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Doyle, Lost.

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This story is No. 1 in the series "Change in the story". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: What happens if you are needed after you die? You jump for the chance! Heaven can be boring. Lost/Angel fic.

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Television > LostJediClaireFR1571,619142,76119 Sep 0618 Nov 06No

*The Sound of her Wings*

*The Sound of her Wings*

*Black Wings*

“Who is Raven?”

“She is a girl I know. Her mom died, so I look out for her. She’s like a daughter really.”

“Where is she?” asked little Miss Runaway, who was still fiddling with that bloody big knife.

“Back at my cave. I was picking fruit when I saw the Bastard go by dragging the girl and English.”

“Why didn’t he see you?” The Doctor was still watching his patient, but kept sneaking looks at Doyle. He was good that one. He needed to keep on telling the truth, but couldn’t say Oh I saw it all with a massive migraine I get occasionally

“I was in a tree, trying to get some mangos. It was fun trying to get down in a hurry so I could follow them; I landed in some thorns at one point.”

“Take us to your caves.” The girl said, in a tone that clearly made sure it wasn’t a request.

*Silence*

Raven was in the cave, looking out at the trees. They weren’t the right trees. The trees at home were oak, beach and ash. There were hawthorn trees at home. These trees, she didn’t feel safe in these trees.

Doyle called her Raven, because she couldn’t speak to him. She liked the name Raven. It was better then her human name. It was also similar to her clan name.

Doyle only had a human name. He didn’t know his clan name. Raven would have given him one, but it wasn’t up to her.

It was very quiet in the trees. Too quiet. There weren’t enough birds singing. There was a lot of fruit here, enough for ten times of the amount of birds here.

She was hiding in the cave, waiting for Doyle to come back. She wished she could to fly, like the others of her clan, at home, but she was too young. She was even too young to sing.

But she was worried. Maybe, if she could fly she would find out why there were too few birds here. She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Doyle, Lost." – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 18 Nov 06.

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