Author's note: Sorry about the delay, school's started and I'm really busy. I was able to finish this chapter sooner than I thought I would, but I might not be able to get another chapter up for a while. Sorry for any inconvenience, but I'll try.

Chapter 5

As soon as Cordelia got to her apartment she went straight to the guest bedroom, no Doyle. Disappointed she went back to the living room, where Angel was still making his way to the kitchen, she joined him and the rest of the gang in there.

"Hi Angel," Willow whispered, she obviously thought Doyle was sleeping in the guest room, "I was just telling everyone about what we talked about."

"And what is that?" Cordelia said.

"That Buffy and the gang are coming by to visit, we're looking for a new slayer who's in town." Willow replied.

"O great!" Cordelia cried, "First Doyle goes missing, now the whole Scooby gang is coming!"

"What!?" said five voices in unison.

"Doyle's missing?" Fred asked concern in her voice.

"What happened?" asked Wesley.

Angel explained about the vampire attack. "I think Doyle will come here, that's why were not out looking for him. If he goes to the old office first then he'll be able to tell we're not there, this will probably be the next place he comes to."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Fred made Cordelia some tea, which she accepted graciously, and they settled in for the wait.

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Doyle found himself lying at the bottom of the stairs leading to the door of the Angel Investigations building.

"I'm alive, I didn't get buried underneath all the rumble." Was his first thought, then came, "Am I alive or am I still dead, I have no idea. Wait! Emma!" Doyle looked up to see the cab driver getting out of the car and coming over to him. He turned around and saw Emma sitting on the steps rubbing her ankle. Apparently she had pushed him out of the door just as the roof clasped. He tried to stand up, but he was too dizzy. He settled for asking from where he was, "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, but…oh…you have a gash on your head." Emma said concern on her face. Doyle didn't understand the concern, why was she helping him, a complete stranger. He'd had helped a little with the vampires, but still…

His thought's trailed off as the cab driver came up to him, "Are you two ok? Do you need to get to the hospital?"

Emma stood up, "I don't, but I think he does…"

"I'm fine," Doyle interrupted, even though he probably did need to go to the hospital. He just wanted to find his friends, Cordelia's apartment he thought. Doyle told the cab driver Cordelia's address, and then he and Emma help him in the cab.

In the cab Doyle was quiet, he was still trying to figure it all out. In the end he decided that he didn't like this world, he wanted everything to go back to the way it was before. Doyle started think about his childhood; life hadn't been easy, but it was still good. The cab slowed down to a stop.

"Is this it?" Emma asked.

Doyle started, he'd been so lost in thought he didn't even notice that they had arrived. He nodded, not trusting himself to say anything. Emma helped him out of the cab and paid the driver. Dizziness came over Doyle as he tried to walk up the path to Cordelia's apartment.

"Come on, not that much farther." Emma was saying, and then they were at the front door.

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Cordelia couldn't keep her eyes open any more, but she had to, just had to. She couldn't be asleep when Doyle got here, had to be up and ready. Let him know she missed him, help him ease back into this world. Suddenly the doorbell rang.

Cordelia jumped up right away, "I'll get it." She practically ran to the door and opened it. She let out a small gasp; there was Doyle half awake slumped over a girl's shoulder. "Angel!" she called.

Angel was there in a flash, when he saw Doyle he immediately went to help the girl bring him inside. Cordelia followed them into the guest bedroom. "What happened to him?" she asked.

The girl explained about going to the old office building and how the ceiling had collapsed. "He's ok, at least he was. On the way here he seemed to be zoning out, or something."

Doyle muttered something in his sleep and Angel nodded toward the kitchen. Cordelia followed the girl out of the room, wondering who she was. When they got there everyone looked up, started at the presence of a new girl.

"Um…hi," Fred said, "Are you a friend of Cordy's and Angel's?"

"What? Oh, no I was just helping their friend Doyle, I'm Emma by the way."

"Ok, Emma," Angel said, "mind telling us what's going on?"

Emma explained about the fight with the vampires and going to the office building. "The ceiling collapsed, that's kinda why he's out."

"That's not the only reason, but they way Emma talks about it he's perfectly normal. Not a problem in sight, it makes me worry…" Cordelia thought. "But you said in the cab he started zoning out?" she stated her worry aloud.

"Um, yeah. It seemed like he was thinking at first and then he was staring of into space. I don't know maybe I'm just being paranoid, but what happened to the guy?" Emma asked.

"Don't worry about it," Wesley said, "we'll take care of it."

Emma nodded, showing she understood. "Wait! I forgot there are some papers and stuff that he took out of the bottom drawer of one of the desks." She said and pointed to her bag sitting on the table.

Angel went over to take them out, but when he stuck his hand in the bag he drew it out a second later. A stifled cry escaped from his lips, his hand was burning. About three things happened then: One, Cordelia quickly got a wet rag for Angel's burn. Two, Wesley looked in the bag and pulled out a wooden cross, alone with the papers. Three, quick as a flash Emma jumped out of her seat and stared at Angel, eyes wide in horror.

"You a vampire!" she said, trying to keep her voice down for Doyle's sake. "A…a vampire!"

"Calm down," Spike said, "me and Angel have souls."

"You're a vampire too!" Emma shot at him, her voice rising to a level that she couldn't control.

"Yea, man, but they have souls." Gunn tried, but the terrified look on Emma's face wouldn't go away. Eventually they had to take her in a different room and explain while Angel and Spike waited in the kitchen. After a few minutes they convinced her she wasn't in any danger.

"How do you know about vampires?" Cordelia asked her.

Emma shrugged like she couldn't really explain it. "Wait," Willow said, "is your name Emma Watson?"

"Yea."

"Looks like we found our new slayer." Willow said smiling. They arranged that Emma came to Wolfram and Hart tomorrow after school.

"See ya then." Emma said and left.

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"I wish he'd wake up."

"You can't rush him, he just came back from the dead."

"Well so did you, but you didn't sleep for 18 hours afterwards."

"Not 18 but pretty close."

"I mean that you were all fine when you got back."

"Cordy, I'm a vampire."

"Yea, well…I can back and so did Gunn, Wesley and Fred. We're all fine."

Angel sighed; he was too tired to argue with Cordelia. Sure he wished Doyle would wake up too, but he wasn't going on and on about it.

"I wonder what all these are." Cordelia said as she sat down at her kitchen table. She pulled the pile of Doyle's things over to her. "Hmmmm, they look like journals, and maybe some pictures…"

"Cordelia, I don't think we should be getting in to his stuff, not while he's still asleep."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." And with that she opened one of the journals. No sooner had she turned to the first page, then Doyle appeared in the doorway.

"What do you think your doing?" he asked in a stern, commanding voice.

"Doyle!" Cordelia said, dropping the journal on the table, "I…I didn't see you."

"I'll tell you your test scores this afternoon, no sooner."

"What, Doyle…"

"Now run along, go out to recess. Go on, go."

"He thinks he's back teacher 3rd grade." Angel said suddenly, "Just like the powers said he's retreating back to things that are familiar."

"I thought I told you to go outside!"

Cordelia looked hopelessly confused, she turned to Angel for help. Angel only shrugged. Cordelia turned back to Doyle.

"Doyle, stop it. It's me Cordelia, I'm not a student and you don't teach 3rd grade anymore." Doyle started walking away as if he hadn't heard her. Cordelia grabbed his arm and swung him around so that they were face to face. "Doyle" She pleaded.

Doyle looked at her like he'd never seen her before. Just as Cordelia was giving up hope he responded.

"Cordelia?"