Author: JoBelle/Jodie
Email: me@jodie.tv
Disclaimer: I own everything and Lindsay is my love slave chained to my bed 24/7 solely dedicated to my every whim and pleasure. Okay coming out of the delusion now :) I own nothing, Joss is God of this universe and all rights belong to him and his cohorts! Nobody sue I'm just playing around here!
Feedback: Please!!!!!! I promise to love you forever if you review!!! I don't even know if I'm going to continue this so you have to let me know if you want me to!
Rating: PG for the most
Chapter One
The Return.
Only the dead can enter the lands of the unliving and bring back the child, the prophesied one.
Cordelia and Fred bolted out of their rooms at the loud shouts coming from the lobby. The heavy rain that had prevented Cordelia from going home continued to pound against the old brick walls as the two girls hurried along the corridor, at the head of the stairs Cordelia froze, mouth dropping open in shock, fingers clenching around the banister rail until the knuckles turned white. There in the middle of the lobby the usually tormented vampire with a soul practically beamed with joy and all but danced a jig as he cradled his miracle child to his chest. A child they'd grieved for, thought lost to them forever in some random hell dimension and beside them a man with blue green eyes that Cordelia hadn't seen in almost three years. Her knees grew weak as Angel turned from counting Connor's ten toes and fingers to embrace the half bracken demon. "It's good to see you again Doyle." he said and Cordelia found herself seated on the top step, shaky knees no longer able to support her.
Beside her Fred gasped and reached out to help but Cordy waved her off and after a few seconds indecision the ex Pylean was down the stairs joining in Angel's happy reunion. As Fred embraced the black clad vampire, Doyle's eyes trailed up the stairs and for a few moments aquamarine locked with hazel, both moving towards each other without realizing it. They met on the landing halfway down the staircase, Cordelia's gaze was full of wonder, palm coming up to caress his face. Whack!
"Hey!" Doyle exclaimed stepping back and putting a hand to his reddening cheek.
"If you didn't want to take me to dinner you didn't have to go and get yourself killed!" She informed him hotly, before flinging herself into his arms. Doyle couldn't help but laugh, clutching her closer, tangling his fingers in her chestnut tresses.
"God I've missed you Doyle." She whispered, warm breath tickling his ear. A pang of sadness shot through him at her words and he clutched her closer. "Princess." He murmured, palms running up and down her back over the soft folds of the oversized sweater she wore. "Delia..." he choked out, pulling back and gazing deeply into her eyes. Neither was sure afterwards who made the first move, all they knew was they found themselves in the most intense kiss either had ever experienced, full of all the longing and sorrow and joy and thousand other things racing through them, wrapped up in one single physical expression. Her arms curled around his neck and his fingers buried themselves deeper into her sleep mussed hair holding each other as if the world depended on it.
They broke apart to Connor's wails, hurrying down the stairs to Angel's side, watching as the vamp changed his son's diaper on Wesley's desk, and blew raspberries on the boy's tummy. Doyle's eyes all but popped out of his head at the sight and Cordelia collapsed into peals of laughter at his expression. Fred watched the proceedings with a smile that threatened to split her face as she emerged from their industrial sized kitchen. God she'd missed this. Angel and Cordelia happy, Connor here and reaching eagerly for the bottle she handed to his daddy. As Connor began to suck enthusiastically on the bottle Angel turned to Doyle and opened his mouth to speak then closed it again, stopped, tried again, but all that would come out was "How?"
Doyle sighed heavily. "It's a long story man." the ex seer said tiredly.
Cordelia snorted and rolled her eyes in a 'duh' motion, while Fred just stared at the newcomer.
They all took seats on the lobby furniture, Fred curling up into a corner of the sofa wrapping her arms around her knees, sweatpants riding up to expose her pale calves. Cordelia tucked her socked feet under her leaning against the chair handle so she could sit diagonally and stare at Doyle, Angel claimed the other side of the sofa for himself with Connor still gurgling. The vampire looked down at his son and was amazed at how much he had grown in the two months since he had seen him last, there was a soft dark down covering the top of his head now, curling lightly just past his ears and Connor's eyes had changed from the newborn blue that all babies had and were now the same cobalt blue that Darla's had been, blinking out at him from beneath his father's brow.
Angel traced the baby's cheek and Connor giggled happily, grabbing his daddy's finger in one small chubby fist. Cordelia's breath caught in her throat at the small gesture, tears filling her eyes and the icy hand that had clutched her heart since she'd received Fred's tearful phonecall in Antigua finally melted. Connor was home. She and Angel caught eyes over the baby's head and exchanged relieved smiles. Doyle watched all this carefully and wondered how the events of the last two and a half years had changed his friends' relationship.
Angel and Cordelia's gazes finally drifted back to his own, the vampire's dark eyes giving him the answer to the question he hadn't voiced.
Cordelia broke the silent conversation he was having with the vampire, impatient as ever. "So are you ever going to tell us the long story or what?" She asked hitting him on the arm, leaving her hand there when she was done.
Email: me@jodie.tv
Disclaimer: I own everything and Lindsay is my love slave chained to my bed 24/7 solely dedicated to my every whim and pleasure. Okay coming out of the delusion now :) I own nothing, Joss is God of this universe and all rights belong to him and his cohorts! Nobody sue I'm just playing around here!
Feedback: Please!!!!!! I promise to love you forever if you review!!! I don't even know if I'm going to continue this so you have to let me know if you want me to!
Rating: PG for the most
Chapter One
The Return.
Only the dead can enter the lands of the unliving and bring back the child, the prophesied one.
Cordelia and Fred bolted out of their rooms at the loud shouts coming from the lobby. The heavy rain that had prevented Cordelia from going home continued to pound against the old brick walls as the two girls hurried along the corridor, at the head of the stairs Cordelia froze, mouth dropping open in shock, fingers clenching around the banister rail until the knuckles turned white. There in the middle of the lobby the usually tormented vampire with a soul practically beamed with joy and all but danced a jig as he cradled his miracle child to his chest. A child they'd grieved for, thought lost to them forever in some random hell dimension and beside them a man with blue green eyes that Cordelia hadn't seen in almost three years. Her knees grew weak as Angel turned from counting Connor's ten toes and fingers to embrace the half bracken demon. "It's good to see you again Doyle." he said and Cordelia found herself seated on the top step, shaky knees no longer able to support her.
Beside her Fred gasped and reached out to help but Cordy waved her off and after a few seconds indecision the ex Pylean was down the stairs joining in Angel's happy reunion. As Fred embraced the black clad vampire, Doyle's eyes trailed up the stairs and for a few moments aquamarine locked with hazel, both moving towards each other without realizing it. They met on the landing halfway down the staircase, Cordelia's gaze was full of wonder, palm coming up to caress his face. Whack!
"Hey!" Doyle exclaimed stepping back and putting a hand to his reddening cheek.
"If you didn't want to take me to dinner you didn't have to go and get yourself killed!" She informed him hotly, before flinging herself into his arms. Doyle couldn't help but laugh, clutching her closer, tangling his fingers in her chestnut tresses.
"God I've missed you Doyle." She whispered, warm breath tickling his ear. A pang of sadness shot through him at her words and he clutched her closer. "Princess." He murmured, palms running up and down her back over the soft folds of the oversized sweater she wore. "Delia..." he choked out, pulling back and gazing deeply into her eyes. Neither was sure afterwards who made the first move, all they knew was they found themselves in the most intense kiss either had ever experienced, full of all the longing and sorrow and joy and thousand other things racing through them, wrapped up in one single physical expression. Her arms curled around his neck and his fingers buried themselves deeper into her sleep mussed hair holding each other as if the world depended on it.
They broke apart to Connor's wails, hurrying down the stairs to Angel's side, watching as the vamp changed his son's diaper on Wesley's desk, and blew raspberries on the boy's tummy. Doyle's eyes all but popped out of his head at the sight and Cordelia collapsed into peals of laughter at his expression. Fred watched the proceedings with a smile that threatened to split her face as she emerged from their industrial sized kitchen. God she'd missed this. Angel and Cordelia happy, Connor here and reaching eagerly for the bottle she handed to his daddy. As Connor began to suck enthusiastically on the bottle Angel turned to Doyle and opened his mouth to speak then closed it again, stopped, tried again, but all that would come out was "How?"
Doyle sighed heavily. "It's a long story man." the ex seer said tiredly.
Cordelia snorted and rolled her eyes in a 'duh' motion, while Fred just stared at the newcomer.
They all took seats on the lobby furniture, Fred curling up into a corner of the sofa wrapping her arms around her knees, sweatpants riding up to expose her pale calves. Cordelia tucked her socked feet under her leaning against the chair handle so she could sit diagonally and stare at Doyle, Angel claimed the other side of the sofa for himself with Connor still gurgling. The vampire looked down at his son and was amazed at how much he had grown in the two months since he had seen him last, there was a soft dark down covering the top of his head now, curling lightly just past his ears and Connor's eyes had changed from the newborn blue that all babies had and were now the same cobalt blue that Darla's had been, blinking out at him from beneath his father's brow.
Angel traced the baby's cheek and Connor giggled happily, grabbing his daddy's finger in one small chubby fist. Cordelia's breath caught in her throat at the small gesture, tears filling her eyes and the icy hand that had clutched her heart since she'd received Fred's tearful phonecall in Antigua finally melted. Connor was home. She and Angel caught eyes over the baby's head and exchanged relieved smiles. Doyle watched all this carefully and wondered how the events of the last two and a half years had changed his friends' relationship.
Angel and Cordelia's gazes finally drifted back to his own, the vampire's dark eyes giving him the answer to the question he hadn't voiced.
Cordelia broke the silent conversation he was having with the vampire, impatient as ever. "So are you ever going to tell us the long story or what?" She asked hitting him on the arm, leaving her hand there when she was done.