Buffy looked around, confused. She was in what she supposed was a boat of some kind, and was surrounded by some very panicky people-type demons. She turned to see what everyone was looking at, and all the commotion was about, to see Angel's sidekick - what was his name? Doyle, about to jump for this giant lamp-type thing. Then she saw Angel - who was completely oblivious to her for once, totally focusing on Doyle, and screaming, "Doyle! Doyle!! NO!!!" as he re-climbed the ladder as fast as he could in an attempt to reach Doyle before he jumped.
He was too late. At the sound of Angel's cry, Doyle took a flying leap towards the Beacon.
Buffy turned to the nearest - demon? (who happened to be Rieff) and said - "What's the commotion?"
"The Promised One, h-he-he's jumped for the Beacon, to save our lives."
"How do you turn it off?"
"He has to pull the cables. It's a suicide mission, but-"
Meanwhile Buffy was looking at The Beacon, and saw that it was attached to the ceiling by metal chains.
"The chains," she whispered, looking at her axe.
Then, with a positive nod of her head, she flung her axe, boomerang like, at the chains holding the Beacon to the ceiling.
By this time, Doyle had already landed on the Beacon, and was pulling as hard as he could at the cables to switch it off, burning severely in the process.
So when Buffy's axe hit dead on it's target, both the Beacon and Doyle came crashing to the ground, where the Beacon shattered.
At the sound of the shattering, Angel stopped trying to comfort Cordelia, and looked down at the shattered remains that was The Beacon, and the unconscious body sprawled on top of it, and leapt down, and cried "Doyle!" with Cordelia running down behind him.
They ran to Doyle's side, where Buffy was already waiting. The sight of Buffy stopped Angel in his tracks. "Buffy?" At her nod he asked, "What the *hell* are you doing here?"
"I don't know actually. Saving your sidekicks life maybe?"
"What?! That was you? Thank you Buffy. Thank you so much," Angel told her sincerely, before turning to face Doyle and Cordelia.
He looked at Cordelia, who had tears streaming down her face once more, as she stroked one hand down what once used to be Doyle's cheek, now completely exposed as pure muscle.
"Doyle! Doyle! Oh my God Doyle!" she sobbed.
Angel kneeled down beside Cordelia, and put one hand over Doyle's heart. It was still beating, however weakly, it *was* still beating.
He turned to Cordelia and said quietly, but with a note in his voice which, if it had not came from Angel, would have sounded happy, "He's alive Cordy. His heart is still beating."
Cordelia looked up at him, her eyes and face full of hope. "It is?" she asked quietly.
He nodded, his face grave, "But we need to get him to a hospital. *Now*."
She nodded at him, and motioned for him to pick him up, ready to move people out of the way. But she did not have to. Rieff, who had been
watching and listening, worried about his new friend, spoke up first. "Make way! Make way! Make way for The Promised One! He needs to get to hospital!!"
At those words, in the commanding voice of a fellow Lister, the demons made way, parting to let Cordelia, Angel - carrying Doyle, and Buffy all pass through.
As they left the ship, Angel nodded to the Captain and said, "As soon as we're off, you can go."
He was too late. At the sound of Angel's cry, Doyle took a flying leap towards the Beacon.
Buffy turned to the nearest - demon? (who happened to be Rieff) and said - "What's the commotion?"
"The Promised One, h-he-he's jumped for the Beacon, to save our lives."
"How do you turn it off?"
"He has to pull the cables. It's a suicide mission, but-"
Meanwhile Buffy was looking at The Beacon, and saw that it was attached to the ceiling by metal chains.
"The chains," she whispered, looking at her axe.
Then, with a positive nod of her head, she flung her axe, boomerang like, at the chains holding the Beacon to the ceiling.
By this time, Doyle had already landed on the Beacon, and was pulling as hard as he could at the cables to switch it off, burning severely in the process.
So when Buffy's axe hit dead on it's target, both the Beacon and Doyle came crashing to the ground, where the Beacon shattered.
At the sound of the shattering, Angel stopped trying to comfort Cordelia, and looked down at the shattered remains that was The Beacon, and the unconscious body sprawled on top of it, and leapt down, and cried "Doyle!" with Cordelia running down behind him.
They ran to Doyle's side, where Buffy was already waiting. The sight of Buffy stopped Angel in his tracks. "Buffy?" At her nod he asked, "What the *hell* are you doing here?"
"I don't know actually. Saving your sidekicks life maybe?"
"What?! That was you? Thank you Buffy. Thank you so much," Angel told her sincerely, before turning to face Doyle and Cordelia.
He looked at Cordelia, who had tears streaming down her face once more, as she stroked one hand down what once used to be Doyle's cheek, now completely exposed as pure muscle.
"Doyle! Doyle! Oh my God Doyle!" she sobbed.
Angel kneeled down beside Cordelia, and put one hand over Doyle's heart. It was still beating, however weakly, it *was* still beating.
He turned to Cordelia and said quietly, but with a note in his voice which, if it had not came from Angel, would have sounded happy, "He's alive Cordy. His heart is still beating."
Cordelia looked up at him, her eyes and face full of hope. "It is?" she asked quietly.
He nodded, his face grave, "But we need to get him to a hospital. *Now*."
She nodded at him, and motioned for him to pick him up, ready to move people out of the way. But she did not have to. Rieff, who had been
watching and listening, worried about his new friend, spoke up first. "Make way! Make way! Make way for The Promised One! He needs to get to hospital!!"
At those words, in the commanding voice of a fellow Lister, the demons made way, parting to let Cordelia, Angel - carrying Doyle, and Buffy all pass through.
As they left the ship, Angel nodded to the Captain and said, "As soon as we're off, you can go."