Dream Come True
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel, yada, yada, yada. You know the drill.
A/N: This was the first fanfic I ever wrote! It is considerably old, however…^_^; I did it when I was thirteen and I am now sixteen.
I'm sure you can do the math. ^_^
Gone.
The sound of the cable
snapping, the brilliant flash of bright light, and he was gone.
No…Doyle wasn't dead. He couldn't be. She had only imagined it. It was all just a bad dream—no, a nightmare. Cordelia looked around frantically, waiting
for Doyle to jump out from behind her, like it was all just a big joke. She imagined him standing before her.
"You didn't really
think I'd leave you, did ya Princess?"
She had to get out of
there. She tried to take a step forward,
but stumbled. She nearly went over the railing,
when Angel caught her. He wrapped his arms
around her and held her tightly.
Angel. His hands were cold and pale, like those of a
dead person. But then, he was dead, his
heart frozen in silence for all eternity.
Though he showed these physical characteristics of a dead body, he was filled
with human emotion and Cordelia could feel it.
Now, the sickening pain of reality was cutting through her like a knife. She burst into tears and began screaming hysterically.
"Why?! Why did you take him?! You fucking bastards!! Bring him back!"
"Ssshhh…" Angel tried to calm her, but his efforts were
futile.
Just then, she experienced
a whole new kind of pain. She grasped
her head in agony and shook violently. She
could see something…in her head…torches near a white doorway…there was an inscription
above it, but she couldn't make it out…behind the door…people…strange gold people…demons,
maybe…
And then she saw nothing. The pain had subsided.
"Cordelia! Are you okay?" Angel asked in alarm.
She shook her head. "I saw something. Like Doyle—" She choked back
a sob. "There were torches…a-and a door,
and strange gold people. I-I think they
might have been demons."
Angel thought for a moment. "I know who they are. They're not demons. I'll explain later, but right now I'd better
get you home."
A voice cut in from down
below. "Hey, Angel, what just happened
here?" The captain asked in fear. "What the hell was that thing?!"
"Nothing. Take the ship and get these people out of here,
now!"
Angel escorted Cordelia
off the ship and helped her onto the motorcycle he had stolen from the Scourge. He turned to her and spoke.
"Look, Cordelia, you can
stay at my place for as long as you want."
"Thank you…but I need
to be alone." Angel gave her a worried look.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine,"
she assured him.
"All right."
As they sped away into
the night, Cordelia heard a distant, familiar voice telling her not to cry. She was too tired to cry anymore, anyway…
***
Angel couldn't sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about Doyle's death
and how he might have prevented it. The
horrible event played over and over again in his head. Then he remembered Cordelia's vision. The people she had seen—they were the Oracles,
whom Angel had gone to see only two days before. Perhaps it wasn't too late to pay them another visit…
But the Oracles were already one step ahead
of him, or at least Sister was. She had
been watching Doyle for some time. When
she saw what a brave and heroic thing he did for that family of demons, she quickly
snatched him away from wherever it was that he was headed. She that, like Angel, Doyle was not a "lower
being." Even Brother couldn't deny that
no ordinary human would do something like this, though he was very reluctant to
admit it.
Doyle looked around in surprise as he appeared
before them.
"Why did you bring me here?" He asked.
'You were not meant to perish as you did,"
Sister explained. "It was not the proper
time. Your tremendous test of strength could
prove to be very useful in the future."
"I don't think so," Doyle corrected her. "This was really more of a one-time kinda thing,
y'know?" Sister replied, "Whether that be
true or not, your friends won't survive without you there to assist them." "I want to go back, I really do, but I've served
my purpose and now I have to move on."
Sister, realizing she was not going to get
through to him with words, opened a window to the outer world.
"Look," she said. Doyle looked. He saw Cordelia
huddled in a corner, crying. She glanced
at her nightstand. She stood up, slowly
making her way over to it. She opened a
drawer, pulled out a pair of scissors, and in one swift movement, plunged them through
her heart. She gasped with pain as she
fell to the floor and didn't move.
"No!!" Doyle screamed.
"Calm yourself," Sister said. "This is only what will happen if you do not
return."
"Send me back," Doyle said, not taking his
eyes off of Cordelia.
Minutes later, Doyle was at Cordelia's doorstep. He knocked, but there was no answer. The door was open, so he let himself in. He walked slowly toward Cordelia's bedroom,
afraid of what he might find. His worst
fears were confirmed. Cordelia lay on
the floor, unmoving. He rushed over to her. She seemed fine. He realized she must be asleep.
Being careful not to disturb her, he gently lifted her up and placed her
on the bed, then seated himself in a chair next to her and fell asleep within a
few minutes.
***
Cordelia woke up in the middle of the night.
She tried to raise her eyelids, but they would barely even move. She managed to open her eyes a crack and saw
Doyle sitting next to her. Her eyes were
now very wide. It looked like he was just
waking up.
"Mornin'," he said, then looked out the window
and saw that it was still dark. "Uhh…not
mornin'," he corrected himself. "Feelin'
any better?"
Cordelia continued to stare. "How…" she began to ask. "I saw you—" "The Oracles brought me back," he interrupted her. "Said it wasn't my time. Wish they'd make up their minds."
'So…you're alive?" Cordelia asked. "Yep."
She instantly threw her arms around him in
a big hug. "Oh, Doyle, I thought I'd never
see you again! I was so scared…I wanted
to die."
Then, of all possible times, she realized
that her makeup had probably been smeared all over her face. "I must look terrible," she said. "Only a little," he replied, grinning. "I guess we'd better go see Angel." "No, please, Doyle," Cordelia pleaded. "I don't want him to see me like this. Can't we wait until morning?"
"Okay," he agreed, then awkwardly, "Do you want
me to stay?"
She nodded as tears sprang to her eyes. As he held her, Doyle told her: "I came back for you, y'know. They showed me what would happen if I didn't…" His voice trailed off as he remembered the
terrifying scene. He reached up and brushed
some stray hair from her face. "I couldn't
let it happen." She took his hand and
held it to her cheek, which was now wet with tears.
"Don't cry, Princess. I'm right here." He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She held him close as she kissed him back,
more passionately, caressing his tongue with hers. As Cordelia began to slip out of her nightgown, Doyle stopped her. "No," he said quietly. "But why?"
Cordelia asked, slightly disappointed.
"Because right now you're just happy to see me." He grinned.
"When you're really ready, I'll be there." Cordelia smiled warmly at him.
"Well, until then, Francis," she said as she got into bed. Doyle cringed at the mention of his middle
name, but still slid into the bed beside her.
"Doyle?" "Yeah?" "Don't ever leave
me again or I'll have to pound you." Doyle
smiled. "I promise." Soon, they fell asleep in each other's arms,
never to let go.
~Fin~
A/N:
I hope y'all appreciate how long it took me to type this! My hands will never be the same! lol
