Cloned Chaos
Angel/Star Wars Crossover
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Star Wars or Angel. George Lucas owns Star Wars and David Greenwalt and Joss Whedon own Angel. I am just inspired by their work and am writing for fun and practice for the future. They are geniuses as well as my role models. Sit back and enjoy the story!
Chapter 1 – Tough Love
The Angel Investigations team sat glumly on the couch of the old apartment. Although their team had grown, their business had decreased a bit. It was as if the demons decided to take a holiday. This bites, Cordy thought as she glanced at her freshly polished fingernails. Another long night and nothing to do, but wait, Cordy groaned.
"Anybody up for Monopoly?" Wesley cut into the silence, bringing the game into Angel's family room.
"Are we playing with real money?" Cordy asked curiously.
"No, of course not," Wesley frowned, looking down at the game.
"Then why bother!" Cordy huffed, looking annoyed.
"Anyone else want to play?" Wesley inquired.
"Sounds exciting, but I'd like to just sit down and read with Kate. Maybe Doyle will join you," Angel answered.
"Temptin', but I think I'm safer headin' out and hangin' out wit' Jack and Daniel," Doyle mused.
"You can't go out when we need you here to get a vision!" Cordy complained.
"Well ye should have thought o' that 'fore ya decided to get rid 'o me powers then. Ya might have brought me back from ta beyond wit' yer friend Willow's powers, but that doesn't mean I'm bashed forever as the messenger. I have a life ye know." Doyle protested, folding his arms.
Cordy sighed. He had a point. She really hurt him by giving him back his powers, but she wanted him to feel whole again. He was back to drinking and their time of love and happiness had passed away silently like a cool breeze.
"Fine go…" Cordy turned and looked away.
Doyle touched her arm, but she yanked it away. He sighed and left the apartment.
"You know, Cordelia, if you two talked than maybe you both could get to some understanding. You guys keep each other in the dark by storming off. If I were you I would talk to him because I know you still care and love him," Kate replied as she glanced up from her files.
"Is this another Miss Sensitivity moment? If it is then I will leave the room. I am fine with or without Doyle. I'm a grown woman and have plenty of men falling at my feet. Doyle is not the only one on this planet," Cordy shot back.
"Fine by me, but I'd like to see the look on your face if he ever started dating anyone else," Kate commented.
"Like he could ever get a date wearing that monkey suit of his. Please! I will always be his princess," Cordy stated firmly and sharply. Kate lifted her eyebrow and Wesley gave a nervous cough.
"It doesn't sound like you're too confident about that, Cordy," Angel mused, looking up from his book – Seven Days in Heaven.
"All this from a cursed, soulful vampire who has troubles keeping a girlfriend and walks out on a girl if he gets too serious with her," Cordy sneered.
Angel smiled darkly and put his arm around Kate.
"Not anymore. Kate knows who I am and cares that I help the innocent. She is a part of this team now and I will not let you treat her with disrespect." Angel confirmed.
"Right…" Cordy looks over at Kate giving her a forced smile. "Aren't you two as pretty as a picture. Do you have anything to say to me to top off the cake, Wes?" Cordy turned to Wesley.
Wesley put up his hands in defense and shook his head.
"Great! I'm getting out of her and going home to Dennis who appreciates me!" Cordy fumed, storming out of the apartment.
"Well that went well. Anybody want some tea?" Wesley asked as the group gathered around Angel's apartment for what appeared to be a quiet night.
"Can I get you something?" The bartender yelled over the live band.
"I'll have two Jack Daniels, please," the girl shouted, her blue eyes glittering.
Doyle looked over to his right.Two girls were lined up on the bar stools and chatting. Doyle smiled. Cute girls, he thought. The one closest to him who ordered the drinks caught his eye the most. She had shiny brownish red hair and a bright smile that stretched from ear to ear with cute dimples. She was slim and was dressed in a dark blue spandex top that cut just below the breasts and showed a little bit of her belly with pants to match and a long brown shaw covering it. If only he could get the courage to talk to the beauty. Doyle sighed and glanced at his hands.
"What will it be?" the bartender asked, poking Doyle in the arm. Doyle shook himself out of his dreamy state and smiled. I'll have a Jack Daniels," Doyle said as the girl looked over at him and smiled. He gave her a wink. She lifted her eyebrows in surprise and walked over, leaving the girl on the other side of the bar.
"Hello, stranger. I can't help, but notice that you're sitting alone. Mind if I sit down?" the girl asked, her bright blue eyes twinkling. Doyle nodded as the live band played another song.
"I love that song, With or Without You by U2. It's bittersweet, but the emotion behind is real strong. That's my favorite band." The girl replied over the music. Doyle's eyes widened.
"No kiddin', it's mine too." Doyle smiled. "So what is a pretty thing like ye doin' in a bar like tis?"
"I'm new in town and wondered if you know a place I could stay," the girl said, looking right and then left as if she were expecting someone unpleasant.
Doyle looked over at her, concerned. "What is it, darlin'?"
"I came here because a man has been stalking me and my friend and wants us dead. We were lucky he didn't kill us," The girl whispered.
Doyle frowned and gasped as the girl lifted her sleeve to show Doyle the bruises that trailed up both her arms.
"He told me that the people around us will be his eyes and ears and if we don't go on his side we will suffer," The girl pointed to her friend down the table.
"We should call the police. If he's stalking both of ye, then ye both would be safe under their watch." Doyle commented. The girl shook her head sadly.
"We can't. He is the Leader. Plus I don't really trust the police because they would be under his call," Doyle patted the girl's shoulder sympathetically.
"I could help ye out wit' yer problem. I work for a detective agency called Angel's Investigations. They could help."
"Thanks, but no thanks. I really don't think it's safe to drag you into this situation. It could be dangerous," The girl warned.
"It's no problem. It's what we do, we help other people who feel hopeless and are in trouble."
The girl stared through the thick fog on the band's stage as if she were in deep thought. Her face went white.
"Look if ye in any trouble and change yer mind call us at this number," Doyle insisted as he handed her Angel's business card.
The girl nodded with a weak smile.
"Thanks."
"Do ye need another drink? It's on me." Doyle replied as he caught her hand and squeezed it gently. There was something about this girl that touched him deeply. He didn't want to let her go. He felt like they had a special bond. Was it possible? She couldn't have been more beautiful if she fell from the stars. He sighed inwardly as he watched her drink the newly refilled Jack Daniels. If only he could tell her who he really was and how he felt. He never believed in love at first sight since Harry, but this girl seemed special and refreshing and sweet. There was something about her that was different. Could she also be a demon? He held his breath. Yeah…right. If only…. She glanced up and smiled warmly at him, squeezing his hand back when she was done with the drink. Boy, that girl can definitely swig a Jack Daniels like there was no tomorrow, Doyle thought with a smile. Now that's my kinda woman! Doyle chuckled to himself.
The girl caressed his rough hand with her thumb.
"It was nice to meet you…"
"Doyle is th' name."
"Doyle. I'm Natalie. You're a sweet man and I hope to see ya around some time," Natalie said as she kissed him quickly on the cheek.
Doyle's eyes widened with surprise. Natalie laughed softly as she headed for the door and turned around to wink at him.
Doyle sat there stunned and breathless. This girl was amazing. How could someone hurt such a pretty and sweet girl? Doyle was willing to do anything in his power to protect her. He stared at the exit door for a few seconds and then grabbed his head in shock before it hit the bar counter.
Shaking he could see an alley and heard growling and saw blood. There he saw two people. One was on the ground motionless and the other was Natalie clutching her chest in pain. Doyle shook the pain from his head by taking another sip of Jack Daniel's as he paid for the drinks and rushed towards the door to escape into the midnight air.