Chapter 6
Play by the Rules
Summary: Katherine is debating if she should listen to advice given to her by a special person and save Angel from killing himself, or to let him die.....
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Joss Whendon does that.
Katherine watched Angel as he picked up the stake, inviable to him. She sat on a nearby grave, not caring who's it was. She watched, her outfit oblivious to the snowy scenery. Long silk skirt, slit up to the thigh on each side, a tank top, and knee-high boots. She crossed her ankles, disturbed at the picture she saw. Liam never cried, she thought, puzzled. She had spent so long watching him over the centuries, and never saw him cry. Not over her.
Katherine laughed as she was lifted and spun around by Liam. The tavern was noisy, the fishing crowd filling the small establishment. He set her down, placing a kiss on her waiting lips.
"Lass, you are the death of me," he said, laughing along with her. Tonight was her nineteenth birthday, and he had decided that for her present, they would spend the evening celebrating at her favorite tavern, then retiring to her own bed, for more entertaining activities.
They left the tavern in fits of laughter, his arm around her waist. They walked slowly to her house, stealing kisses every other street.
"Just a second," he said, stopping before she unlocked the door. She turned, her violet eyes smiling.
"What, love?" she asked, turning to face him. He smiled as he removed a small bag from his pocket.
"Liam?" she asked softly , her eyes raising to meet his. He returned her gaze as he opened the bag. Taking her hand, while still having eye contact, he placed a small piece of metal in her palm. Surprised, she looked down to see a Claddaugh, shining silver in the moonlight, resting there.
"Until forever," he whispered, lowering his lips to hers, kissing her softly.
"He's not suppose to die, you know," a male Irish voice said from beside her. She didn't acknowledge him, she kept watching the scene before her.
" If you let him die, the boss wouldn't like it," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned to him, a ironic smile on her lips.
"He never cried for me, " she told him. Doyle smiled, feeling sorry for her. "And he won't die. He;s gotten past test number two." With a snap of her fingers, Angel vanished. She stood up, turning to the entrance of the cemetery. He followed beside her.
"Ever notice how he forgot about me?" she asked as the snowy countryside faded to the dark atmosphere of the Oracles room. She collapsed on a couch, not even glancing at the still figure of Angel on the floor beside her. A single tear betrayed her self-control and fell down her cheek. " But, if I had a choice to whom I would give him to, I would choose her," she told him, sighing as she rose to her feet. "She knows what love is," Doyle agreed, watching as Angel began to wake. "Don't you think it's time to give the last test?"