Family: Photos
by Little Sis
Angel Fan Fiction

Disclaimer: I do no own any of the characters that belong to ‘Angel’. They are the creation and are under the ownership of Joss Whedon. The unknown characters are my creation.

AU: This is my first EVER fan fiction. For those who are wise in the world of FF, please don’t tear me apart. If you have any constructive criticism, then please contact me and I will be thank full for you help and in put.

Chapter 1

Sitting at his desk, there was paper work covering every inch, which now meant it had to cover the floor; Charles Gunn was going to require some more coffee. He had never been the one that was good at research. He just handled the information and killed anything that required killing. Wesley was the one that did all the research. Wesley was the one with the brains and knowledge. Wesley was the one that they need right about now. Wesley was the one that they had buried the previous night.
Gunn fetched the coffee pot from the machine; Angel wasn’t in the mood for talking. He had become very detached since he had learnt that the ex watcher was no longer with them. That he had lost when Angel knew that Wesley should have won. Angel didn’t want to know anything. He just wanted to be on his own.
Flicking through the century old biography of some self proclaimed demon hunter, Gunn finally found what he was after.
“Gotcha. You are now officially dead”
“Who’s dead?” The question had made Gunn jump a little. Spike, the other vampire that worked at Wolfram and Hart, was just being nosy.
“Nothing much. Just a slime demon that is giving one of the blocks a little trouble. Nothing I can’t handle.”
“You sure you don’t want any help? I mean the brooding one isn’t being much fun. He’s just sat in his sodding office reading and drinking. That isn’t much fun.”
“Come on Spike. How would you like it if you had to bury your friend? It’s just Angel’s way of dealing. He’ll be ok.”
“Well, I’m getting bored hanging around the office, what do you say we give this slime demon of yours a good kicking then?”

Angel enjoyed the silence. It was the one thing more than annoying Spike. It allowed him to think about things. It allowed him to brood. Brooding was something that he had perfected over the years. Sitting in silence, allowed him to think about things that he should have prevented. That he should have been there to stop. Like Welsey’s death, like Fred’s death. Like when Connor was kidnapped. All the things in his life that went wrong, they went wrong with style. Nothing was ever simple in Angel’s life. Everything has to have some dramatic twist to it.
Reaching for the leather bound photo album that sat on his self, it had been Cordelia’s idea that he make one up. Just cos you’re dead doesn’t mean you can’t have a photo album! With a little help from Willow in Sunnydale, Cordy put together a photo album of every one. Buffy in her prom dress, the night that she died. Buffy in her prom dress the night that they split up. There were even a couple of Cordy and Xander thrown in as well. Clear annotations from Cordy that she had not had a facial that day that’s why she looked awful. Allowing the pages to fall, it was clear that she had kept up to date with it. A little ‘Angel Investigation’ card was place inside. Reminding him of the day that his business started. Doyle and Cordelia laugh over something that had been said.
Reaching the back, the photos start to get old and faded. Cordy had stopped giving the reader little messages, apart from one photo. Folded in half was a black and white picture of two children. A boy and a girl. The boy could have been no older than about 14, who was holding a new born baby. The handwriting read…

“Dear Angel, I hope you find this. I took me ages to tract down. I know that you don’t like to be reminded of your past as you try to forget it so hard. I just thought you looked so cute.
Love Cordelia.


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