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"I just can't believe she's gone," Harmony said staring at the floor.
Why was Harmony upset over Dawn, it wasn't like she really knew the girl, Spike thought to himself.
"Can you?" Harmony's eyes looked up into his, tears falling from them.
"What's wrong?" he asked uncertainly, since he now knew this was reality.
"What's wrong?" Harmony yelled angrily, "I may not have a soul like you and Boss but I do have feelings. I mean, she was my best friend since we were like in kindergarten."
The expression on Spike's face told her why his behavior was so strange.
"Oh, you don't know, do you?" she said nearly inaudibly.
"Know what?"
"The reason Angel and, and" Harmony stuttered, "Cordelia never showed up is-is…"
"What, love?"
"She died, she died," Harmony bawled, falling into his arms.
As he tried his best to comfort the distraught vampire as she told him the entire story, one of the things Doyle, the real one, echoed in his head.
Yes, I think the Powers will be pleased to have 'saved' the two vampire Champions in one night
Cordy had come back to save Angel, and Doyle had come back to help him. It was bit a cosmic joke really.
After a few minutes Harmony regained control of herself and settled in at her desk.
"I'm okay," she informed sitting down and wiping away her mascara that was running.
Spike nodded and began to walk away.
"Oh Spike," she called out.
"Yes,"
"Thanks, I was totally a mess back there. I didn't know what I do if you hadn't been there to listen,"
"I've been getting that a lot lately," he smiled a little and entered Angel's office.
"What is it?" the older vampire asked from the corner of the room, looking at the sunrise.
"I'm sorry to hear about Cordelia," Spike commented, knowing that her death would probably hit him the worse.
Angel's reply was silence.
"Could I have a Roman phone number?" Spike asked.
Angel knew what he meant by that, "Why?"
"I had a bit of a revelation last night,"
"It's probably in Harm's database of important phone numbers. Go check with her," Angel answered.
Silence once again filled the air. Spike wasn't sure if he should asked this question, but he wanted to make sure that what he saw wasn't some drunken dream.
"Cordelia, the other night, seemed pretty pissed about Lindsey using the name Doyle. Why, was the real Doyle better than that?"
"Do you remember him from when you tried to steal the Gem of Amara?"
"I just remember wanting to torture you and getting it,"
"He was the one who had the visions in the beginning, gave them to Cordelia before he died. He was our messenger from the Powers That Be, the first soldier down,"
"He didn't happen to be Irish, black hair, and blue eyes?"
"Yeah, you starting to remember,"
Not from then, Spike mentally replied. He turned to exit the office and barely missed a collision with a certain scientist.
"Sorry Fred," he said, glad to see her hair not pulled back in a bun, even though she was dressed in grays and blacks, mourning Cordelia he supposed.
"It's alright Spike," she replied quietly.
He walked back to Harmony's desk and received the phone, and then sneaked into an unused office. He estimated that it was roughly around sunset over in Italy.
Isn't that ironic, he smirked looking at the dawn from the specially tinted windows.
After a few rings the phone was picked up. He could hear music being blasted in the background.
"Hello," a familiar voice said.
"How are things, Dawn"
THE END
