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Chapter 2: Horrible home lives
Angel picked up the phone and answered hesitantly. "Hello?"
"Ahhh, Angel, wonderful to hear from you again. It's been what? Three years?" Rupert's fatherly voice carried over the phone and into Angel's ear.
"Yes, it's been to long. I'm sorry I haven't contacted you it's just I've been really busy and."
"Don't worry about it. I was only the librarian! I mean yes we were close but I knew that you were busy. How are you doing anyway?"
"I'm doing very well thank you. By the way you were and are more than just a librarian to me and always have been! You were my surrogate father!" Angel could nearly hear Giles smile over the phone. He and Giles had always had a strong relationship since the beginning of high school since Angel was the nerdy type. He was handsome but quite shy and an excellent student. He didn't believe in getting wasted every night like some of his fellow students. Right after he graduated, he had decided to go into the private investigating business because one night when he was younger his mother, father, and sister had all been murdered and the case had never been solved. Angel had given up all hope of ever finding the killer but every once and a while he would try to go back into the case to find any missing clues. Angel often blamed himself for their deaths because he had been at a friend's party when he was 15 and although many people had said that it wasn't his fault, he still believed that he could have done something. That was why he never went to any parties after that. He had always hated his father because he cheated on his mother so he didn't care all that much when he was killed but he was very close to his mother and sister so when he found out that they hadn't made it either they were devastated. One day sitting in the library he noticed that some of Mr. Roy's stuff was missing and that some new items were in place of them. He found out that a British man had transferred from the British museum to the school because he had wanted to start a new life for his wife Jenny and himself. His daughter had been murdered and both he and Jenny were distraught and could barley go anywhere without seeing her face. Giles and Jenny had sort of adopted him as their surrogate son and he often stayed over their house instead of his aunt's roach infested shack. Cordelia was also the surrogate daughter as well as Doyle and their friend Spike because none of them had had good home lives. Returning to the present Angel shook his head and realized that Giles had gone silent.
"Um, Giles, not that it isn't wonderful to hear from you again but....Something is wrong isn't it?" Angel heard Giles sigh through the phone and he started to get worried.
"Unfortunately this isn't a personal call. My niece Elizabeth has just gotten into some trouble and we are trying to figure out what actually happened. The bloody American police had thought that she had did it but we all know that she couldn't and-"
Angel cut in before Giles could go any further. " Giles what did your niece supposedly do?"
Giles continued slightly upset. "Well, they had thought that she killed her sister Dawn." When Giles heard Angel suck in a breath he quickly reassured him that he didn't think at all, it was her and that Dawn had been somewhat of an annoyance anyway. He told Angel that Dawn had been hanging out with the wrong group and she had come home that night after the usual drugging it up with her friends upset. She had locked herself in her room and killed herself. The only reason the police thought it might have been Elizabeth was when Joyce came in later and found Elizabeth covered in Dawn's blood holding a knife. Then they later found that the time she had died amounting at the time Joyce saw Elizabeth wouldn't have added up. Plus Elizabeth had been at a friend's party until after Dawn had died. Angel rubbed his head in slight confusion.
"All right but if they think that Elizabeth didn't do it then why do you need to call me?"
"Well, after Dawn's..death, Joyce had screamed at Elizabeth to leave the house because she thought at the time it was her. Later we found a note in her bedroom saying that she hadn't done it and if Joyce had thought that she had done it then she obviously didn't know her daughter. The note told Joyce all about Dawn and what she did every day. Joyce had thought that Dawn was the perfect child and that Elizabeth was the troublemaker. It said that she, Elizabeth, had left to find her own place in the world and that we shouldn't try to find her."
Angel shook his head angrily. This Joyce woman should have known her own daughters and not had thrown her daughter out of the house. That was outrageous! His mother would have never thrown him out of the house. Angel calmed down slightly and then began the interrogation that was familiar to him.
"All right I'm going to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer them as best as you can."
Angel heard Giles chuckle. "You sound like you're asking me where my secret war database is. Yes, of course I'll answer some questions."
Angel continued with a slight smile. "Do you have any idea where she might have gone?"
"She might have gone to a city or somewhere where she could get lost easily. She's pretty smart and she knows that she wouldn't stay somewhere where there weren't a lot of people."
"Okay, is there any specific city that she would have gone to?"
Angel heard Giles pause and he could imagine him take off his glasses and start to clean them. "Maybe New York? Yes, probably New York because she always wanted to act and she always wanted to see Broadway."
Angel himself paused and started to make a mental list of what he would have to pack. "All right, that sounds like a good lead. Is there a name she would probably use? Also, I'll need a picture if she is using a totally different name."
"She will probably be under the name Buffy Summers because her cousin Celia always called her that before she died and Elizabeth always tried to convince people to call her by that name. Summers is her last name and she would refuse to change it. I'll send you a picture of her and that all I can think of now."
"That's perfect Giles. By the way, did you tell Mr. or Mrs. Summers about this?"
"No. Joyce and Elizabeth never had the best of relationships and she only seems to care about Dawn and her funeral right now." Angel could hear the scorn for the older women in his voice and his voice was dripping with disdain in the next sentence. "Mr. Summers is divorced from Mrs. Summers and he hasn't contacted them in a few years."
Angel found himself going back to the days with his father and his relationship with him, but at least then, he had had a mother. What it must have been like to have had a father who left you, a mother who hated you, and a sister who didn't care about anything. He could see why she had run away. "I see. Thank you for the information and I'll get on the case as soon as possible. In fact I'll start packing right away."
"Please find her Angel. Besides Jenny, she's all I have left. I love her as I love you. "
"Of course Giles. I will find her and bring her home safely."
Angel could here Giles' relieved sigh and felt pleased that he could help the older man. He warned Giles that it might take a little while but Giles would have none of it.
"I understand that Angel. I can't thank you enough for your help. I'll send the picture of her immediately over the e-mail."
"Your niece is safe in my hands Giles. (A/N: He he he) Don't worry, she'll be fine."
"Thank you, Angel. It was nice to hear from you again. We should meet up during better circumstances one time."
"Of course Giles, goodbye."
"Goodbye Angel."
Angel hangs up the phone and walks into the main lobby. As he passes Cordelia and Doyle kissing he stops and waits until they notice his presence. They jump apart quickly, caught in the act. Angel just laughs and briefs them on what's going on. After that he asks Cordelia to get the picture of Elizabeth...Or should he call her Buffy?..and for Doyle to book him a one way flight to New York. Cordelia watches him climb up the stairs before calling out to him.
"Hey, what about us? Shouldn't we come too?"
Angel turns back to them and shakes his head with a small grin. "Cordelia, with your condition I don't think you should be going anywhere." Angel hears Cordelia snort in irritation and his smile grows. "I also think that someone who can actually understand the filing should be here and if any cases come up Doyle should be able to handle them for a little while." Doyle looks excited at the prospect of handling the business while Angel is gone while Cordelia looks outraged at Angel.
"Fine, but when you find out that you need me to help you get into clubs and such to find this girl. Don't come crying back to me."
Angel decided to humor her and rolls his eyes to Doyle unseen by Cordelia. "Of course Cordy. I'll be calling you in no time." Cordelia turns her back to him to file some more paperwork.
"Damn right you will. Right Doyle?" Cordelia turns to see Doyle trying not to laugh and glares at him. "Ohhhh, you two! I need another girl in this place to help me! Maybe Angel will finally get a girlfriend soon! Try to look for one during this assignment okay Angel?..Angel?" She turns around again to see that Angel has already gone up stairs to pack. She throws the paperwork back onto the counter and pounds into the office while Doyle cracks up in peels of laughter.
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So what'da think? Hmmm? Do you know how long this is? Wow, Drusilla strikes again.(She's my muse, don't ask.) By the way, I'm sorry for the interpretations of Joyce and Dawn but I needed Buffy to have a bad relationship with them to relate with Angel later in the story. Plus Dawn irked me in the last two seasons she was in and I was still mad a Joyce for telling Angel to leave. However, I'm still sorry! Chow 4 now! ~Crystal
Disclaimer: Yes, they are mine. All of them.
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Chapter 2: Horrible home lives
Angel picked up the phone and answered hesitantly. "Hello?"
"Ahhh, Angel, wonderful to hear from you again. It's been what? Three years?" Rupert's fatherly voice carried over the phone and into Angel's ear.
"Yes, it's been to long. I'm sorry I haven't contacted you it's just I've been really busy and."
"Don't worry about it. I was only the librarian! I mean yes we were close but I knew that you were busy. How are you doing anyway?"
"I'm doing very well thank you. By the way you were and are more than just a librarian to me and always have been! You were my surrogate father!" Angel could nearly hear Giles smile over the phone. He and Giles had always had a strong relationship since the beginning of high school since Angel was the nerdy type. He was handsome but quite shy and an excellent student. He didn't believe in getting wasted every night like some of his fellow students. Right after he graduated, he had decided to go into the private investigating business because one night when he was younger his mother, father, and sister had all been murdered and the case had never been solved. Angel had given up all hope of ever finding the killer but every once and a while he would try to go back into the case to find any missing clues. Angel often blamed himself for their deaths because he had been at a friend's party when he was 15 and although many people had said that it wasn't his fault, he still believed that he could have done something. That was why he never went to any parties after that. He had always hated his father because he cheated on his mother so he didn't care all that much when he was killed but he was very close to his mother and sister so when he found out that they hadn't made it either they were devastated. One day sitting in the library he noticed that some of Mr. Roy's stuff was missing and that some new items were in place of them. He found out that a British man had transferred from the British museum to the school because he had wanted to start a new life for his wife Jenny and himself. His daughter had been murdered and both he and Jenny were distraught and could barley go anywhere without seeing her face. Giles and Jenny had sort of adopted him as their surrogate son and he often stayed over their house instead of his aunt's roach infested shack. Cordelia was also the surrogate daughter as well as Doyle and their friend Spike because none of them had had good home lives. Returning to the present Angel shook his head and realized that Giles had gone silent.
"Um, Giles, not that it isn't wonderful to hear from you again but....Something is wrong isn't it?" Angel heard Giles sigh through the phone and he started to get worried.
"Unfortunately this isn't a personal call. My niece Elizabeth has just gotten into some trouble and we are trying to figure out what actually happened. The bloody American police had thought that she had did it but we all know that she couldn't and-"
Angel cut in before Giles could go any further. " Giles what did your niece supposedly do?"
Giles continued slightly upset. "Well, they had thought that she killed her sister Dawn." When Giles heard Angel suck in a breath he quickly reassured him that he didn't think at all, it was her and that Dawn had been somewhat of an annoyance anyway. He told Angel that Dawn had been hanging out with the wrong group and she had come home that night after the usual drugging it up with her friends upset. She had locked herself in her room and killed herself. The only reason the police thought it might have been Elizabeth was when Joyce came in later and found Elizabeth covered in Dawn's blood holding a knife. Then they later found that the time she had died amounting at the time Joyce saw Elizabeth wouldn't have added up. Plus Elizabeth had been at a friend's party until after Dawn had died. Angel rubbed his head in slight confusion.
"All right but if they think that Elizabeth didn't do it then why do you need to call me?"
"Well, after Dawn's..death, Joyce had screamed at Elizabeth to leave the house because she thought at the time it was her. Later we found a note in her bedroom saying that she hadn't done it and if Joyce had thought that she had done it then she obviously didn't know her daughter. The note told Joyce all about Dawn and what she did every day. Joyce had thought that Dawn was the perfect child and that Elizabeth was the troublemaker. It said that she, Elizabeth, had left to find her own place in the world and that we shouldn't try to find her."
Angel shook his head angrily. This Joyce woman should have known her own daughters and not had thrown her daughter out of the house. That was outrageous! His mother would have never thrown him out of the house. Angel calmed down slightly and then began the interrogation that was familiar to him.
"All right I'm going to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer them as best as you can."
Angel heard Giles chuckle. "You sound like you're asking me where my secret war database is. Yes, of course I'll answer some questions."
Angel continued with a slight smile. "Do you have any idea where she might have gone?"
"She might have gone to a city or somewhere where she could get lost easily. She's pretty smart and she knows that she wouldn't stay somewhere where there weren't a lot of people."
"Okay, is there any specific city that she would have gone to?"
Angel heard Giles pause and he could imagine him take off his glasses and start to clean them. "Maybe New York? Yes, probably New York because she always wanted to act and she always wanted to see Broadway."
Angel himself paused and started to make a mental list of what he would have to pack. "All right, that sounds like a good lead. Is there a name she would probably use? Also, I'll need a picture if she is using a totally different name."
"She will probably be under the name Buffy Summers because her cousin Celia always called her that before she died and Elizabeth always tried to convince people to call her by that name. Summers is her last name and she would refuse to change it. I'll send you a picture of her and that all I can think of now."
"That's perfect Giles. By the way, did you tell Mr. or Mrs. Summers about this?"
"No. Joyce and Elizabeth never had the best of relationships and she only seems to care about Dawn and her funeral right now." Angel could hear the scorn for the older women in his voice and his voice was dripping with disdain in the next sentence. "Mr. Summers is divorced from Mrs. Summers and he hasn't contacted them in a few years."
Angel found himself going back to the days with his father and his relationship with him, but at least then, he had had a mother. What it must have been like to have had a father who left you, a mother who hated you, and a sister who didn't care about anything. He could see why she had run away. "I see. Thank you for the information and I'll get on the case as soon as possible. In fact I'll start packing right away."
"Please find her Angel. Besides Jenny, she's all I have left. I love her as I love you. "
"Of course Giles. I will find her and bring her home safely."
Angel could here Giles' relieved sigh and felt pleased that he could help the older man. He warned Giles that it might take a little while but Giles would have none of it.
"I understand that Angel. I can't thank you enough for your help. I'll send the picture of her immediately over the e-mail."
"Your niece is safe in my hands Giles. (A/N: He he he) Don't worry, she'll be fine."
"Thank you, Angel. It was nice to hear from you again. We should meet up during better circumstances one time."
"Of course Giles, goodbye."
"Goodbye Angel."
Angel hangs up the phone and walks into the main lobby. As he passes Cordelia and Doyle kissing he stops and waits until they notice his presence. They jump apart quickly, caught in the act. Angel just laughs and briefs them on what's going on. After that he asks Cordelia to get the picture of Elizabeth...Or should he call her Buffy?..and for Doyle to book him a one way flight to New York. Cordelia watches him climb up the stairs before calling out to him.
"Hey, what about us? Shouldn't we come too?"
Angel turns back to them and shakes his head with a small grin. "Cordelia, with your condition I don't think you should be going anywhere." Angel hears Cordelia snort in irritation and his smile grows. "I also think that someone who can actually understand the filing should be here and if any cases come up Doyle should be able to handle them for a little while." Doyle looks excited at the prospect of handling the business while Angel is gone while Cordelia looks outraged at Angel.
"Fine, but when you find out that you need me to help you get into clubs and such to find this girl. Don't come crying back to me."
Angel decided to humor her and rolls his eyes to Doyle unseen by Cordelia. "Of course Cordy. I'll be calling you in no time." Cordelia turns her back to him to file some more paperwork.
"Damn right you will. Right Doyle?" Cordelia turns to see Doyle trying not to laugh and glares at him. "Ohhhh, you two! I need another girl in this place to help me! Maybe Angel will finally get a girlfriend soon! Try to look for one during this assignment okay Angel?..Angel?" She turns around again to see that Angel has already gone up stairs to pack. She throws the paperwork back onto the counter and pounds into the office while Doyle cracks up in peels of laughter.
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So what'da think? Hmmm? Do you know how long this is? Wow, Drusilla strikes again.(She's my muse, don't ask.) By the way, I'm sorry for the interpretations of Joyce and Dawn but I needed Buffy to have a bad relationship with them to relate with Angel later in the story. Plus Dawn irked me in the last two seasons she was in and I was still mad a Joyce for telling Angel to leave. However, I'm still sorry! Chow 4 now! ~Crystal