Chapter 2.
Doyle couldnt understand what was going on. They could smell him? This wasnt right. It would add to more of his already toturted undead life so to speak and not to mention Cordelia and the hell she's been going through. It's not like it goes unappreciated since he never knew she cared that much it was almost flattering but excuriatingly painful. This was a cruel trick the Powers were playing on him Cordelia couldnt have said it better herself. But that would mean if they could smell him maybe something was happening to him maybe he was getting stonger or something he wasnt sure, and he damn well wasnt going to get his hopes up. He walked closer to Cordelia since she was the first one to smell him in the first place. And he was right.
"DOYLE!" She screamed his name.
Angel and Wesly quickly looked at her. Angel flashed a quizzical look her way while Wesley was still looking confused. She was looking at thin air. She couldnt see anything but she knew he was there it was just something pulling at her something inside of her was tingling and screaming Doyle's name.
"Ok I'm not crazy first off but Doyle is in the room I swear it. He is right there! I cant see him but i know he's there!" She was pointing in a direction. In unision both their heads turned to look where she was pointing. Angel could see an outline of a figure and for the first time in his undead life he got the chills.
"She's right..I can see his outline." His words were low and almost eerie as they were spoken outloud to the company in the room.
"I want to see him!" Cordelia whined almost on the verge of tears.
"Princess..i can see you.."
The room was dead silent as the voice rang through the room, it was an odd comfort to the those that new him but for Wesley it was almost scary.
"I can hear him..did you guys here him! Doyle please solidify or something!" Cordelia said.
:"I dont think it's that easy for him. He's weak but somethings going on..and it's not natural." Angel replied.
"Well of course it's not natrual! There's a dead guy, other then you Angel, in the room with us and he's talking! What we do is not natural of course." Wesley quipped form the background.
"Hey umm guys remember I'm still in the room, you dont have to talk about me like I'm not." The irish accent was welcomed to Cordelia and Angel who have missed their long gone freind. He was someone Angel actually considered a freind and Cordelia found much more to him then meets the eye, and we'er not talking about his demon form either.
"So? Guys what are we gonna do? We gotta do something!" Cordelia was still yelling.
"Cordelia would you please lower your voice..yelling will not figure anything out." Wesley said.
Angel stood there rubbing his chin with his "pensive" face on. He knew that something like could be possible but now it was a freind so therefore he couldnt be happening. Something was wrong with Doyle back could mean a disruption..a disruption in what? The order of the universe? Highly doubtful since there were lot of ghost and spirits..example Dennis.. but something was out of order here.
"Angel? Hi ghost here. Look I'm about as clueless as you guys are considering I'm scared as hell since I can see you and my body and you cant even see me. Could you like maybe help?" Doyle intereputed Angel's train of thought.
"Maybe we should first figure out why your here. Do you know?"
"Ehh..kinda but not really."
"Doyle. I need to know."
If they could see Doyle he was looking around. To look at their faces it was like they were looking at him even though they were off..except Angel since he could see a form..
"Alright I'll tell you what I know.."
Doyle couldnt understand what was going on. They could smell him? This wasnt right. It would add to more of his already toturted undead life so to speak and not to mention Cordelia and the hell she's been going through. It's not like it goes unappreciated since he never knew she cared that much it was almost flattering but excuriatingly painful. This was a cruel trick the Powers were playing on him Cordelia couldnt have said it better herself. But that would mean if they could smell him maybe something was happening to him maybe he was getting stonger or something he wasnt sure, and he damn well wasnt going to get his hopes up. He walked closer to Cordelia since she was the first one to smell him in the first place. And he was right.
"DOYLE!" She screamed his name.
Angel and Wesly quickly looked at her. Angel flashed a quizzical look her way while Wesley was still looking confused. She was looking at thin air. She couldnt see anything but she knew he was there it was just something pulling at her something inside of her was tingling and screaming Doyle's name.
"Ok I'm not crazy first off but Doyle is in the room I swear it. He is right there! I cant see him but i know he's there!" She was pointing in a direction. In unision both their heads turned to look where she was pointing. Angel could see an outline of a figure and for the first time in his undead life he got the chills.
"She's right..I can see his outline." His words were low and almost eerie as they were spoken outloud to the company in the room.
"I want to see him!" Cordelia whined almost on the verge of tears.
"Princess..i can see you.."
The room was dead silent as the voice rang through the room, it was an odd comfort to the those that new him but for Wesley it was almost scary.
"I can hear him..did you guys here him! Doyle please solidify or something!" Cordelia said.
:"I dont think it's that easy for him. He's weak but somethings going on..and it's not natural." Angel replied.
"Well of course it's not natrual! There's a dead guy, other then you Angel, in the room with us and he's talking! What we do is not natural of course." Wesley quipped form the background.
"Hey umm guys remember I'm still in the room, you dont have to talk about me like I'm not." The irish accent was welcomed to Cordelia and Angel who have missed their long gone freind. He was someone Angel actually considered a freind and Cordelia found much more to him then meets the eye, and we'er not talking about his demon form either.
"So? Guys what are we gonna do? We gotta do something!" Cordelia was still yelling.
"Cordelia would you please lower your voice..yelling will not figure anything out." Wesley said.
Angel stood there rubbing his chin with his "pensive" face on. He knew that something like could be possible but now it was a freind so therefore he couldnt be happening. Something was wrong with Doyle back could mean a disruption..a disruption in what? The order of the universe? Highly doubtful since there were lot of ghost and spirits..example Dennis.. but something was out of order here.
"Angel? Hi ghost here. Look I'm about as clueless as you guys are considering I'm scared as hell since I can see you and my body and you cant even see me. Could you like maybe help?" Doyle intereputed Angel's train of thought.
"Maybe we should first figure out why your here. Do you know?"
"Ehh..kinda but not really."
"Doyle. I need to know."
If they could see Doyle he was looking around. To look at their faces it was like they were looking at him even though they were off..except Angel since he could see a form..
"Alright I'll tell you what I know.."
