RESURRECTION by MIAKODA and Burning-Toast

In tribute to Glenn Quinn, who was a very talented actor, (the Doyle we all knew and loved) died December 3rd 2003 due to drug overdose.

Summary : In tribute to Glenn Quinn (deceased). Set after 'Waiting in

The Wings'. Some familiar faces appear, with surprises all

round. Hope you like it ! R+R ! *^_^*

Rating : PG, swearing later in story.

Disclaimer : um...mostly Joss Whedon's. Baby Connor however,

belongs to us ! *^_^*

Facts you need to know : Connor is only 3 years old...for some

unknown reason

Darla has sacrificed herself, previously.

Chapter 1 ~ Hitchiker

Unknown to Angel Investigations, a man floated in a sub-concious state, drifting with the swirls of the energy current. The Tunnel walls enclosing him were pulsating a vibrant blue, emitting purple sparks every time a soul flew past.

Unknown to the man, there were others like him. One was a woman, with the blondest hair and liquid brown eyes, dimmed only slightly by death.

Until then, conciousness had evaded all of the lost souls condemned to drift endlessly through the Tunnel.

But this man began to feel a tingling sensation at the tips of his fingers, and he began to control his movement.

The woman was having the same experience, like warmth returning to numb limbs.

Cordelia suddenly cried out and stumbled backwards, the heel of her hand pressed to her forehead.

'Cordy !' Angel ran over to his friend and signalled for Wesley and Gunn to fetch a pen and paper. Fred came rushing in.

They turned to fetch the things he had requested, and Angel and Fred concentrated on comforting Cordelia, who was still moaning in pain.

'Cordy ?' Angel said slowly and firmly, ' what do you see ?'

Cordelia took her hand from her head and gasped for breath.

When her breathing was almost normal, she took the pencil and paper Wesley held out for her.

'Write or draw what you saw,' Fred told her, squeezing her hand.

Cordy closed her eyes, and her pencil scribbled across the page.

Willow....Osiris....crossing over....gravestone, Summers...

There it stopped.

Angel gently prised the paper from her grasp, and read it slowly.

'What can this mean ?' Wesley asked, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, 'there appears to be no connections whatsoever, except for maybe gravestone and Summers.'

'English is right,' Gunn stepped forward and clapped Wesley on the back.

'I don't know okay ?' Cordy's voice had a slightly hysterical edge to it. 'i saw the vision, now my head is killing me, and you expect me to do an Alan Einstein ? ? ?'

'Cordelia, i know you are very distressed, but really, it's Albert Einstein.' Wesley cut in.

Angel stared at him.

Wesley cleared his throat.

'Hh-hmm. Um, yes, carry on Cordelia.'

Fred giggled and took over.

'Cordy ? It's okay ! We were just askin' no pressure !' Fred's lilting Texan accent seemed to calm Cordy down, and she managed to smile at her through watery lashes.

'Thanks Fred.' She sniffled.

'Okay, i think our best option for the moment is to do some research. I have some books...' Wesley said, and waited for the group's reaction.

'You know,' Cordy murmured in Angel's ear, as they all got up, 'he reminds me of that guy from Sunny-hell, Giles'

She rolled her eyes, and followed Fred, Gunn and Wesley.

Angel began to laugh, but then a thought struck him.

He walked swiftly to the crumpled piece of paper covered in Cordy's scrawl, and read through it again.

'Willow...'

He looked up.

'Sunnydale.'

'Cordelia, why don't you try this one ?' Wesley handed her a book of worship.

Cordy looked at him in disgust.

'If this is just something to keep me busy, while you do the real research...' she began furiously.

'Oh, no no.' Wesley hurriedly assured her, 'After your vision, you wrote the word Osiris. If i'm not mistaken, he is the God that Wiccans believe to hold the souls of the dead. This is a book of Osiris worship.'

Cordy still looked suspicious, but she took the book and began to flick through it.

Fred and Gunn grinned at the typical behaviour of their friends.

Cordy turned another page of her book, and immediately clutched her head in pain.

Fred and Wesley rushed over to her, Gunn close behind. Cordy screames as images tore through her brain.

Fred held her hand and began to mutter nonsense, trying to sooth Cordelia.

As Cordy's screams subsided, Wesley snatched up a pad and pen, and Cordy began to scrawl furiously.

Witch...Willow Rosenburg...chanting 'Osiris, keeper of the gate, master of all fate, hear us.'...marking face with blood...' Before time, and after. Before knowing and nothing.'...empyting urn onto the earth...' Accept our offering. Know our prayer.'...jerking...' Osiris! Here lies the warrior of the people. Let her cross over.'...things crawling under her skin...

Fred stared at the writing and read some of it aloud.

'Osiris keeper of the gate...Wes, what is this stuff ?' she looked at Wesley, who pushed his glasses up.

'Fred, if you could just, let me read that piece of paper, i might be able to...'

Wesley took the piece of paper and scanned through it. Then he strode to the table and picked up the book that Cordy had been reading when she got her vision.

He turned to face the others, frowning.

'What's up English ?' Gunn moved towards him, concerned.

'Cordelia's vision.' Welsey began, 'must have been triggered by this book. The sentences she's written in quotes, are parts of the Resurrection Chant of Osiris.'

'But, what does it mean ?' Fred asked, turning to face them.

'It means,' said Angel from the doorway, 'that Willow Rosenberg, the witch from Sunnydale, is raising the dead.'

And, far away in Texas, a brown haired man sat up.

'What the hell is going on ?' his voice was Irish.

Suddenly, he clutched his head as a vision burst through it.

Doyle.

To be Continued................

MIAKODA : hee hee...i hope you all like this. We just thought that SOMEONE had to bring Doyle back ! ! ! ! lol...let's say, i dunno, 5 – 7 reviews before chapter 2 is up. Deal ? bibi. *^_^*

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