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.
Authors Note: Sorry this one took so long guys, I've just got back from a two week holiday and I have tones of college work to catch up with, so bare with me and hopefully the next chapter won't take as long, PLEASE, read and review, you guys are great at it. Hugs angeliccordy.
Chapter 6: How Do We Know If We Haven't Already Found It?
'Wes man, what are we looking for?' asked Gunn confused. They had managed to locate a study; it was behind the music room that they had happened across half an hour ago, and they were now searching, for what, Gunn had no idea.
'It would help to know what we're looking for, otherwise, how do we know if we haven't already found it?' Fred questioned, as she stopped rummaging through a drawer.
'I'm not entirely sure myself. Maybe we can find some information about the house, who built it and when. It might help lead us to what happened in this house so many years ago.'
'You mean like a newspaper article?' Asked Gunn, opening a leather bound book he had pulled from the bookshelf.
'Well, yes, it may help.'
'How about a whole book of them?' he said as he held the book open to show them.
'Well that would be a lot more helpful.' He replied as they all gathered around the book as Gunn handed it over to Wesley.
'Look at the dates on these articles, they go back as far as 1806.' Said Fred glancing over the book.
'It appears that Emma, the ghost we keep running into, was engaged. To a wealthy man, named Harry. It says his family owned the largest estate in Carlisle, they were also the richest. Harry's father was somewhat of an important man. Not only was he related to royalty, he, for the most part ran the town. Any major decisions were to be made by him.'
'So maybe we should try and find out what we can about Harry.' Fred suggested.
'These boxes ain't going anywhere, I don't know about you guys, but I sure could go for something to eat.' Gunn replied.
'Me too.'
'Your right, I'm sure we can find something eat in the kitchen. What else did Cordy pack in that ice box as well as Angel's blood supply?'
'I dunno, but I got a stash of chips in my bag.'
'Good.' Fred squeaked, as they made their way to the kitchen.
Wesley and Gunn were talking between themselves about what else they could rustle up in the kitchen, when Fred heard a noise behind her. She stopped and turned around, holding her candelabra high, but she noticed it was only the cracking of the log fire.
'I thought I heard something, just the fire.' She said as she turned around to face Wesley and Gunn, she paused, however, when she realised they were no longer there.
'Ah guys?' she called out. Hearing their voices in the kitchen she ran in.
However, when she crossed the threshold, she found Wesley and Gunn arguing, only it wasn't Wesley and Gunn anymore.
'Charles I have already something planned for today, you must await your turn.'
'William has it escaped your attention that today, is my day to be spending with her.'
'Its my turn.'
'No it's not.'
'Yes it is.'
'No its no.'
'What seems to be the problem?' Anna asked approaching the pair.
'Why Anna, there is no problem, right William?'
'Of course there is no problem.' He replied and they both smiled at her.
'I was just telling William here that today, I have a picnic planned for you and I.'
'Why, I'd love to join you.' She said smiling, a little shyly.
Charles turned to William and stuck his tongue out, which he managed to do without Anna seeing.
'And I was just telling Charles, that I am taking you into town this very evening.'
'Really?' she asked surprise. It wasn't every night that they ventured into the small town. It wasn't that often that they went into the town at all, but what she had seen of it, she had liked.
This time it was William's turn to stick his tongue out. Turning to the picnic basket beside him, he picked it up and linked his arm with hers.
'Shall we go?' he asked and she nodded, they left the kitchen and William behind them.
Charles had picked a nice spot in the large woodland area that sat on the estate. They sat upon a blanket in an area full of bluebells, the birds sang in the trees and the sun shone down through the leaves. They sat talking and laughing and settled down to the picnic he had previously made. Afterwards they went for a walk around the grounds and ended the afternoon with a horse and carriage ride around the town.
She thanked him for the wonderful afternoon and made her way upstairs. It was then that William walked into the room.
'Did Anna enjoy herself?' he asked.
'She did, very much indeed. I think you will find it hard to top the day she has had with me.'
'Fear not, she shall enjoy herself tonight.' He said and left the room.
Two hours later they were ready to leave. They had the horse and carriage awaiting them outside of the house, which then took them into town. William had taken her to have a meal and they had met up with some friends. Then on their way back home William had taken her to sit by the lake in the moonlight where they had talked. It began to get late so they made their way back to the house.
She thanked him and made her way upstairs, turning in for the night.
This time, it was Charles who appeared out of nowhere.
'The evening wasn't too boring for her was it?'
'Not as boring as your picnic.' He said turning to Charles.
'It was not boring she said that she enjoyed herself.'
'She said the same to me.' William replied. They looked at each other and shrugged.
'Tea?' Charles asked.
'Why not.' They made the tea and sat in front of the fireplace, wondering how they had both managed to fall for the same woman. It was then that they started to laugh at the irony.
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.
Authors Note: Sorry this one took so long guys, I've just got back from a two week holiday and I have tones of college work to catch up with, so bare with me and hopefully the next chapter won't take as long, PLEASE, read and review, you guys are great at it. Hugs angeliccordy.
Chapter 6: How Do We Know If We Haven't Already Found It?
'Wes man, what are we looking for?' asked Gunn confused. They had managed to locate a study; it was behind the music room that they had happened across half an hour ago, and they were now searching, for what, Gunn had no idea.
'It would help to know what we're looking for, otherwise, how do we know if we haven't already found it?' Fred questioned, as she stopped rummaging through a drawer.
'I'm not entirely sure myself. Maybe we can find some information about the house, who built it and when. It might help lead us to what happened in this house so many years ago.'
'You mean like a newspaper article?' Asked Gunn, opening a leather bound book he had pulled from the bookshelf.
'Well, yes, it may help.'
'How about a whole book of them?' he said as he held the book open to show them.
'Well that would be a lot more helpful.' He replied as they all gathered around the book as Gunn handed it over to Wesley.
'Look at the dates on these articles, they go back as far as 1806.' Said Fred glancing over the book.
'It appears that Emma, the ghost we keep running into, was engaged. To a wealthy man, named Harry. It says his family owned the largest estate in Carlisle, they were also the richest. Harry's father was somewhat of an important man. Not only was he related to royalty, he, for the most part ran the town. Any major decisions were to be made by him.'
'So maybe we should try and find out what we can about Harry.' Fred suggested.
'These boxes ain't going anywhere, I don't know about you guys, but I sure could go for something to eat.' Gunn replied.
'Me too.'
'Your right, I'm sure we can find something eat in the kitchen. What else did Cordy pack in that ice box as well as Angel's blood supply?'
'I dunno, but I got a stash of chips in my bag.'
'Good.' Fred squeaked, as they made their way to the kitchen.
Wesley and Gunn were talking between themselves about what else they could rustle up in the kitchen, when Fred heard a noise behind her. She stopped and turned around, holding her candelabra high, but she noticed it was only the cracking of the log fire.
'I thought I heard something, just the fire.' She said as she turned around to face Wesley and Gunn, she paused, however, when she realised they were no longer there.
'Ah guys?' she called out. Hearing their voices in the kitchen she ran in.
However, when she crossed the threshold, she found Wesley and Gunn arguing, only it wasn't Wesley and Gunn anymore.
'Charles I have already something planned for today, you must await your turn.'
'William has it escaped your attention that today, is my day to be spending with her.'
'Its my turn.'
'No it's not.'
'Yes it is.'
'No its no.'
'What seems to be the problem?' Anna asked approaching the pair.
'Why Anna, there is no problem, right William?'
'Of course there is no problem.' He replied and they both smiled at her.
'I was just telling William here that today, I have a picnic planned for you and I.'
'Why, I'd love to join you.' She said smiling, a little shyly.
Charles turned to William and stuck his tongue out, which he managed to do without Anna seeing.
'And I was just telling Charles, that I am taking you into town this very evening.'
'Really?' she asked surprise. It wasn't every night that they ventured into the small town. It wasn't that often that they went into the town at all, but what she had seen of it, she had liked.
This time it was William's turn to stick his tongue out. Turning to the picnic basket beside him, he picked it up and linked his arm with hers.
'Shall we go?' he asked and she nodded, they left the kitchen and William behind them.
Charles had picked a nice spot in the large woodland area that sat on the estate. They sat upon a blanket in an area full of bluebells, the birds sang in the trees and the sun shone down through the leaves. They sat talking and laughing and settled down to the picnic he had previously made. Afterwards they went for a walk around the grounds and ended the afternoon with a horse and carriage ride around the town.
She thanked him for the wonderful afternoon and made her way upstairs. It was then that William walked into the room.
'Did Anna enjoy herself?' he asked.
'She did, very much indeed. I think you will find it hard to top the day she has had with me.'
'Fear not, she shall enjoy herself tonight.' He said and left the room.
Two hours later they were ready to leave. They had the horse and carriage awaiting them outside of the house, which then took them into town. William had taken her to have a meal and they had met up with some friends. Then on their way back home William had taken her to sit by the lake in the moonlight where they had talked. It began to get late so they made their way back to the house.
She thanked him and made her way upstairs, turning in for the night.
This time, it was Charles who appeared out of nowhere.
'The evening wasn't too boring for her was it?'
'Not as boring as your picnic.' He said turning to Charles.
'It was not boring she said that she enjoyed herself.'
'She said the same to me.' William replied. They looked at each other and shrugged.
'Tea?' Charles asked.
'Why not.' They made the tea and sat in front of the fireplace, wondering how they had both managed to fall for the same woman. It was then that they started to laugh at the irony.