Reviews make me very happy! And this is kind of season 1 with Gunn if that makes sense. It's following it's own story line and I like Angel's apartment in the first season so I went with that set.

Song: My little Girl by Tim Mcgraw

Judy fought back tears as she went behind the curtain. As with everyone who went up and sang, Lorne was waiting for her. He opened his arms and she ran to him, burying her face into his chest as she wept. His scaly emerald hand stroked her hair gently.

"Hey Kiddo, it's alright. I know it was hard for you to do. I think it got the message across to him though. You're okay, everything's going to be okay." He murmured gently, resting his chin on the top of her head.

She breathed in, wiping her eyes. "How did you know he'd be here, Lorney?"

"He usually shows up and sings whenever something's on his mind. His voice is truly awful and he hasn't hit a top forty since he's had a soul but he pays like everyone else so what else can I do?" He reached down and brushed her hair of her face with a talon.

Judy couldn't help it. She cracked a grin and giggled.

"Wait, Angelus actually sings? Like gets on the mic and opens his mouth to emit a sound?" She laughed, trying to imagine it.

Lorne grinned and wrapped his arm around her tiny shoulders to lead her to the edge of the curtain. "I wouldn't really call it a sound but see for yourself, Judes. He just happens to be up next."

Sure enough, he stood center stage with the mic in his hand. His shoulders were hunched forward as he muttered into the wire mess of the mic's speaker:

"Um….This is different from what I usually sing. I just hope the person I'm thinking of knows it's for them." His voice was his classic brooding style as the chords started up and he began to sing in a raspy voice:

"Gotta hold on easy as I let you go.

Gonna tell you how much I love you, though you think you already know.

I remember I thought you looked like an angel wrapped in pink so soft and warm.

You've had me wrapped around your finger since the day you were born.

You're beautiful baby from the outside in.

Chase your dreams but always know the road that'll lead you home again.

Go on, take on this whole world.

But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl.

When you were in trouble that crooked little smile could melt my heart of stone.

Now look at you, I've turned around and you've almost grown.

Sometimes you're asleep I whisper "I Love You!" in the moonlight at your door.

As I walk away, I hear you say, "Daddy Love You More!"

Judy stared wide eyed, Lorne's arm still around her shoulders. Tears started to trickle down her cheeks again as she realized that he had returned the favor. He was now singing about the little black haired girl he had seen on the street side centuries ago.

"You're beautiful baby from the outside in.

Chase your dreams but always know the road that'll lead you home again.

Go on, take on this whole world.

But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl.

Someday, some boy will come and ask me for your hand.

But I won't say "yes" to him unless I know, he's the half

that makes you whole, he has a poet's soul, and the heart of a man's man.

I know he'll say that he's in love.

But between you and me, He won't be good enough!

You're beautiful baby from the outside in.

Chase your dreams but always know the road that'll lead you home again.

Go on, take on this whole world.

But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl."

He looked backstage to see her staring, her cheeks wet and her eyes shining with more tears still to come. He gave a small, uneasy smile, turning to go to her.

Instead of returning that feeling, she turned and bolted, disappearing through the backstage exit into the back alley. Angel dashed backstage, looking around frantically. "Lorne, where is she?" He asked, his voice full of worry and hope at the same time.

Lorne shook his head, chuckling darkly. "Don't you want to hear your fortune first?"

"No, you know that's not why I sang. Where's Jude?" His voice was boarder lining irritated now as he looked around.

"She's not here, Angel. She left." He clapped his colleague on the shoulder. "You two are a piece of work though. It's more dysfunctional than the Jackson five. How you two even stay in the same room for so long is beyond me."

Angel looked to the exit, the door still slightly ajar. "I need to go after her. We need to – "

Lorne blocked him from leaving, "Spend some time apart? That's exactly what I was thinking. You two need time to digest away from each other before you run off and have a happy family reunion. Both of you need to blow off some steam before someone gets hurt."

Angel pushed him away. "I show how you are with her, Lorne. You don't think I don't know what you're really up to? She's physically seventeen!"

"You mean the fact that I took her in six months ago when she came into town and sang for me? I read in her emotions that she had no place to stay so she lives in my guest room and pays for her share of Groceries. She's a good kid and deserves to have a break at least once in her life. Someone's got to have her back. That's what I'm really up to, Angel. It hurts to think you'd say something like that." Lorne snapped angrily.

"Lorne, I'm sorry but –"

"No, I've got customers. Get out."

Angel stalked off to the front exit and left as Lorne returned to the stage to continue being the MC. The audience continued to be none the wiser.

XOX

"101, 102, 103…"

Angel counted ceiling pipes at noon during the day, his eyes not even drooping. He actually felt genuinely worried about Judy, where she was, what she was doing while he sat in his bed with his insomnia and angst, brooding.

Coming down the elevator, Wesley entered the room.

"Still nothing? You haven't had caffeine, have you?" He asked.

Angel sat up in his bed. "Nothing. I'm so tired but it's killing me." Wesley sat on the foot of the bed, looking like a doctor and his patient. Angel flopped backwards on his pillow and huffed a sigh.

"You're still thinking of that girl who was here?" Wesley asked gently, not sure how to handle the situation. Angel had simply ran into the office carrying her and simply announced it was his daughter only to disappear down into his home.

There was heavy pounding on the door at the top of the stairs. Angel threw back the covers, pulled on a pair of sweat pants, leaving Wesley sitting on the bed.

"Coming." The heavy pounding persisted. "I said, I was coming!"

The heavy pounding persisted. Angel stomped up the stairs, now severely irritated. He threw open the door with a bang! As it bounced off the back wall. He looked around.

"Hello?"

He felt a tug on his sweatpants. He looked down and gave a startled yelp.

"WESLEY!"

Judy was lying on his doormat, her clothes torn and bloody. Her arm was bent awkwardly behind her, telling him instantly it was broken, badly. She looked up at him, her face bruised and bloody. One eye was completely swallowed shut. She wheezed out a sentence before passing out.

"Angel… help me."