Okay, so this is my first proper Angel/Cordy fic. It takes place during I Will Remember You and goes from there, slight AU throughout. In this, Buffy leaves before the Mohra attacks and Angel fights it on his own. Please read and review thanks
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"When did he get back?" Cordelia asked
"Late last night," Doyle answered
"And? How was he?"
"He seemed fine"
Cordelia whirled around to face him, a horrified look on her face
"He wasn't fine. He was in Sunnydale for three days. With Buffy"
She turned back to the window, watching as Angel moved about in his office, sorting out things on his desk
"Where's the scowl? The gloomy mood. It just means it cut deeper than usual"
She turned back to Doyle
"Watch out, Hurricane Buffy is on its way"
"You think?" Doyle asked
"Trust me on this one"
She looked back, as Angel withdrew a stake from his drawer
"Oh no," she gasped
Cordelia and Doyle burst into his office, as Angel looked at them puzzled
"Don't do it," Cordelia cried
"It's not worth it," Doyle added
"You'll get over her. Give it time"
"Why don't you give me that?"
"Because I need it to level my desk. The floor's uneven"
Cordelia and Doyle watched as Angel lifted his desk and slid the stake under one of the legs, before looking at them with a small, amused smile on his face
"You actually think-?"
"Doyle did," Cordelia said straightaway, "You know how he comes to conclusions"
"Uh-huh, right. Look, I'm fine. Buffy will always be a part of me. That will never change. She's human…and I'm not, which won't also change. But I avoided her"
"You avoided her?" Cordelia asked sceptically
"She didn't even know I was there," Angel continued, "It's for the best. There's no need to stir things up"
"I don't know," Cordelia said, "If my ex came back to town, stalking me from the shadows and left without saying hi, I'd be-"
"A little upset?"
All three whirled around to see Buffy standing in the doorway. Cordelia looked at Angel and saw that his jaw was hanging open, until he forced himself to close it
"Buffy, what are you doing here?" Angel asked
"I came to see my father"
"Buffy's here," Cordelia said, "Hi"
"Cordelia, how have you been?" the Slayer asked
"Good. Good. Well, this is Doyle. He gets visions of people in trouble"
"Nice to-" Doyle started
"And this is us leaving you two alone"
Cordelia dragged Doyle from the office, as Buffy closed the door behind them
"So, that's Buffy?" Doyle asked
"Little bitty Buffy," Cordelia answered, sitting at her desk
"Huh. She looked a little-"
"Bulgarian in that outfit?"
"Hurt was what I was gonna say"
"Uh-huh. There's a lot of that when they're together. Come on," she said, grabbing her things
"Where are we going?" Doyle asked
"Get ourselves a cappuccino and possibly watch the director's cut of the Titanic. Those two will be in there for a looong time. Best we leave it to them. Damn, I forgot the car keys"
She turned back to the desk, grabbing the keys to the Plymouth, as Buffy exited the office, before leaving the place without saying a word, while Cordelia and Doyle watched her go
"Must have been intense," Cordelia said, "Come on"
"Shouldn't we check on him?" Doyle said, "He might actually try and stake himself this time"
"Good point"
There came a crash, as Cordelia and Doyle rushed into the office, seeing Angel fighting against a green-skinned demon with bright blue eyes and wearing an armoured outfit similar to a samurai
"Oh damn, bad timing," Cordelia said
Angel ducked under the demon's blade and struck it across the face, as Doyle grabbed a nearby chair and rushed at the demon. It dodged the chair and kicked him against the wall, as Angel grabbed the demon's sword arm and twisted it, plunging the sword into its stomach, spilling green blood. The demon punched Angel, before throwing him against the wall and diving out through the smashed window
"Angel, are you okay?" Cordelia asked
"Yeah, I'm fine," Angel said, "What the hell was that?"
"I've got no idea," Doyle said, getting up and shaking his head, "Packs a punch"
"Right. You two do some research, I'll search for this thing. How was Buffy?"
"Left without saying a word," Cordelia replied, "Probably sulking and you?"
"I'm not sulking. I'm fine"
He headed downstairs, as Cordelia turned to Doyle
"Yeah, I'm sure he's just fine. I'm surprised the world didn't end"
"Does that really happen when they get together?"
"Last time it nearly did"
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Angel patrolled through the sewer tunnels, tracking down the demon by its blood. He was in brood mode. He hadn't expected Buffy to follow him back to Los Angeles to discuss his recent trip to Sunnydale. He had been there to protect her from the baddies in Doyle's vision, keeping out of her sight, as he thought of her as important that he didn't want to tell her. He didn't want to stir up old feelings, preferring to keep his distance until enough time passed…to forget, as Buffy put it. It would be best if they forget about each other until the time came when they would be together again
His instincts came alive when he heard a growl, whirling around and holding his hand out, as the Mohra demon sliced through his palm. Angel hissed in pain, his face morphing as he gripped his halberd axe with both hands. The Mohra growled and clashed blades with Angel; trading equal blows with one another. Angel whirled around and slashed, as the Mohra ducked and stabbed. Angel twisted his axe, blocking the move, before slicing at the demon's chest, as it blocked and sliced the wooden handle in half
Angel dodged the blade coming at his chest, smacking the sword out of the Mohra's hands, kicking it in the chest. The Mohra drew a small dagger, slashing at Angel, as he blocked the blows, before catching its wrist and slamming his axe handle upon it. The Mohra punched him in the face, as Angel backhanded, losing his axe handle when the Mohra grabbed and kneed his wrist. He responded by driving his knee into the Mohra's stomach, before impaling it through the chest with its own dagger. Its blood spilled onto Angel's cut hand, as the Mohra fell down. Angel resumed his human face, stepping away from the demon and looking at his hand. Both the Mohra's and his blood was sucked into the wound, which instantly healed
Angel fell to his knees, gasping in pain as a light swept through him and he fell forward, catching him on his other hand. He continued gasping, sucking in much needed air, as he heard a faint unfamiliar, but not unknown sound
His own heart beating
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