Disclaimer: I don't own anybody...yet
Set sometime after season 3. Not sure if it will take into account anything that happened in the show after that.
Angel stirred in his sleep. Something's not right he thought but he couldn't place it.
It was like a niggling feeling in the back of his head, and it was getting stronger. It pulsed like a heart beat.
He swung his feet onto the floor and pulled on a shirt. He was wide awake now. His senses fine tuned to what could only be the feel of magic. Half-way to the hotel lobby it hit him.
A powerful shock wave ripped through the hotel scattering furniture and blowing out all the glass in the weapons cabinets. Angel was flung backwards onto the floor.
What the…
A strong smell of ozone hung in the air. And it was quiet.
Too quiet.
Angel got to his feet and staggered into the landing overlooking the almighty crack resounded abound the spacious room. Electricity crackled and the hairs on the back of Angel's neck were on end.
He stared as a rip in reality appeared out of no where, crackling with power and raw energy. He thought he could hear the faint sounds of a fight beyond the tear.
And then two bodies accompanied by a pair of rucksacks tumbled out of the portal, landing in a heap on the hotel floor. One of the bodies jumped up and faced the portal. A bloody wrist flashed through the air. A few droplets of the blood were sucked into the portal. It shuddered and then winked out of existence as if it had never been. The hooded figure that had closed the portal shuddered and crumpled to the ground.
By then the second body was standing. He was slight with angular features and deepest blue eyes topped off with messy black hair. A grin was spread across his tired looking face. "Angel" he said with that unmistakable Irish accent, "Well you just going to stand there gapin' or you gona help us?"
Angel stood there with his mouth hanging open, his brain trying to process what his eyes were telling him was standing in front of him.
Doyle.