Cordelia Doyle curled up in a chair in Angel's office. It had been a very interesting day. What had started out as the most perfect day in history, her wedding day, had ended in catastrophe. During the ceremony, right before she and Doyle were supposed to say their vows, demons had flooded the church, attacking the guests and destroying the church.

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"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining in Holy Matrimony of Allan Francis Doyle and Cordelia Elizabeth Chase. Is there one here who has a reason why this couple should not be wed? If so, speak now, or forever hold your peace."

Cordelia looked around anxiously, almost expecting someone to stand up. When no one did, she returned her gaze to the one of Doyle's. He had never looked away, being more confident that everything was going to go according to plan.

"Very well. Cordelia and Allan have chosen to write their own vows. Allan, would you like to go first?"

Before Doyle could even open his mouth, the doors to the church flew open, and demons charged in. Angel and Buffy were the first to react, both removing stakes from various places. Stakes wouldn't do much good against demons, but they were better than nothing. Cordelia, who was dressed the least appropriately for slaying, looked around for something that would allow her a little more distance than a stake. Oz ran out the back door toward his van to get some of the weapons that he had taken to traveling with.

Father Monahan was watching the whole thing through wide eyes. Cordelia pushed him back behind the pulpit. "Demons or not, this is my wedding day and I intend to get married. So do the traditional ceremony. Doyle, pay attention!"

"Yes, dear." Doyle said tightly, punching a demon in the face several times in rapid succession.

"Allan Francis Doyle, do you take Cordelia Elizabeth Chase to be your lawfully wedded wife?" he began, cringing when Oz threw broad swords to Cordelia, Doyle, Gunn and Wesley. Fred and Willow both got crossbows.

"They're Dekai!" Anya announced, finally recognizing the demons. "Stab them in the feet!"

Buffy looked at Anya like she was out of her mind. "Why would we want to stab them in the feet?"

"Their hearts are in their feet. Stab them there and they die instantaneously. Much easier, less mess."

Buffy shook her head in disbelief. "Okay, everyone, you heard her. Stab them in the feet!"

"To have and to hold from this day forward? Through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, through trial and temptation?"

The guests had rapidly emptied the church, leaving only the few who knew how to fight demons. Including, obviously, Spike, who, even if he had wanted to leave, couldn't, as it was still daylight. Spike was in his element. He forewent stabbing the demons in the feet, and instead, fought them hand to hand. It was effective, and he had as high a body count as anyone else. He just got messier.

"Hey Peaches, eleven o' clock!"

Angel turned around just in time to roll a demon over his back and run it through with his sword as soon as it hit the ground. Father Monahan took a deep breath and continued. "Do you promise to love her as your wife and friend, to be loyal to her, to trust her for all the days of your life until death should you part?"

"Doyle, that's your line!" Cordelia yelled, trying valiantly not to get her dress dirty.

"I do!" came Doyle's reply from across the church where he was battling beside Oz and Xander. Harry ran up to Cordelia.

"Hey, Anya's right, if you stab them in the feet, it will kill them, but it might be less messy if you would just stab them in the chest. The anatomy of a Dekai is all screwed up and they have most of the brain in the chest. Less blood, easier to reach."

"Thanks, Harry." Cordelia said, thrusting her sword through the chest of an incoming demon. "You're right, less mess."

"Cordelia Elizabeth Chase, do you take Allan Francis Doyle to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward?"

Angel and Buffy were taking care of the last few demons. All in all, the fight had only taken about five minutes, but it seemed like forever. No one had any serious injuries, though Doyle did have a cut on one arm that he knew Cordelia was going to insist on taking care of once they got back to the office, and Angel did have a slice above one eyebrow that was bleeding quite a lot. Other than that, no one had anything other than bumps and bruises.

"Through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, through trial and temptation? Do you promise to love him as your husband and friend? To stay loyal to him, to trust him for all the days of your life until death should you part?"

Cordelia's voice was clear and strong. "I do."

"Does the Best Man have the rings?"

Angel began making his way up the aisle, digging through his pockets. After a quick, frantic search, he produced two gold bands and handed them to Father Monahan. Doyle joined Cordelia at the altar, took her hands in his.

"Allan, take this ring, place it on the third finger of her left hand and repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed."

Doyle took the ring and slipped it onto the correct finger. "With this ring, I thee wed."

"Cordelia, take this ring, place it on the third finger of his left hand and repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed."

Cordelia's hands were trembling as she did as instructed. "With this ring, I thee wed."

"Very good. With the power vested in me by the Catholic Church, the state of California, the city of Los Angeles, and God, I pronounce you man and wife. It is my pleasure to present to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Allan Francis Doyle. You may kiss your bride."

His duties being done, Father Monahan fainted, falling to the ground with a thumping noise. But Doyle didn't even notice. He took his wife in his arms and kissed her thoroughly. Cordelia wrapped her arms around him, her hands coming up to the back of his head, her small body pressed tightly against his. The few people still in the church cheered.

When Doyle let Cordelia go, she smiled up at him as he braced his forehead on hers. "I can't believe we finally did it." She said in a low voice, and he kissed her forehead.

"It was definitely a long time coming." Doyle agreed, and slipped an arm around her waist to lead her toward the door. Angel came up to Cordelia, and she squirmed out of Doyle's grasp to hug him.

"Congratulations." Angel said, hugging Cordelia tightly.

"Thanks. Now that we've taken care of that, do we have any idea why those Dekai attacked us?"

Spike laughed. "Dekai are notorious for liking to interrupt weddings." He said. "Trust me, it wasn't personal. They just like to cause trouble. Now, where's the sewer entrance in here?"

"There isn't one." Oz said, "You can ride in the back of my van. No windows."

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Doyle came into Angel's office as well and handed Cordelia a cup of coffee. She accepted it gladly. "Has Anya come up with a reason why they would want to attack out wedding?"

"Not yet. Why do you think this was personal?"

Cordelia just looked at him. "Is anything in our lives coincidental? There were over a hundred weddings in LA today. Why ours when it was the furthest from their lair?"

"Okay, you win. They meant to attack us for a specific purpose."

"Right. Now we have to figure out what that is."

Angel walked in. "Wrong. You two are going to have nothing to do with it. You are going to go home and pack, and get on a plane. I want you to go on your Honeymoon, have fun, and not worry about a thing."

Cordelia and Doyle exchanged a look that made Angel think that they could read each other's thoughts. Doyle finally answered. "Sorry, boss, but we're staying until we know what's going on. We can't just go on vacation when you might be in danger here."

Cordelia nodded. "He's right. We aren't going anywhere."

Just then, Wesley poked his head in the door. "I have bad news."

"Of course you do." Cordelia said. "Get everyone in here and then you can break it to us."

"I don't think you want everyone in here for this." Wesley said, closing the door and turning the lock. "Cordelia, do you remember how, in that other dimension, or the other version of the present, Doyle was dead, and you made a wish and traveled back in time?"

Cordelia nodded. "Yeah. I remember. But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Cordy, you aren't the only one who remembers that other time. The Dekai love to meddle with time. They actually taught the vengeance demons how to create time folds. And some of their texts survived the temporal fold. I've managed to procure some of them. Apparently in the other present, Dekai were very powerful demons."

"They were." Cordelia affirmed. "We had quite a few problems with them."

"In this present, they aren't. They're mainly lower level demons who work for other, more powerful demons. Some of the older Dekai possess their memories from the first time around and want to return to that time, that place, that version of the past and present."

Cordelia went deathly pale, grabbed her husband's hand in a tight grip. "I don't care what we have to do, I am not losing him again."

Angel nodded. "Cordelia's right. We can't afford to lose Doyle. What do we have to do to stop them?"

"I've done some research and come up with one possible way. Apparently the Dekai came from a dimension called Pylea. And while they were there, they were scared of only one thing. The Destroyer."

"Pylea? Where's that?"

Cordelia swallowed. "That's where Lorne's from. And where I was a princess, and where I met Groo, and where Holtz took Connor."

Everyone in the room looked at Cordelia. "You know about Pylea?"

"Do I ever. Fred does too, if you'll ask her about it. Didn't anyone ever wonder where she came from? Apparently my time travel was enough to disturb the other dimensions and she was able to find a way out. We never went there in this version. In the first version, we did. Well, some of us. I went first. Got sucked in through a portal when we were trying to send Lorne's cousin back through. Since I had the visions at that time, they made me a Princess. Angel, Wes, Gunn and Lorne followed me through. We finally got out, with Fred. That's where she came from the first time. This time, she managed to open a portal where she was instead of clear across the world."

Wesley looked at Cordelia. "It would seem you know what to do then? Who the Destroyer is?"

"Do I ever. Are you guys ready for a story?"

Angel sat down. "Summarize it for us."

"Do you remember Holtz? Angelus killed his family, turned his daughter into a vampire."

"I remember. He died over two hundred years ago."

"No, he didn't. He paid a dark wizard to put him in sort of a cryogenic suspension that preserved him until a time where he could exact revenge on you. That happened to be right when Wolfram and Hart brought back Darla. With Holtz and Darla both comin' at you, you went a little crazy, fired all of us, slept with Darla and somehow got her pregnant. I know, impossible, but true. She ended up staking herself to be able to give birth to the baby, a boy that you named Connor. Then, Holtz found out about the baby. Wesley translated a prophecy that said that the father would kill the son. The prophecy was about you, Angel. All the signs started happening, and Wes kidnapped Connor. Holtz took the baby from Wes, and left this dimension to go to Pylea. We all thought he was dead, until a portal opened in the front lobby and a nearly fully grown Connor fell out. He's the Destroyer."

Wesley put a hand on his forehead. "Oh my. It would seem that we need this boy to deter the plan of the Dekai."

"No, we need Connor to convince them to return to their own dimension. Connor, at first, wasn't the best person to have around. He hated Angel, didn't do much to help, and the Dekai were able to get a foot hold. Then things got even worse when I had a one night stand with Connor and got pregnant."

Angel nearly spit out a drink of coffee. "My son got you pregnant?"

"Sort of. Not really. I didn't give birth to a baby. I gave birth to an adult demon."

Wesley winced. "Who did what?"

"Enchanted everyone on the planet to follow her. Did I mention that she made me evil as well?"

"No, I think you forgot that." Angel said tiredly. "Have I mentioned how glad I am that I didn't have to deal with all this?"

"I figured as much. Just wait till I tell you this next part. When I slept with Connor, the two of us were in the process of falling in love. Anyway, eventually we began killing the Dekai again because we finally got things back to a semblance of normalcy. We hadn't gotten very far before I went back in time."

Doyle shot a comical glare toward Angel. "Hands off." He said, and everyone chuckled.

"I think I like this try better." Angel said, "No offense, Cordy, but you and me aren't very compatible. We make much better friends."

"None taken. I'm a married woman, remember?"

"Right. So what do you propose we do about all of this. I think we've all ascertained that we want this present to remain the same, but in order to do that, we have to change it."

"Not really. I'll just do some more time traveling, and bring back Connor."

"No." all three men said in perfect unison. Angel continued. "There's no telling what doing that would do."

"Yes, there is. What I did before, was change the past. I did it on purpose, made sure Doyle didn't die. This is totally different, trust me. All this is, is inter-dimensional traveling. What happens in another dimension has nothing to do with what happens here. All that I'd have to do, is pop into the dimension I came from, the one where Doyle's dead, I'm in love with Angel and Connor is there, and bring Connor back here."

"But what would that do to the other dimension?"

Cordelia deflated. "I hadn't thought about that. Okay, how about this. I make another wish."

Wesley looked at Angel. "If she makes it specific enough, that could work."

"But how is it vengeance?" Doyle asked, "Connor isn't in this dimension, so how could you be angry at him?"

"You weren't there for me to be mad at when I made the first wish." Cordelia pointed out. "Besides, I lived a life with Connor. I know him. That means I can make a wish concerning him. Isn't Anya a demon again?"

Wesley nodded. "Yes, she is. Shall we tell everyone else what it is we're going to do?"

Angel nodded. "Maybe someone will have another idea."

Cordelia stood up. "Okay, let's get this over with so I can go on my Honeymoon."

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