A Proper Goodbye
"Cordelia."
It was familiar, and it was close.
"Cordelia." She could remember hearing that voice not so long ago. The gently rolled 'r's, the uplift at the end.
"Cordelia."
"Doyle?" Cordelia looked forward and wondered how she could have missed him. He stood before her, leaning on a bar, he wore that stupid jacket of his and an even dumber ensemble.
"Hi princess," he greeted with a grin.
"I'm dreaming... you're dead."
"Would you believe it?"
"No." Cordelia walked forward, touching his face, lips, neck, arms. Everywhere. How could this be real? How long would it last?
Doyle gently put his arms around her, holding her close.
"Ya know, them 'Powers That Be' owe me quite a bit. They said I could have sometin', anyting. I just wanted to say goodbye... properly."
"But you just came back. You can't just say goodbye when you just got back." Cordelia thought she might cry again, and held him so tightly that she sure that nothing could tear him away.
"Don't worry Princess, tomorrow you'll start ta feel a lot better. In a year or so, none of this will hurt. In two years you'll barely think of me. Heck, in tree years you'll be in love wit someone else and I'll just be a pencil drawing forgotten on your wall."
"Doyle, that's not true. I would never, never-"
Doyle cut her off with a kiss. The two lingered together, eyes closed, breath interchanging.
"I'm sorry Cordy."
"Sorry for what?"
Doyle pulled away, his ice blue eyes piercing Cordelia's dark brown ones.
"You'll see tomorrow."
And then he was gone, or maybe she had left. She felt confused and lost. His face, his touch, his voice, it was all drifting away slowly. It wasn't fair, she wanted to keep it. But as things got clearer, he became fuzzier.
She was awake. Tears were drying on her cheeks. The dream was almost gone now, all that was left was a single word.
Doyle.
(Yeah, I wrote this a few months ago after my sister bought season one of Angel. I hadn't seen any of the Doyle episodes since they had aired and this was also about the time I heard that Doyle's actor - Glenn Quinn - had actually died. So I thought in a little tribute to Doyle I'd write this here fic and because I didn't want to play around with the contingency of the show and also didn't want to write a terribly long fic. Oh, and about Doyle's accent, I figured that I didn't to do the ebonics the entire way because most people know that he's Irish, so I just did it here and there. Anyway, I like this little ditty and I hope you do. Glenn Quinn - R.I.P.)
