A/N
Hey guys! Okay, before I begin work on the next instalment, I'd just like to take time to say a big Thank You! to everyone who's reviewed so far! You have no idea how much of a happy reviews give me!
To answer some of your questions and comments: -
No, this isn't going to be A/B. Sorry if you like A/B, but it just doesn't appeal to me. Wesley will come later, in the sequel I've already got planned, I promise! And more Xander will be arriving shortly!
Round Spongy Things (I'll explain in a later chapter!) to the first person who can tell me which TV show Doyle got the idea from!
Anyway, on with the story!
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Day Three, Thursday, Los Angeles, CaliforniaCordelia watched Angel pace up and down by her desk from where she sat, surrounded by luggage. She jumped out of her seat as the office door flew open with a crash.
"I'm here!" Doyle declared before the door flew back and closed in his face. The door opened again, less exuberantly this time. "Ow." Doyle said, rubbing his nose. The half-demon moved his suitcase the necessary inch over the doorstep in order to prevent the door from closing and entered the room. "What's up?" He asked.
"Angel's having a panic attack at the thought of flying." Cordelia informed him.
"I'm not having a panic attack." Angel said.
Doyle looked at Angel. It was hard to tell in the dim light of the office, but he thought that the vampire looked even paler than normal. Doyle glanced at his watch. "Bit late for that isn't it? The men are coming to pick him up in a minute."
Doyle looked at the coffin that lay on the floor, its lid open, just waiting for Angel to get in. He was proud of that coffin and the fact that it had taken him less than a day to build it. Sure it looked a little rough, but it was a cheaper way to travel then by crate. And he'd even managed to make sure there was enough room for a cooler of blood.
"I'm not having a panic attack!" Angel insisted. Cordelia and Doyle looked sceptically at him. "I'm just a little nervous at the thought of spending eight hours inside a chunk of metal that's suspended in midair."
"It's called aerodynamics." Cordelia fought back a grin. Who'd have thought that Angel would be scared of flying!
"It's called unnatural!" Angel said.
Doyle opened the refrigerator. "What you need is a nice meal. Nothin' calms the mind like a full stomach." He told Angel as he carefully poured blood into Angel's favourite mug. He grinned at Angel as he handed him the mug. "Drink up!"
Angel hesitated, looking from the mug to Cordelia and Doyle and then back again.
Cordelia sighed impatiently. "If it'll make you feel better, we won't look!" She huffed and turned her back on him. Doyle followed suit and the two of them waited.
After a slight pause, they heard Angel drink the blood then carefully place the mug on Cordelia's desk before falling to the floor. They turned back.
"What did you put in the blood?" Cordelia asked calmly as they surveyed their unconscious boss.
Doyle smirked proudly. "Enough tranquillisers to knock out a herd of elephants."
"Good idea." Cordelia complimented him. "Who gave it to you?" She asked suspiciously.
"I saw it on TV."
"Figures."