Part 12
Monday 5 pm
"Feeling any better, Princess?" Doyle walked into their bedroom,
speaking softly so he wouldn't make the headache worse. He knew
better than anyone what it felt like: being hit by a semi truck, and
then beaten up by every kind of demon all at once didn't even come
close in comparison.
"Wonderful," Cordelia replied sarcastically.
"I come bearing gifts," Doyle said with a smile, holding out two pain
pills and a glass of water.
"Thanks, Doyle," she said, accepting them gratefully. "Now go away,
because I'm still mad at you." she added with a frown.
"Oh come on, Darlin'," he sat down next to her. "We called Angel this
morning to tell him about the vision. And he told us he doesn't want
us there, we'd just be in danger with the rest of them. Angel's going
to be fine, he always is."
Cordelia gave Doyle her best pouting look.
"I'm serious, Cordelia. I'll leave, and you can keep pouting." He
made the mistake of looking back at her face as he stood to
leave. "Come on, Cordy, please don't look at me like that. You know I
really can't stand that face. I'd do anything to make you stop
looking at me like that. I'll take you shopping. Do you want to go on
a vacation? Anything, Princess. Just tell me and I'll do it."
"Take me to Sunnydale," she requested, still pouting for good
measure.
"Anything but that," Doyle protested.
"You said ANYTHING!" she wailed.
"Okay, okay! I give. You win, you always do," he conceded.
"Really?" Cordelia asked.
"Yes," Doyle nodded with a sigh. "I know Angel's gonna kill me for
this--"
"Thank you!" she jumped up. "I love you." She paused to kiss him
passionately. "Oh, and no he won't, because he knows he'll have to
deal with me if he does," she added with a smile. She turned and
reached under the bed for a suitcase. "So you find us a plane ticket,
and we'll get there by tonight, probably in time to help with the
fun. Is Charlie coming too?" she stopped for a breath, but didn't
give him time to reply. "And we'll pack light, because hopefully
we'll kill Spike and Drusilla, and then be back here before the
Council finds out. Because we don't want you getting into trouble
with them. Or Charlie, if she comes." By this point, Cordelia had
finished packing two days worth of clothes for herself. "Pack, Doyle!
We're wasting precious time!"
"Um....To answer your earlier question, I'll see if Wesley will keep
an eye on Charlie. I don't think Spike and Drusilla require the
double-slayer treatment."
"Okay," Cordelia replied. "So you pack your stuff, and I'll call
Wesley. Then you call and get us a plane ticket. Hopefully we can be
out of here by the end of the night." She turned and walked to the
bathroom, retrieving the necessary items. She stopped after packing
them, and turned back to Doyle. "Did I mention I love you?" she
asked, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I think so, but I never get tired of hearing it," Doyle replied,
kissing her gently. "I love you too, Cordelia. I really would do
anything for ya, ya know?"
"I know," she said with a smile. "Okay," she stepped back, ignoring
his frown. "We've got things to do," she reminded him as she went to
the phone.
"Yeah, okay. I'll go tell Charlie we're leaving, then I'll pack,"
Doyle said.
***********
Monday
10 am
"Are you feeling okay?" Buffy asked Angel. They'd brought him home
from the hospital after Doyle's call. Cordelia's vision had Spike
visiting the hospital with the intent of finishing the job he'd
started in the sewers, and had been enough motivation for Buffy to
demand Angel's discharge of the doctor. She hadn't been above a few
threats, if it got Angel home safely.
"I'm okay," Angel replied, sitting on the couch slowly. "A little
sore. I'll have to get used to the fact that I don't heal as quickly
as I used to. Don't you have class?"
"I'm not going," Buffy said.
"Buffy--"
"Don't Buffy me," she replied, stomping her foot and folding her arms
in front of her chest. "That obnoxious bleached blond vampire thinks
he's going after you. Well, if he even tries it, he's got another
thing coming. Like maybe a stake through the heart. Well, with the
ring on his hand...maybe I'll chop off his hand and then I can stake
him." she said.
Angel chuckled. "That's certainly a plan," he said, nodding. "How do
you intend to get close enough to be able to do that, though?"
"I'll think of something," Buffy shrugged.
"Spike is not an idiot, Buffy. He's impulsive, but he knows what he's
doing. Underestimating him would be a huge mistake."
"I'm not underestimating him," Buffy said. She sat next to him on the
couch, and added, "I know Spike's dangerous and powerful. After all,
I haven't been able to slay him yet, so that means something. I guess
I never really thought about it before, but he was well-trained." She
frowned then, and Angel could see the wheels turning.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Nothing," she shrugged.
"No, it wasn't nothing," Angel pressed. "You've got that look that
you get when you have an idea but you're worried it might upset
someone."
"Got me," Buffy said with a smile. "I did think of something. But
you're right, I'm afraid you won't like it-"
"Buffy," Angel took her hand, "I want to hear your idea."
"Okay," Buffy said, and took a deep breath as she began to explain
her idea for stopping Spike and Dru.
**************
Monday 5 pm
"Feeling any better, Princess?" Doyle walked into their bedroom,
speaking softly so he wouldn't make the headache worse. He knew
better than anyone what it felt like: being hit by a semi truck, and
then beaten up by every kind of demon all at once didn't even come
close in comparison.
"Wonderful," Cordelia replied sarcastically.
"I come bearing gifts," Doyle said with a smile, holding out two pain
pills and a glass of water.
"Thanks, Doyle," she said, accepting them gratefully. "Now go away,
because I'm still mad at you." she added with a frown.
"Oh come on, Darlin'," he sat down next to her. "We called Angel this
morning to tell him about the vision. And he told us he doesn't want
us there, we'd just be in danger with the rest of them. Angel's going
to be fine, he always is."
Cordelia gave Doyle her best pouting look.
"I'm serious, Cordelia. I'll leave, and you can keep pouting." He
made the mistake of looking back at her face as he stood to
leave. "Come on, Cordy, please don't look at me like that. You know I
really can't stand that face. I'd do anything to make you stop
looking at me like that. I'll take you shopping. Do you want to go on
a vacation? Anything, Princess. Just tell me and I'll do it."
"Take me to Sunnydale," she requested, still pouting for good
measure.
"Anything but that," Doyle protested.
"You said ANYTHING!" she wailed.
"Okay, okay! I give. You win, you always do," he conceded.
"Really?" Cordelia asked.
"Yes," Doyle nodded with a sigh. "I know Angel's gonna kill me for
this--"
"Thank you!" she jumped up. "I love you." She paused to kiss him
passionately. "Oh, and no he won't, because he knows he'll have to
deal with me if he does," she added with a smile. She turned and
reached under the bed for a suitcase. "So you find us a plane ticket,
and we'll get there by tonight, probably in time to help with the
fun. Is Charlie coming too?" she stopped for a breath, but didn't
give him time to reply. "And we'll pack light, because hopefully
we'll kill Spike and Drusilla, and then be back here before the
Council finds out. Because we don't want you getting into trouble
with them. Or Charlie, if she comes." By this point, Cordelia had
finished packing two days worth of clothes for herself. "Pack, Doyle!
We're wasting precious time!"
"Um....To answer your earlier question, I'll see if Wesley will keep
an eye on Charlie. I don't think Spike and Drusilla require the
double-slayer treatment."
"Okay," Cordelia replied. "So you pack your stuff, and I'll call
Wesley. Then you call and get us a plane ticket. Hopefully we can be
out of here by the end of the night." She turned and walked to the
bathroom, retrieving the necessary items. She stopped after packing
them, and turned back to Doyle. "Did I mention I love you?" she
asked, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I think so, but I never get tired of hearing it," Doyle replied,
kissing her gently. "I love you too, Cordelia. I really would do
anything for ya, ya know?"
"I know," she said with a smile. "Okay," she stepped back, ignoring
his frown. "We've got things to do," she reminded him as she went to
the phone.
"Yeah, okay. I'll go tell Charlie we're leaving, then I'll pack,"
Doyle said.
***********
Monday
10 am
"Are you feeling okay?" Buffy asked Angel. They'd brought him home
from the hospital after Doyle's call. Cordelia's vision had Spike
visiting the hospital with the intent of finishing the job he'd
started in the sewers, and had been enough motivation for Buffy to
demand Angel's discharge of the doctor. She hadn't been above a few
threats, if it got Angel home safely.
"I'm okay," Angel replied, sitting on the couch slowly. "A little
sore. I'll have to get used to the fact that I don't heal as quickly
as I used to. Don't you have class?"
"I'm not going," Buffy said.
"Buffy--"
"Don't Buffy me," she replied, stomping her foot and folding her arms
in front of her chest. "That obnoxious bleached blond vampire thinks
he's going after you. Well, if he even tries it, he's got another
thing coming. Like maybe a stake through the heart. Well, with the
ring on his hand...maybe I'll chop off his hand and then I can stake
him." she said.
Angel chuckled. "That's certainly a plan," he said, nodding. "How do
you intend to get close enough to be able to do that, though?"
"I'll think of something," Buffy shrugged.
"Spike is not an idiot, Buffy. He's impulsive, but he knows what he's
doing. Underestimating him would be a huge mistake."
"I'm not underestimating him," Buffy said. She sat next to him on the
couch, and added, "I know Spike's dangerous and powerful. After all,
I haven't been able to slay him yet, so that means something. I guess
I never really thought about it before, but he was well-trained." She
frowned then, and Angel could see the wheels turning.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Nothing," she shrugged.
"No, it wasn't nothing," Angel pressed. "You've got that look that
you get when you have an idea but you're worried it might upset
someone."
"Got me," Buffy said with a smile. "I did think of something. But
you're right, I'm afraid you won't like it-"
"Buffy," Angel took her hand, "I want to hear your idea."
"Okay," Buffy said, and took a deep breath as she began to explain
her idea for stopping Spike and Dru.
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