Chapter 2 : There You'll Be
Cordelia shut off her light and turned off the TV, then taking off her robe. She laid down in her bed, the necklace still tightly clenched in his hand. Tears rolled down her face, and onto her pillow crying herself to sleep.
Cordelia reopened her eyes, seeing she was no longer sleeping in her bed, but somewhere she didn't recognize at first. She looked down at herself seeing she was dressed in a white gown. "Hey? Whats going on?!" She yelled, thinking that the PTB had something to do with this. "Okay vision's are open thing but now you guys are ruining my beauty sleep!" She looked around, her memory beginning to come back, "Wait a minute." Her clothes had began to change into something she would have worn on a regular basis, a tear tumbled down her cheek. She had realized that she was back in the old AI. She slowly walked towards Angel's office and seen him sitting there facing the brickwall, in the dark as he had always been. "Angel?" She said unsure what was going on still. Angel swiveled around in his chair, "Cordelia. Hey, about these business card's...I'm not sure if-" Cordelia interrupted, "Wait, what business cards?" Angel reached over on his desk picking up one of the cards and showed her, "Ya know, the ones you showed us earlier." Cordelia looked around Angel's office feeling like she was in the Twighlight Zone. "Angel, why are we back here? Why aren't we in the hotel?" Angel arched his brows at her, "Hotel? What hotel? Did we get a client?" Cordelia sighed throwing her hands in the air, "No, the Hyperion, where you live! Ya know!" Angel got up from his chair and walked over to her, "Cordy, you feeling okay?" Cordelia rolled her eyes letting out a sigh, figuring it was meaningless to try to explain.
The door to the office swung open, both Cordy and Angel looked towards it. Doyle came storming in, "I see it now! I see the Angel!" He said holding one of the business cards in his hand, and pointing. Cordelia was taken back by his entrance and stood there in complete shock. Meanwhile, Doyle made his way to Angel and began to show him how it was a picture of an Angel on the card. Angel nodded, "Oh okay, so that loopy thing. Oh, well in that case, I guess we can keep it yea. Yea, it has a nice ring to it." The two men turned to Cordelia who was still frozen in place. Doyle looked at her turning his head slightly to the side, "Eh Princess ya feelin okay?" Angel shook his head, "I think she's going through shoppers remorse or something." Doyle walked closer to her, "Ya look like ya seen a ghost." Cordelia finally recollected her thoughts, unaware a single tear managed to fall from her eye. "I..uhhmm..Just didn't sleep well last night." As Doyle drew closer to her she let out another tear, smelling stale whiskey. Doyle smiled flawlessly at her, "What no snappy come backs taday? Ya must be sick." Cordelia forced a smile, all her memories flushing back to her. Angel made his way back to his office, to sit and brood as usual. Doyl laughed as Angel shut the door almost all the way, "Thats all that guy ever does, isnt it?" Cordelia nodded her head slowly, taking a seat behind her desk. She studied Doyle for a couple minutes just watching him pour two cups of coffee, a little whiskey from the flask in his of course.
As Doyle began to make his way over to everything began to fade away slowly. Cordelia looked around seeing that is becoming the white room again, and her clothes had changed back. "Wait! No! I'm not done. I have to tell him how I feel!" She was pleading with the PTB, looking around again for maybe someone she could yell at. She fell to the ground pulling her knees to her chest, like a child, and began to cry.
The sun had risen and was now glaring through Cordeli's window, and onto her face. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as she began to wake up. Finally she had regained her state of mind, remembering everything that she dreamed. She sat up in her bed pulling her knees close to her, she wasn't sure what happened last night. She wanted to smile because she had seen Doyle again, and she wanted to cry because none of it was real. She let her eyelids fall heavy and she propped her head on her knees. She sat there on her bed that morning, confused and deeply saddened. With no energy left in her body, to pull herself out of bed she stayed there for most of her Saturday, mourning the death of Doyle, as if it were only yesterday.
Cordelia shut off her light and turned off the TV, then taking off her robe. She laid down in her bed, the necklace still tightly clenched in his hand. Tears rolled down her face, and onto her pillow crying herself to sleep.
Cordelia reopened her eyes, seeing she was no longer sleeping in her bed, but somewhere she didn't recognize at first. She looked down at herself seeing she was dressed in a white gown. "Hey? Whats going on?!" She yelled, thinking that the PTB had something to do with this. "Okay vision's are open thing but now you guys are ruining my beauty sleep!" She looked around, her memory beginning to come back, "Wait a minute." Her clothes had began to change into something she would have worn on a regular basis, a tear tumbled down her cheek. She had realized that she was back in the old AI. She slowly walked towards Angel's office and seen him sitting there facing the brickwall, in the dark as he had always been. "Angel?" She said unsure what was going on still. Angel swiveled around in his chair, "Cordelia. Hey, about these business card's...I'm not sure if-" Cordelia interrupted, "Wait, what business cards?" Angel reached over on his desk picking up one of the cards and showed her, "Ya know, the ones you showed us earlier." Cordelia looked around Angel's office feeling like she was in the Twighlight Zone. "Angel, why are we back here? Why aren't we in the hotel?" Angel arched his brows at her, "Hotel? What hotel? Did we get a client?" Cordelia sighed throwing her hands in the air, "No, the Hyperion, where you live! Ya know!" Angel got up from his chair and walked over to her, "Cordy, you feeling okay?" Cordelia rolled her eyes letting out a sigh, figuring it was meaningless to try to explain.
The door to the office swung open, both Cordy and Angel looked towards it. Doyle came storming in, "I see it now! I see the Angel!" He said holding one of the business cards in his hand, and pointing. Cordelia was taken back by his entrance and stood there in complete shock. Meanwhile, Doyle made his way to Angel and began to show him how it was a picture of an Angel on the card. Angel nodded, "Oh okay, so that loopy thing. Oh, well in that case, I guess we can keep it yea. Yea, it has a nice ring to it." The two men turned to Cordelia who was still frozen in place. Doyle looked at her turning his head slightly to the side, "Eh Princess ya feelin okay?" Angel shook his head, "I think she's going through shoppers remorse or something." Doyle walked closer to her, "Ya look like ya seen a ghost." Cordelia finally recollected her thoughts, unaware a single tear managed to fall from her eye. "I..uhhmm..Just didn't sleep well last night." As Doyle drew closer to her she let out another tear, smelling stale whiskey. Doyle smiled flawlessly at her, "What no snappy come backs taday? Ya must be sick." Cordelia forced a smile, all her memories flushing back to her. Angel made his way back to his office, to sit and brood as usual. Doyl laughed as Angel shut the door almost all the way, "Thats all that guy ever does, isnt it?" Cordelia nodded her head slowly, taking a seat behind her desk. She studied Doyle for a couple minutes just watching him pour two cups of coffee, a little whiskey from the flask in his of course.
As Doyle began to make his way over to everything began to fade away slowly. Cordelia looked around seeing that is becoming the white room again, and her clothes had changed back. "Wait! No! I'm not done. I have to tell him how I feel!" She was pleading with the PTB, looking around again for maybe someone she could yell at. She fell to the ground pulling her knees to her chest, like a child, and began to cry.
The sun had risen and was now glaring through Cordeli's window, and onto her face. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as she began to wake up. Finally she had regained her state of mind, remembering everything that she dreamed. She sat up in her bed pulling her knees close to her, she wasn't sure what happened last night. She wanted to smile because she had seen Doyle again, and she wanted to cry because none of it was real. She let her eyelids fall heavy and she propped her head on her knees. She sat there on her bed that morning, confused and deeply saddened. With no energy left in her body, to pull herself out of bed she stayed there for most of her Saturday, mourning the death of Doyle, as if it were only yesterday.