AN: Another update! Oh yeah, let's party lol! I'm keeping this short, but first: thanks for the reviews everyone! I'm going to keep this story short, but still to the point. So I need someone to help me out with a future smut scene. The rating will go up, but not yet. Another 5 points to the comment Doyle says before he leaves if anyone knows where I got it from lol! Oh and I apologize if it's slightly confusing. I meant for it to come out this way so I'm sorry if it's still confusing. It's all part of the plan lol!

Disclaimer: If I owned BTVS, Buffy and Angel would've been getting down and dirty like crazy lol!

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"Ah boyo, you may want ta close ye're mouth. A fly may go in there and I have a feeling that vampires, such as yerself, aren't fond of flies," Doyle quipped out as Angel stayed stock still with his eyes bulging out and his jaw hanging down.

Once the words registered in his mind, Angel quickly closed his mouth and slightly relaxed. Doyle walked over to him and extended his hand out. Angel ignored his hand and quickly grabbed the Irish half-demon in a brotherly hug. Both men slapped each in the back gently and let each other go after a few moments. Angel laughed in shock at seeing his friend alive and well.

"How—how are you here?" Angel asked in confusion.

Doyle laughed and looked up to the sky. "Seems like ya have an angel on your shoulder, no pun intended of course," he said as he walked over to a table near the punching bag.

Angel looked around the room and noticed that it was darker than when he came in. He turned to Doyle with the question clear in his eyes and the half-demon smiled. "We needed peace and quiet to speak, so I worked some mojo."

Angel walked over to stand next to Doyle, who was now leaning against the table with his arms crossed over his chest. "So, why are you here?"

Doyle exhaled and closed his eyes. He stayed silent for a moment and then looked over to Angel. "I'm here ta help you out… in a way," Doyle said cryptically.

"Help me out how and with what?" He asked while frowning.

"Angel, man, ya went off the deep end. And I'm not just talking about after what happened to your babe. I'm talking about the past year boyo," Doyle said as he straightened up and looked at Angel straight in the eye.

Angel sighed and looked down, ashamed of his actions from the previous year. Doyle immediately picked up on the vampire's shame and sadness and set out to ease the pain. "You did go off the deep end, that part is true, but it wasn't ye're fault, boyo." Doyle turned and walked towards the middle of the blue practice mat that Angel finally noticed. Once the Irishman stood in the middle, he turned around and thought out what to say. Angel walked over to Doyle, but paused next to the punching bag.

After a few moments of silence, Doyle breathed deeply and walked back over to another side of the training room. He opened a few weapon chests and rummaged through the contents. He made a sound of triumph and pulled out a bottle of Whiskey. "It's not Irish whiskey, but it'll do," he muttered and opened the bottle. He took a huge gulp of the burning liquid and made a content sound as the liquid settled in his stomach. Angel just chuckled at Doyle's actions and waited for him to finish. "Damn, I missed that," Doyle said as he took another gulp of the whiskey. He then walked over to Angel while closing the bottle. He placed the bottle in his pocket and stood next to Angel and stared into the darkness. "Angel," he said after another moment of silence, "Ever wondered when everything went ta shit." Doyle said as a statement, not a question, but Angel answered nonetheless.

"All the time. I've always thought it was after that day in November."

Doyle shook his head but didn't look at Angel. "No boyo, that happened because it was already foreseen." He noticed Angel swiftly turning to him, but Doyle just stayed looking forward. "There are forces of good out there that have some ability to look into the future. Glimpses mostly, but still, it's a sneak peak. The powers have known about you and that day for some time, but it was still shrouded in mystery till that day." Doyle paused and turned his head to Angel. "Ye're the real deal, man. It was seen that you would stay with the slayer as human, but that was as far as the seers got. You proved everyone wrong with your decision, but of course things went to the crapper."

"The crapper; pretty interesting choice of words," Angel quipped.

"Yes I know, but it's the truth. The higher ups were impressed, but of course they way the show their appreciation is almost nearly how ye're demon, Angelus, shows his love," Doyle walked towards the punching bag and tapped it lightly. "Ye fell off ye're path after learning about the Shanshu business. Ye didn't have the hope or the drive that it was true, so it affected ye're game," Doyle sighed and grabbed the chain holding the punching bag. "Evil is always going to be around as long as the good is around, that ya know boyo. What ya don't know is that there is too much evil for the good ta fight. That's why ye went off the deep end and boarded the crazy train."

Angel looked confused and turned his head to Doyle. "I don't understand."

"Yes it's all confusing. Wolfram & Hart engineered your crazy moment the year before and the powers just sat on their arses and ignored everything." Doyle paused and smiled suddenly. "In other words, they fucked up." Doyle noticed Angel's still confused face, so he walked over to him. He clasped him on his shoulder before he spoke. "Just watch."

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The back wall of the training room suddenly lit up as if a projector was playing, but it showed Angel's trial to save Darla. He saw himself killing the first opponent and then he saw himself facing his fears. The images paused and Doyle stood in front of him. "Right here, the powers actually worked flawlessly. The trials were meant to be a distraction while a very old and powerful spell was worked to put into motions Darla's pregnancy." The images changed to the night of passion with Darla that caused the pregnancy and the images stopped at Angel's mid thrust into Darla. Angel was glad he couldn't blush, but Doyle just chuckled in amusement. "Ah the moment of the 'miracle.' It was a spell that allowed ye're swimmers ta take hold of Darla's… well… landing pads ye could say." The images changed into the next morning when Angel awoke and was frightened when his soul felt as if it was being ripped away from his body again.

"There is the moment we fucked up," Doyle said as he broke the silence.

"What do you mean?" Angel said, but he stayed looking at images.

"Because you were suppose ta know that ye're soul was bound to ya after that night," Doyle said nonchalantly. He heard Angel's unneeded exhalation and turned his head to see the surprised look on Angel's face. "Yep, ye were supposed to have been told the following night by my princess, but the vision was blocked by something. Cordy never received the vision and in turn, ye never knew."

The images changed once again to the night that Angel returned to Sunnydale and comforted Buffy after her mother's funeral. "That night was supposed ta go differently. That night ye were suppose ta help out Buffy with fighting Glory, but since that first vision was blocked, the Powers never saw fit ta send another one. So they fucked up because a few months later, Buffy died and you somehow fell in love with Cordy." Angel flinched a bit and saw Doyle's slight glare. "Don't worry—I forgive you for falling for my princess. She's irresistible that one is." Doyle dramatically shivered, but quickly returned back to the subject.

"Now do ya see why they fucked up? All of these events weren't supposed ta happen, but because it did, we had ta make due. Now the taking of Connor was preventable, but once again, something blocked the vision from making it ta Cordy," The images changed again to when Connor was taken. Angel closed his eyes from reliving the events, but his memory was vivid and he saw it nonetheless.

"The powers had a backup plan, but that was also erased from you finding it. Something didn't want ya ta raise Connor," Doyle said seriously as the images vanished and the shadows fell back into place.

Angel stayed silent and then rounded on Doyle. "So what do I have to do to get my son back?"

"Ya have ta find a spell. The spell is located in a book that you gave ta Giles. But only you can say the words of the spell," Doyle said a bit cryptically. Angel picked up on it and frowned slightly at Doyle.

"Why do I have a feeling that you're not saying everything?" He asked his friend.

"Because I'm trying ta build suspense," Doyle said chuckling. He sighed and got serious once again. "Once the spell is performed, everything will change. It's basically performing a huge time fold. The same thing that the Oracles did ta take back ye're day is what you're going ta do. Only difference is that ye're going back in time. Right before Connor was born."

Doyle walked towards the door that led to the Magic Box but stopped to finish telling his message to Angel. "Ye have ta make sure that Connor and Buffy meet. You will need her help so make sure that happens. Things will get clearer once that happens, otherwise ye're fucked. And remember this; not everything is what it seems."

"What the hell does that mean and why does it sound so familiar?" Angel asked in confusion.

Doyle just smiled mysteriously and shrugged. "See ya around boyo." He walked through the door and the light returned to the room. Everything unfroze and Buffy walked through the door as if no one came out through there.

She saw Angel's pensive look directed behind her and she looked around her. "What—what's wrong?"

"A book that I gave to Giles," Angel muttered to himself. He racked his memories and almost as if a light bulb went off over his head, Angel's eyes sparkled as he remembered. "Follow me," he said to Buffy and walked out of the training room with Buffy behind him.

He spotted Giles rummaging through a bookcase and Angel approached him. "Giles," he said startling the old man. Giles jumped a bit and turned to Angel. "Do you still have the Pergamum Codex?"

Giles nodded and took off his glasses. "Why do you ask?"

"I know how to get Connor back. Where's the book?"

"It's back at my flat," Giles said as he placed his glasses back on and started for the door. Angel followed him and Buffy followed both men. Right before they reached the door, Spike barreled inside with a demon on top of him. He growled and grabbed the demon's head and twisted. The demon's lifeless body flopped over Spike and he pushed it aside.

"Stupid bugger," he muttered to himself. He looked up to Giles, Angel, Buffy, and her friends as they came around to him. "We have a problem."

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