A/N: I *gasp* took a whole day's break! Please review and I'll add more soonerly! ^_^
"D-Doyle?" Cordy asked, tears running from her eyes. Wesley nodded with a smile on his face, though his eyes were filled with worry.
"Last thing I remembered I was up there," he said, looking above. "What am I doing here?" Cordy walked over to him and ran her hand through his hair and down his cheek.
"Doyle," she whispered, and then kissed him passionately. When they finally pulled apart, she slapped him.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"F-for leaving me, us. And the visions." She smiled happily. "Doyle! Angel, it's Doyle!"
"I'm well aware," Angel said. "Are you really Doyle?"
"Yes! Why does everyone keep asking me this?" he asked.
"Have you looked down recently?" Angel asked. "Because you look a lot like Wesley."
"W-we were trying to get Wesley back," Willow whispered. "Xander sneezed. Spell was broken. Xander..." Tears poured from her deep eyes wetting her pale face. "Xander!" Buffy embraced Willow.
"Shhh... it's ok," Buffy said. "It'll all be ok."
"Y-you tried to bring Wesley back?" Giles asked in astonishment. The four nodded solemnly. "And this was the result. And Xander is dead," he said harshly. "You idiots! Especially you Willow! After the whole Buffy thing, you go and do this? I'm deeply disappointed in you."
"Look," Willow said, tears still running down her cheeks. She felt as if the tears would never stop. "Xander's dead and we can't bring him back. Doyle is in Wesley's body. Can you please just help us?"
Giles sighed. "I'll do what's possible, but I'm not sure if there's much we can do. Either Doyle's stuck in Wesley's body, or Wesley has to die again. Well really Doyle has to die again."
"Why didn't anyone tell me my hair was this spikey?" Angel asked. "It's a ridiculous look!"
"I think it looks good," Buffy said, smiling up at him. Seeing the other's faces, she added, "Right, right. Doyle/Wesley. Back on task."
"This is all my fault! I can't do anything right!" Cordy cried. "I k-kill Xander and I do a body-switch with two dead guys! It's hopeless!"
"I do recall reading an ancient ritual in a book once," Giles said, cleaning his glasses. "It restored one's self. I think if we do that, Wesley will be him instead of Doyle."
"What about Xander?" Buffy asked quietly.
"Buffy, you know there's nothing we can do. Xander is... gone. Forever."
"Wes--," Giles began. "Doyle. Stand in the center. We must recreate the spell. The five of us shall stand around you and chant the spell backwards. It should restore him."
"Ouned susrevinu essop sumina oge da eredicca!" the chanted repeatedly. "Ouned susrevinu essop sumina oge da eredicca!" A gushing wind whipped past them and inside Wesley's ears. Then the wind went out through his eyeholes, nose, and mouth. He fell to the ground, panting.
"Wesley?" Cordy asked.
"Cordy," he said. "Oh no, where's Connor? I've done a terrible thing. Oh god, where is he? He's in danger!"
"I know," Angel said darkly. "Connor's gone. He's in another dimension, presumably dead, with Holtz." He brooded on to his room.
"What have I done?" Wesley wondered. "I'm such an awful person!" Cordy hugged him tightly.
"You just thought you were doing what was right," she whispered into his ear. "Angel'll be ok."
"Angel?" Buffy asked.
"This doesn't change anything. Connor's still gone, Wesley's still evil."
"He just thought he was doing what was right."
"He was protecting my son from me," Angel said. "If he would have just told me!..."
"Angel, this isn't your fault. Don't think that for a second." Angel looked at her abruptly and then laughed softly.
"You know me better than myself."
"You're human now, Angel. Everything's changed," Buffy said.
"But what happens now? I'm still here, you're still in Sunnydale."
"It doesn't have to be that way. Come with me to Sunnydale. God knows we could do with another person there."
"Buffy--"
"Angel, please. I love you and I can't imagine not being without you." She kissed him deeply.
"I'm just a human. I can't protect you." Buffy smiled.
"Who said I need protecting."
Buffy lay in Angel's arms. She smiled up at him and he kissed her forehead softly.
"Xander was a good man," Anya said, crying. "A w-wonderful man. The only man I've ever fallen in love with. May he rest in peace forever." Xander's casket was slowly lowered into the grave as everyone cried. The Sunnydaler's were reunited, and Buffy was safely with Angel. Even though she was attending Xander's funeral, she was somewhat happy. Angel would be hers forever.
A/N: Ok, ;_; I didn't mean to end it! But there was nowhere really to go from here. So I decided to end it instead of dragging it out into what of those long and boring fics that go nowhere. Plus, I still need to finish my other fic. So please review!
"D-Doyle?" Cordy asked, tears running from her eyes. Wesley nodded with a smile on his face, though his eyes were filled with worry.
"Last thing I remembered I was up there," he said, looking above. "What am I doing here?" Cordy walked over to him and ran her hand through his hair and down his cheek.
"Doyle," she whispered, and then kissed him passionately. When they finally pulled apart, she slapped him.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"F-for leaving me, us. And the visions." She smiled happily. "Doyle! Angel, it's Doyle!"
"I'm well aware," Angel said. "Are you really Doyle?"
"Yes! Why does everyone keep asking me this?" he asked.
"Have you looked down recently?" Angel asked. "Because you look a lot like Wesley."
"W-we were trying to get Wesley back," Willow whispered. "Xander sneezed. Spell was broken. Xander..." Tears poured from her deep eyes wetting her pale face. "Xander!" Buffy embraced Willow.
"Shhh... it's ok," Buffy said. "It'll all be ok."
"Y-you tried to bring Wesley back?" Giles asked in astonishment. The four nodded solemnly. "And this was the result. And Xander is dead," he said harshly. "You idiots! Especially you Willow! After the whole Buffy thing, you go and do this? I'm deeply disappointed in you."
"Look," Willow said, tears still running down her cheeks. She felt as if the tears would never stop. "Xander's dead and we can't bring him back. Doyle is in Wesley's body. Can you please just help us?"
Giles sighed. "I'll do what's possible, but I'm not sure if there's much we can do. Either Doyle's stuck in Wesley's body, or Wesley has to die again. Well really Doyle has to die again."
"Why didn't anyone tell me my hair was this spikey?" Angel asked. "It's a ridiculous look!"
"I think it looks good," Buffy said, smiling up at him. Seeing the other's faces, she added, "Right, right. Doyle/Wesley. Back on task."
"This is all my fault! I can't do anything right!" Cordy cried. "I k-kill Xander and I do a body-switch with two dead guys! It's hopeless!"
"I do recall reading an ancient ritual in a book once," Giles said, cleaning his glasses. "It restored one's self. I think if we do that, Wesley will be him instead of Doyle."
"What about Xander?" Buffy asked quietly.
"Buffy, you know there's nothing we can do. Xander is... gone. Forever."
"Wes--," Giles began. "Doyle. Stand in the center. We must recreate the spell. The five of us shall stand around you and chant the spell backwards. It should restore him."
"Ouned susrevinu essop sumina oge da eredicca!" the chanted repeatedly. "Ouned susrevinu essop sumina oge da eredicca!" A gushing wind whipped past them and inside Wesley's ears. Then the wind went out through his eyeholes, nose, and mouth. He fell to the ground, panting.
"Wesley?" Cordy asked.
"Cordy," he said. "Oh no, where's Connor? I've done a terrible thing. Oh god, where is he? He's in danger!"
"I know," Angel said darkly. "Connor's gone. He's in another dimension, presumably dead, with Holtz." He brooded on to his room.
"What have I done?" Wesley wondered. "I'm such an awful person!" Cordy hugged him tightly.
"You just thought you were doing what was right," she whispered into his ear. "Angel'll be ok."
"Angel?" Buffy asked.
"This doesn't change anything. Connor's still gone, Wesley's still evil."
"He just thought he was doing what was right."
"He was protecting my son from me," Angel said. "If he would have just told me!..."
"Angel, this isn't your fault. Don't think that for a second." Angel looked at her abruptly and then laughed softly.
"You know me better than myself."
"You're human now, Angel. Everything's changed," Buffy said.
"But what happens now? I'm still here, you're still in Sunnydale."
"It doesn't have to be that way. Come with me to Sunnydale. God knows we could do with another person there."
"Buffy--"
"Angel, please. I love you and I can't imagine not being without you." She kissed him deeply.
"I'm just a human. I can't protect you." Buffy smiled.
"Who said I need protecting."
Buffy lay in Angel's arms. She smiled up at him and he kissed her forehead softly.
"Xander was a good man," Anya said, crying. "A w-wonderful man. The only man I've ever fallen in love with. May he rest in peace forever." Xander's casket was slowly lowered into the grave as everyone cried. The Sunnydaler's were reunited, and Buffy was safely with Angel. Even though she was attending Xander's funeral, she was somewhat happy. Angel would be hers forever.
A/N: Ok, ;_; I didn't mean to end it! But there was nowhere really to go from here. So I decided to end it instead of dragging it out into what of those long and boring fics that go nowhere. Plus, I still need to finish my other fic. So please review!