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"Heard what happened, pet," Spike greeted Dani the next night in the cemetary. "Sorry."

"It's ok," the brunette shrugged. I mean, it coul-AHH!" she gripped her head, falling to her knees.

"What's the matter, pet?" Spike kneeled beside her.

"Dammit," Dani stood up shakily. "I'll be fine, but there's a girl in the next cemetary about to get eaten."

"You got Doyle's vision things, then?"

"I-I guess," Dani nodded carefully. "He was right, it does hurt like hell. Just, go, help the girl."

"You sure you'll be all right by yourself," he asked. When she nodded he left.

"Oh, damn," she held a hand to her head. "Did you hate me that much, Doyle? Leave me with mind-numbing visions while you go off and just...leave me."

"Maybe he thought it was the right thing to do," a voice said from behind a tombstone. She turned to see Angel.

"What are you doing here? And how long have you been here?" she asked, though her voice wasn't as harsh as it normally would have been.

"I've only been here long enough to hear you talking to Doyle," the vampire answered. "I don't blame you for being upset-"

"Well, duh! He was my boyfriend," she nearly spat out. "I mean, it would be really fucked up if I wasn't don't ya think?"

"Calm down," Angel instructed her. "I didn't mean anything."

"I know, but..." Dani confessed. "I'm just...just...I don't know."

"Is there anything I can do?" Angel offered.

"Can you bring Doyle back from the dead?"

"Well, no," the vampire answered honestly.

"Then no," she stated flatly.

"Dani-," Angel stepped towards her.

"I've gotta go," she said quickly, leaving him.

"Hey, Dad," Cori looked up from where she was reading a book on the couch. "Anything happen?"

"Dani's still upset," Angel sat down next to her.

"Of course she is," Cori shrugged. "Doyle was the only guy she was with for more than three days, literally."

"How long were they together?"

"Since, well, about two days after they met," Cori thought about it for a moment.

"So, only a couple of months then."

"Yeah, but she was totally head over heels for him," Cori replied. "It hit her hard."

"I know," Angel nodded his head. "But he left her something to remember him by. I guess he knew before any of us did."

"Well, he did have those vision-things," Cori said thoughtfully.

"Which Dani has now," Spike stepped into the Summers living room. "She got one in the cemetary."

"Damn."

"Where is she?" Angel asked, ignoring the fact that his daughter was now in Spike's lap. Which was getting harder and harder by the second.

"I checked on her," Spike answered, wrapping an arm around Cori's thin waist. "She headed back to her house."

"Oh, Mom called, she wants you to pick her up from the airport," Cori leaned back against bleached blonde vamp. "You know, since she has no car."

"All right," Angel stood up, then looked at his daughter in Spike's arms. "You want to come?"

"Dad," Cori gave him a look.

"Fine, fine," Angel growled. "But if I find out-"

"Shut up, Peaches," Spike told the older vampire dismissively.

"I hate you," Angel stated before leaving.

"So, how far away's the airport?" Spike smirked.

"Oh, about, three hours," Cori grinned. "Four if the traffic's bad."

"Well, what do you want to do, luv?"

"Like you don't already know," she turned around his arms and kissed him. Spike snickered and pulled her into another kiss.

Dani pounded the punching bag, letting loose her frustrations. Finally, she collapsed on the couch. "I hate my life," she muttered.

"Oh, don't say that, Dani," a familair voice told her.

"Doyle?" she shot up into a sitting position.

"No, it's Angel, who do you think it is?" Doyle suddenly appeared on the couch beside her.

"You're not a ghost, are you?"

"The Powers That Be decided that I could have a bit to say good-bye," he explained. "But no, I'm not."

"How much time do you have?" she asked, moving so that her head rested on his shoulder.

"No more than twelve hours," he stroked her hair softly.

"Well, that's enough time for a proper good-bye," she smiled. "Now that I know you're leaving this time."

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