Step into another world
Summary: Sort of set during "Birthday" I wanted to take that stupid "What if..." scene out of my head. I was wondering "What happened moments before Doyle died in the Birthday reality." This is part one. I may have more with the same Birthday reality. So here it goes. Read with care.
Doyle stepped onto the platform with his dear friend Angel. He knew they had to beat this thing. Ever since he had gotten to know his demon side, gotten his visions he had been afraid of this very thing. But now wasn't the time to be afraid. Now, he had to be brave. They had to beat this thing
Ever since Harriet had left him, he had wished that he could find somebody, somebody that he could be with. It felt so right. But it wasn't. There was no woman with the key to his heart. The key was there just nobody wanted it.
The other day this broad, Buffy Summers, had come to LA to talk to his old honey. To Doyle, she was only there for about twenty minutes. But to his best friend it had been a day. Doyle wished he could do something like that. Turn back time so that the person you love could be safe, even if it means the thing you've been wanting forever gets taken away. No, he could never do it.
The Scourage was going to destroy them. But no. They had to do something. Doyle turned to Angel. "We have to get these people out of here. The light will destroy them. Anything with human blood will be destroyed." Angel said. Doyle knew it. Angel knew it. There was no possible way to get everyone of these people or demons or whatever over 800 miles away before the light went on. The only way to stop it would be to pull the cords.
Doyle knew what he had to do.
Angel knew what he had to do.
Angel turned to Doyle. "The only way to stop this is to pull the cords. I-I have to jump. I can probably pull it out before the light reaches out."
"Angel, it's suicide!" Doyle yelled. It felt like somebody should have said it. But saying it didn't feel right. It felt like a third person should have been there, but there wasn't. Just two friends. Doyle and Angel.
"I have to! It's the only way!" The light was getting ready to perform what it is suppose to perform. The noise was getting so loud they had to scream over it.
"The good fight, yeah? You never know `till you've been tested" Angel nodded, trying to hold back tears. "I get that now." He shook Angels hand. A strange blue light shone. Doyle raised his arm and punched him in the chin, knocking in off the platform into the Cargo, below with the others.
"Doyle! Doyle! Doyle! Doyle! NO!"
To Doyle, this moment was devoted to somebody. But that somebody had not been found. Maybe it was suppose to be, but it would never. Doyle took one last look at his friend and then jumped into the light, demon face on. He pulled on the cords.
In his last moments he did not think about his best friend, Angel. No, he thought about the one who was suppose to be here. The one that Doyle would love. But he wouldn't get that feeling. Not in this world.
Summary: Sort of set during "Birthday" I wanted to take that stupid "What if..." scene out of my head. I was wondering "What happened moments before Doyle died in the Birthday reality." This is part one. I may have more with the same Birthday reality. So here it goes. Read with care.
Doyle stepped onto the platform with his dear friend Angel. He knew they had to beat this thing. Ever since he had gotten to know his demon side, gotten his visions he had been afraid of this very thing. But now wasn't the time to be afraid. Now, he had to be brave. They had to beat this thing
Ever since Harriet had left him, he had wished that he could find somebody, somebody that he could be with. It felt so right. But it wasn't. There was no woman with the key to his heart. The key was there just nobody wanted it.
The other day this broad, Buffy Summers, had come to LA to talk to his old honey. To Doyle, she was only there for about twenty minutes. But to his best friend it had been a day. Doyle wished he could do something like that. Turn back time so that the person you love could be safe, even if it means the thing you've been wanting forever gets taken away. No, he could never do it.
The Scourage was going to destroy them. But no. They had to do something. Doyle turned to Angel. "We have to get these people out of here. The light will destroy them. Anything with human blood will be destroyed." Angel said. Doyle knew it. Angel knew it. There was no possible way to get everyone of these people or demons or whatever over 800 miles away before the light went on. The only way to stop it would be to pull the cords.
Doyle knew what he had to do.
Angel knew what he had to do.
Angel turned to Doyle. "The only way to stop this is to pull the cords. I-I have to jump. I can probably pull it out before the light reaches out."
"Angel, it's suicide!" Doyle yelled. It felt like somebody should have said it. But saying it didn't feel right. It felt like a third person should have been there, but there wasn't. Just two friends. Doyle and Angel.
"I have to! It's the only way!" The light was getting ready to perform what it is suppose to perform. The noise was getting so loud they had to scream over it.
"The good fight, yeah? You never know `till you've been tested" Angel nodded, trying to hold back tears. "I get that now." He shook Angels hand. A strange blue light shone. Doyle raised his arm and punched him in the chin, knocking in off the platform into the Cargo, below with the others.
"Doyle! Doyle! Doyle! Doyle! NO!"
To Doyle, this moment was devoted to somebody. But that somebody had not been found. Maybe it was suppose to be, but it would never. Doyle took one last look at his friend and then jumped into the light, demon face on. He pulled on the cords.
In his last moments he did not think about his best friend, Angel. No, he thought about the one who was suppose to be here. The one that Doyle would love. But he wouldn't get that feeling. Not in this world.