part 4
Monday 8 am
London England
Cordelia walked around the place, getting familiar with it. "So how
close is this place to the Council Headquarters?" she called from the
kitchen. She opened the pantry to study the food possibilities, and
started at the sound of the voice in her ear.
"Not far," Doyle said, before moving his mouth to more interesting
activities. He kissed along her neck, and she sighed and leaned back
against him.
"Doyle," she protested, "I'm serious. How far?"
"Five miles," Doyle paused to reply. Then he turned her to face him,
and kissed her deeply and passionately. "But I didn't wait three
weeks to see you to talk about the idiot Watchers.
Cordelia laughed, "Aren't you one of those i...Watchers?" she asked.
"No," Doyle frowned at her. "I'm not stupid enough to let Spike and a
horde of fledglings into the compound, past twenty armed men, and
then into the main building to kill twenty-five Watchers, leaving one
still alive."
"Do you know what he took?" Cordelia asked.
"Wes is working on that," Doyle shrugged. "The Council tends to be
secretive anyway, but the last remaining member seems to have no
intention of telling us. He still thinks that Spike has probably been
caught and destroyed by the Watchers."
The phone rang, and Doyle walked over to get it. "Doyle here. Hey,
Wes. Yeah, Cordy's here, she's good. You wanna talk to her? Oh, okay.
Can I say I told you so? Well, I did anyway. So what did he get,
anyway? Well, I don't care what you have to do, find out, Man.
They're probably on their way back to Sunnydale, and Buffy and the
others need to know what they're going to be dealing with. Okay,
thanks, Wes, Charlie and I will be there in an hour."
Doyle hung up the phone and proceeded to make breakfast. Cordelia
waited patiently for him to tell her what Wesley had said. And she
waited. And -- "ALAN FRANCIS DOYLE!"
Doyle flinched, and looked over at her with a grin. "Patience is a
virtue, Princess," he teased.
"If you don't tell me what Wesley said I'm gonna--" she stalked up to
him with a glare.
"Okay, okay!" he chuckled, and grabbed her arms so she couldn't hit
him. "I'll tell you, but let me get Charlie up first. She and I have
to go to the Council in an hour to get briefed on the whole
situation."
"I'm up already," Charlotte said from the doorway. She'd thrown on a
pair of blue jeans and a gray sweatshirt, it was November and getting
cold. "Couldn't miss the sound of you getting yelled at."
"Oh, sorry," Cordelia apologized. "He just makes me so--"
"Mad? I know," Charlie walked over and hugged Cordelia. "No problem,
welcome to London Cordy."
"Thanks," Cordelia smiled. "So tell us what we're missing, Doyle."
"Well, the last few members of the Council Special forces showed up a
few hours ago, and none of them could claim to having dusted Spike."
"That's not a good thing," Cordelia replied.
"I'd say that's the understatement of the century," Charlie said with
a sigh.
Sunday 12 am
The gang was gathered at Angel's house, having a relaxing evening
after Patrol. Buffy and Willow had been nominated to rent movies
earlier that day, something that each man was beginning to regret.
Xander, though, was the first one to speak up.
"Make it stop!" he complained. "Okay, fine. Girl movie number one:
The Wedding Singer. I can deal with that, it's got some funny moments
even though it's a really stupid plot. Girl movie number two: While
you were sleeping. I wish someone would have put ME in a coma before
I had to sit through that movie. But I am NOT sitting through Ever
After. I refuse. You girls are just being cruel now."
"What, I'm not distracting enough for you?" Anya asked from her spot
on his lap. Xander just sighed and rolled his eyes, he'd long since
given up the attempt to explain 'acceptable topics of conversation in
front of the gang.'
Buffy looked over at him and said, "Stop whining.", but there was a
twinkle in her eye. "Fine. Willow, time to break out the guy movies.
I'm too comfy to move." She had managed to get completely tangled up
with Angel on the couch and had no intention of moving.
"Oh, and you think I'm moving?" Willow asked with a raised eyebrow.
She and Oz were curled up together on the opposite end of the
couch. "Don't think so. Xander can put his own movie in."
"Anya--"
"Why me?" Anya frowned at him.
"Well, because you're on my lap, so you get up and you're half-way
there. If I got up too, that's kind of silly don't you think?" Xander
explained. It made perfect sense to him.
"There's something wrong with that logic," she replied, but got up
anyway. "Okay, so we've got Terminator, Lethal Weapon, or Die Hard."
"Any of those are fine," Xander said happily.
There was the sound of a cellphone, and Buffy mumbled in complaint as
Angel untangled her from his body and went to find it. He returned,
and Buffy could tell by his expression something was wrong. She
reached for the remote and stopped the movie, at the protest of the
others.
"Hush," she said. "Angel?"
"Spike got away from the Special Forces," Angel replied. "Wesley and
Doyle are trying to find out what he got out of the Headquarters, and
they'll call us in the morning around eight a.m. at Giles' place."
"You think it's bad?" Buffy asked.
He raised his eyebrow. "This is Spike we're talking about," he
answered.
"Oh yeah," Buffy said. "Well, I enjoyed the lack of evil while it
lasted," she sighed.
***********
Monday 8 am
London England
Cordelia walked around the place, getting familiar with it. "So how
close is this place to the Council Headquarters?" she called from the
kitchen. She opened the pantry to study the food possibilities, and
started at the sound of the voice in her ear.
"Not far," Doyle said, before moving his mouth to more interesting
activities. He kissed along her neck, and she sighed and leaned back
against him.
"Doyle," she protested, "I'm serious. How far?"
"Five miles," Doyle paused to reply. Then he turned her to face him,
and kissed her deeply and passionately. "But I didn't wait three
weeks to see you to talk about the idiot Watchers.
Cordelia laughed, "Aren't you one of those i...Watchers?" she asked.
"No," Doyle frowned at her. "I'm not stupid enough to let Spike and a
horde of fledglings into the compound, past twenty armed men, and
then into the main building to kill twenty-five Watchers, leaving one
still alive."
"Do you know what he took?" Cordelia asked.
"Wes is working on that," Doyle shrugged. "The Council tends to be
secretive anyway, but the last remaining member seems to have no
intention of telling us. He still thinks that Spike has probably been
caught and destroyed by the Watchers."
The phone rang, and Doyle walked over to get it. "Doyle here. Hey,
Wes. Yeah, Cordy's here, she's good. You wanna talk to her? Oh, okay.
Can I say I told you so? Well, I did anyway. So what did he get,
anyway? Well, I don't care what you have to do, find out, Man.
They're probably on their way back to Sunnydale, and Buffy and the
others need to know what they're going to be dealing with. Okay,
thanks, Wes, Charlie and I will be there in an hour."
Doyle hung up the phone and proceeded to make breakfast. Cordelia
waited patiently for him to tell her what Wesley had said. And she
waited. And -- "ALAN FRANCIS DOYLE!"
Doyle flinched, and looked over at her with a grin. "Patience is a
virtue, Princess," he teased.
"If you don't tell me what Wesley said I'm gonna--" she stalked up to
him with a glare.
"Okay, okay!" he chuckled, and grabbed her arms so she couldn't hit
him. "I'll tell you, but let me get Charlie up first. She and I have
to go to the Council in an hour to get briefed on the whole
situation."
"I'm up already," Charlotte said from the doorway. She'd thrown on a
pair of blue jeans and a gray sweatshirt, it was November and getting
cold. "Couldn't miss the sound of you getting yelled at."
"Oh, sorry," Cordelia apologized. "He just makes me so--"
"Mad? I know," Charlie walked over and hugged Cordelia. "No problem,
welcome to London Cordy."
"Thanks," Cordelia smiled. "So tell us what we're missing, Doyle."
"Well, the last few members of the Council Special forces showed up a
few hours ago, and none of them could claim to having dusted Spike."
"That's not a good thing," Cordelia replied.
"I'd say that's the understatement of the century," Charlie said with
a sigh.
Sunday 12 am
The gang was gathered at Angel's house, having a relaxing evening
after Patrol. Buffy and Willow had been nominated to rent movies
earlier that day, something that each man was beginning to regret.
Xander, though, was the first one to speak up.
"Make it stop!" he complained. "Okay, fine. Girl movie number one:
The Wedding Singer. I can deal with that, it's got some funny moments
even though it's a really stupid plot. Girl movie number two: While
you were sleeping. I wish someone would have put ME in a coma before
I had to sit through that movie. But I am NOT sitting through Ever
After. I refuse. You girls are just being cruel now."
"What, I'm not distracting enough for you?" Anya asked from her spot
on his lap. Xander just sighed and rolled his eyes, he'd long since
given up the attempt to explain 'acceptable topics of conversation in
front of the gang.'
Buffy looked over at him and said, "Stop whining.", but there was a
twinkle in her eye. "Fine. Willow, time to break out the guy movies.
I'm too comfy to move." She had managed to get completely tangled up
with Angel on the couch and had no intention of moving.
"Oh, and you think I'm moving?" Willow asked with a raised eyebrow.
She and Oz were curled up together on the opposite end of the
couch. "Don't think so. Xander can put his own movie in."
"Anya--"
"Why me?" Anya frowned at him.
"Well, because you're on my lap, so you get up and you're half-way
there. If I got up too, that's kind of silly don't you think?" Xander
explained. It made perfect sense to him.
"There's something wrong with that logic," she replied, but got up
anyway. "Okay, so we've got Terminator, Lethal Weapon, or Die Hard."
"Any of those are fine," Xander said happily.
There was the sound of a cellphone, and Buffy mumbled in complaint as
Angel untangled her from his body and went to find it. He returned,
and Buffy could tell by his expression something was wrong. She
reached for the remote and stopped the movie, at the protest of the
others.
"Hush," she said. "Angel?"
"Spike got away from the Special Forces," Angel replied. "Wesley and
Doyle are trying to find out what he got out of the Headquarters, and
they'll call us in the morning around eight a.m. at Giles' place."
"You think it's bad?" Buffy asked.
He raised his eyebrow. "This is Spike we're talking about," he
answered.
"Oh yeah," Buffy said. "Well, I enjoyed the lack of evil while it
lasted," she sighed.
***********