A/N

Hey guys.  Thought I'd reply to some of the reviews you guys have kindly left for me! :-D

Jane McCartney and Bolo:  I promise there'll be way more Xander soon!  Have patience and you will be rewarded with some round spongy things.  Confused?  *does a scary Yoda impression*  You will be!  Also, Jane?  I'm glad you like Angel's fear of flying.  That scene gave me sleepless nights for weeks when I first write it and gets more and more difficult every time I have to rewrite it!  Which reminds me…

The problem with the whole chapter issue is that it's done scene by scene.  This is 'cause my delete-happy brother keeps deleting my master copy every time I make some progress and as a result I'm left with out of date copies that have missing scenes.  So this is an easier way for me to update as every time I hit a patch of already written scenes I simply upload them all and whenever there are missing scenes, I can write them one by one.  I have two more scenes to write and then I hit a big patch of already written ones.  Am I babbling?  I'm babbling aren't I?!  *lol*

Veggie-Babu-chan:  No Spike I'm afraid.  Well, at least, not in this one.  Wait until I've finished this fic and get started on the sequels.  Then we see Spike in a big way!  :-D  Talk to you later!

The Sleepless Dreamer:  Hey!  I know you!  You've R&Red my other fics!  Wow!  *waves her hands in front of her face in an effort to calm herself down*  This is so cool!  Oh, and the whole, England/UK thing?  It'll make itself clear later (I hope).

Arekanderu:  I'm writing as fast as I can!  *lol*  Seriously though, I have *counts 'em* five writing projects at the moment!  There's this one, then there's another fic I'm writing, Red, and then there's two television pilots I'm writing with a friend for the BBC (fingers crossed they'll get picked up) and then I'm writing a novel.  And I'm looking for a job so I can pay the rent!  :-D  I promise to try and go faster though 'kay?

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Day Three, Thursday, Los Angeles Airport, California

Doyle glanced at Cordelia and smothered a grin.  Paranoia about being recognised had seized Queen C and she'd taken advantage of the nearest gift shop to purchase the largest hat and pair of sunglasses Doyle had ever seen.  And as if that wasn't enough, she'd also covered her hair with a lime green and purple scarf that clashed horribly with the bright yellow rim of her plastic sunglasses.

Doyle didn't think that he'd ever seen anyone look so very ridiculous and adorable.  Which pretty much settled it in his eyes.  If he could look at Cordelia when she was dressed like that and still find her the most desirable woman he'd ever seen then it must be love.

He opened his mouth, intending to ask her if she wanted to get a meal or something when they got to England as she peered over the magazine she was using as a shield to hide her face.

"Cordelia…"  He began.

"Oh my God!"  Cordelia squeaked, interrupting him.  Doyle turned to look at what she was staring at. 

A group of five people were walking down the aisle towards them.  Cordelia hid behind the magazine again.

"Tell me when they've gone!"  She hissed.

Doyle looked at the group again.  It was headed by a typical blonde Californian girl, who was being followed by a distinguished-looking middle-aged man.  Behind them came a pretty redhead who seemed more introspective than the rest of the group.  Behind her was a young teenaged boy and a brunette girl who didn't seem to quite fit into the world.  So this was Buffy and friends.

Doyle watched them carefully as they approached, feeling a pang of jealousy as he realised that the boy must be the infamous Xander.  The jealousy ebbed however, when Xander put his arm around the brunette with a familiarity that suggested intimacy.

They passed and Doyle nudged Cordelia to let her know that she no longer had to worry about being recognised.

"Have they gone?"  She asked in a whisper.

 "Yes.  And no."  Doyle replied, grinning widely.

Cordelia frowned.  "Huh?"

Doyle indicated the seats behind them with a jerk of his head.  "They're behind us."  He glanced out of the window, idly wondering how long it would be before the stewardesses started offering free drinks.  His head was still agony.

Cordelia groaned.  "Things really can't get any worse!"  She whispered to herself.

"Want to bet?"  Doyle asked, chuckling as he watched the airline employee's scuttle about on the tarmac below.  "Take a look outside, princess."  He invited.

Glancing at Doyle warily, Cordelia leaned over him and looked out of the window.  "What am I looking at?"  She asked.

Not trusting himself enough to be able to answer her with a straight face, Doyle merely pointed to where Angel's coffin was being loaded directly underneath them.