to play.
They were all so engrossed in the song that they didn't realise what had happened to them. One minute they were dressed in casual clothes listening to Gunn play Chop Sticks; the next was something completely different.
'William, must you play Fur Elise over and over again, haven't you learnt any new songs?' asked Wesley, dressed in rather expensive clothing, much like Gunn.
'Why yes Charles, I have, but fair Anna loves this song so.' He said glancing to the maid who was throwing logs onto the fire. She approached them both at the piano.
'Master William, why not hear some of Master Charles's music. I hear that he has written some new work and I'm just dying to hear of it.' Anna spoke up.
William stood up and Charles sat at the piano. He pulled the seat closer and got comfortable, then he started to play of his own composition, the music drifted upstairs to the ears of Emma and James.