Authors notes: if in the next chapter you see a little changes in the characters behavior it's because I'm trying to pay more attention to how the behaved or acted in the show.

Chapter 7

Later in the day, Wesley, Fred, and Gunn came over to the house. They explained that Angel and Spike were coming as soon as the sun went down. At Spike's name Doyle shot Cordelia a questioning look, but she assured him that everything was fine and explained that he had a soul now too. Doyle just shrugged and sat down in a chair, the other's followed suit.

"So…" Cordelia said in an attempt to start up conversation, "What have you guys been doing at the office?"

"O you know, the usual stuff. We're trying to get all of our clients back, they kinda heard 'bout what happened and aren't to pleased." Fred said.

"Yes, I'm afraid that we've lost a lot clients who were more or less going to us because we weren't rebelling against the Senior Partners." Wesley put in.

"There's been some trouble, but nothing we can't handle." Gunn explained. Everyone, but Doyle nodded in agreement. Doyle had that far off look again, but as soon as silence fell he seemed to shake himself out off it.

"So, what kind of business is Angel Investigations now?" he asked casually, trying to shake off the look Cordelia was giving him.

"Well it's no longer Angel Investigations, though we basically do the same thing. We're now Wolfram and Hart." Fred said.

"Wolfram…Wolfram and Hart? Aren't those the bad guys?" Doyle replied.

Fred explained, with the help of Wesley and Gunn, Cordelia was absorbing the information as much as Doyle was. Since she hadn't been alive either when they became Wolfram and Hart, she asked as many questions as Doyle. By the time everything was explained Angel and Spike showed up. When Spike came in Doyle tensed up quite a bit.

"So were did Willow go?" Cordelia asked, trying to get Doyle's mind off Spike.

"Red's gone to make sure the hotel the Scooby gang's staying at has enough rooms prepared." Spike said with ease, sitting down opposite of Doyle, completely on aware of the tense look he was being given. They talked for a while, and soon came to the topic of Cordelia's visions. Cordelia was in the middle of telling Spike how painful they had been, when Doyle suddenly got up and left the room. Cordelia was about to call after him when Angel said, "Let me handle it."

Doyle wandered into Cordelia's room with even know that's were he had been headed. "I caused her so much pain," he thought, "And with something that was supposed to be a gift." He wandered past Cordelia's bed and tripped over something. He pulled out from underneath the bed a plastic box, filled with prescription pills and a cat scans of, what appeared to be, Cordelia's brain.

"Doyle?" Angel's voice came from the doorway, "Are you ok?"

Doyle turned around, holding the cat scans; his face was full of concern and confusion. "What is this?" he asked hold out the cat scans to Angel.

Angel took one look at the cat scans and sat down on the bed, "Doyle I don't know if this is the time, or if I'm the one that should tell you…"

"Just tell me what this is. Angel, no lies."

Angel took a deep breath, "The visions weren't meant for humans, they were killing her with each one. But she chose to keep them; she didn't want to give them up. She became half demon just so she'd be able to continue having them with out them killing her. Doyle she kept them because…" Angel had been rushing, a little, what he'd been saying so Doyle wouldn't interrupt.

He did anyway, "I…I killed her."

"Doyle, no. It wasn't your fault…"

"No, Angel, I gave her the visions. I killed her, no matter how you look at it, it's my fault she died." He dropped the cat scans and looked around, anywhere but at Angel. "I have to…have to go out. By myself…just for a bit."

"Doyle I don't think that's a good idea." But Doyle was already out the door.

Everyone jumped when they heard the front door slam. Then they all looked at Angel who appeared in the doorway.

"Cordelia I need to talk to you." Was all he said.

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"Angel you have to let me go."

"Cordelia, he could be anywhere, I'd be able to find him faster."

"I'm the one he needs to talk to! I'm going! I'll just check all the old bars and stuff he said he used to go to, and I'll have my cell phone. Ok?"

Angel sighed, he new he wouldn't win this one, "Ok, I'll take everyone back to the office, call me when you find him ok."

"Done I'll be back before you know it." Cordelia was wrong though, she wouldn't be able to find him that easily, if fact it was the last bar Cordelia tried. There they Irishman was sitting at the bar ordering another drink. Cordelia let out a sigh of relief and walked over to him. "Doyle! I'm so glad I found you!"

"What will it be miss?" the bartender asked.

"O, what? No, no I'm just here to pick up my friend." She turned to Doyle, "Come on now we have to…go." Suddenly Cordelia realized Doyle was drunk, this would be even harder then she thought.

"Cordelia!" Doyle said loudly, "What'd you doing here? I'm just having a drink, want one?"

"No, Doyle I think you've had enough." Cordelia was getting a little worried, Doyle was likely to get into trouble if she couldn't get him out of there.

"Come on 'hic' Delia. This is my first time I've had a drink in 'hic' five years. I got a long way to catch 'hic' up." Doyle looked at Cordelia with a goofy grin. Then suddenly he got a serious look. "Besides 'hic' you don't want me to be with ya…I'm the reason your dead!" he almost shouted the last part.

"Doyle! Shh." She said quietly, then a little louder, "I'm not dead Doyle, the car crash just hurt me a bit. I'm fine."

"Did you just shush me? And what car crash are ya talking 'bout? I'm meant those visions! 'hic' " He said getting more and more loud.

"Boy you are drunk, visions and all." Cordelia said loud enough so that anyone who cared could hear. "Doyle! Shh…stop talking about that stuff." She was whispering now. Then her phone rang, as she answered it Doyle continued with his ranting.

"She shushed me again didn't she? You…you can't shush 'hic' me!"

"Hello?" Cordelia said into her phone.

"Cordy? Did you find him yet?" Wesley's voice came from the other end.

"Yeah, but he's drunk so I'm having a hard time getting him out of here."

"Just come to the office as quickly as you can, Buffy and the others are here."

"O great, he hasn't met any of them, how will I get him to come…wait. Wes is Oz there to?"

"Yes he is, but what…" Wesley began.

"Never mind I have to go." With that Cordelia hung up.

"Hey…hey Princess, do you mind buying me 'hic' another drink? I ran out of me money 'hic hic'." Doyle said with what would be an innocent puppy face, if he didn't have a crazy, drunken grin on his face.

"No, Doyle I'm not buying you another drink, but you know what?" Cordelia said as if she were talking to a child, determined to get a candy bar.

" 'hic' No, what?"

"Oz is in town, you remember Oz right?"

"Oz…Oz," Doyle thought hard for a few minutes before a wide grin spread across his face, "You mean my little Bam-Bam?"

Cordelia almost laughed right there, "Yes Doyle, your little Bam-Bam. Now will you come with me to go see him?"

"On one condition…" Doyle said, a sly, drunken smile on his face.

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"I'm getting worried, if she hasn't been able to get him out of the bar by now…there might have been trouble." Wesley said matter of factually.

"We'll wait a few more minutes and then if they aren't here, or haven't called yet, then we'll go looking for them." Angel said, but the worry showed on his face more than anything. Buffy put a hand on his arm.

"I'm sure they're fine Angel, you don't need to worry." She said, no sooner did the words come out of her mouth then they heard a noise outside the office, like someone singing…very badly.

"Her beautiful eyes were…um… her beautiful eyes." Doyle's singing echoed across the empty lounge. "Delia do you know the rest of the words to the song?"

Cordelia sighed, "No Doyle, I don't. I don't think they made more words to the song, that's from a movie you know."

"Yep, yep I know, but there are more words, I just can't think of them. Her beautiful eyes were…" Doyle trailed off looking around the building; he was holding a beer bottle, half full. He wouldn't leave the bar until Cordelia had bought him another one.

Cordelia had to give him a small tug, to get him to keep moving, before she turned to where Angel, Buffy and the rest of the gang were standing. "Hey everyone!"

After greetings were exchanged Buffy looked at Doyle, "He's a little drunker than I remember him."

"O yeah, I forgot you met him too, he Doyle you Oz is here, and Buffy, you remember them." Cordelia pushed Doyle forward and Buffy and Oz took a step forward from the group to help Doyle pick them out.

"Bam-bam!" Doyle said joyfully, "How's it going Bam-Bam!" Everyone looked questionably at Oz.

"He called me that once when I brought the ring to Angel." He tried to explain, "He was drunk then too." Everyone nodded as Doyle turned to Buffy.

"Buffy!" He said loudly, "How's it going with the vampires and the slaying and what not. You look a little buffer that I remember…haha buff Buffy! Nice place here, little bigger than the old office…" he trailed off and he looked like he was trying to remember something.

"Um…Cordy, maybe you should take him home. We'll try tomorrow to introduce him to everyone." Cordelia nodded and was turning toward Doyle when Angel continued, "And I called Harry, I thought she could help…" he trailed off not knowing how Cordelia would take this.

She just nodded and Doyle spoke up, "This beer right here, this is the best Irish beer in the world, one better."

"Doyle, we're going now, ok?" Cordelia cut in.

"Ok, um where are we going?" Doyle asked taking a drink of the beer.

Cordelia sighed, "Home, Doyle, home."