Dead are rising like daisies (Anyone at the house)

[doyle]

To say day had been uneventful was a bold faced lie. He had sat, stark naked, beside the road watching the cars go bolting by. Who wanted to pick up a naked stranger after all? It was clear the powers had made a grave error there, but his questioning of them had lead to a splitting headache and his sodding visions. He supposed the powers used their chosen hard. He only hoped he didn't need to serve as a sacrifice this time. Still hours past and no one would even slow down. If he wasn't mistaken all of them were speeding up. If he stayed any longer a cop would be picking him up and Angel would be bailing him out of prison. If he could even get a hold of Angel. It wasn't like he had his pager number being fresh out of the beyond.

So he had eventually given up and started hiking, feeling more or less exposed. The powers hadn't thought to give him clothing, which was rather, well frustrating. It was hard to feel like a victorious hero back from the dead when you were naked. Also it didn't help he was sober, it was a feeling he hated. His head still pounded from the vision he had had earlier, reminding him why he had been such a heavy drinker. It was a stroke of luck when a truck finally pulled over and a hefty woman, with a big old pit bull, offered him a lift, cackling at his predicament. She gave him a set of oversized clothes, which he accepted about as gracefully as he could, as they were woman’s clothes and he was not a woman. Still it was better then being naked. She babbled at him about how if he was a creep fluffy, whom he assumed was the Pit Bull who spent his time drooling all over his lap, would eat him. Something told him the dog would realize it had bit off more then it could chew about the time the pain made him shift forms. Still that was unimportant. She had asked how he had ended up naked in the woods. He had prattled on about some bet and a joke his friends played on him.

When she dropped him off she left him with her phone number, an act which both disturbed and frightened him. Thankfully she was kind, despite her rather worn appearance, and gave him twenty bucks to get him where he needed to go. He bailed into the streets at the first available convenience. There was someplace he had to go right now. He had been guided after all. Nothing was more important then his guided destiny, except Liquor, and better clothes. These things needed to be rectified first.

He stepped right into the nearest liquor store and spent half the money on a small bottle of whiskey, still shoeless. The next stop still wasn't the destination the powers planned for him. He hit up a thrift store and with his remaining money he bought himself slightly more appropriate clothing. He drank deeply from the whiskey bottle in the dressing room. “God I missed you.” He said in his Irish drawl to the whiskey bottle and his kissed it before stashing it into a large inner pocket in the jacket he had selected. Flip flops were tossed onto his feet, as he didn't have money for anything better, and that completed the look. Even if that look was rather cheap and worn.

Feeling more like his old self he dropped the rest of the money on the clothes, every last cent, and he had needed to plead with the woman to get everything he wanted. She let him get away with it. It helped to be attractive and have an accent, he thought. By this point it was already late afternoon and pressing on towards evening.

Satisfied he could meet Angel without looking, well like he had just fallen out of the sky, he turned and began searching the streets. He asked around about the address he had been given and finally made his way to the slayer house. His feet ached and as he came to the door he took another long draw of whiskey. It was well into the evening and the last rays of sun were just dropping behind him. He doubted Angel maintained his daytime lifestyle if he was living here. No detective agency, no need for daytime wanders after all. Hopefully he would be in. He doubted anyone else would recognize him.

“Alright Doyle what are you going to say? Back from the dead, good to see you, but there is a big old monster coming to kill you? Aren’t you glad I came home?” He groaned at how stupid he sounded already and rang the doorbell grumbling softly about the powers needing to give a guy a good way to introduce himself. He ran his fingers through his hair. What was there left to do but wait. He didn't think Angel lived here all by his lonesome. While the big brooding fella liked his privacy, this house did not scream one man domicile.

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Angel rolled to the side, just barely avoiding Faith’s fist. She was going hard tonight and he wasn’t sure why. Clearly there was something on her mind bothering him but he couldn’t tell just what it was. Knowing she wasn’t really the kind to want to talk about things he hadn’t asked, hadn’t wanted to invade her personal space. As she stepped into where he had just been standing and had missed him, he jutted out his leg and tripped her up on her feet. While she stumbled and fell, she landed in a push up position and stuck her right leg straight back and up into his midsection. With a grumble he stumbled back slightly and got back into position as she stood back up. At the moment they were in the basement of the Boarding House training.

Having been going through a rough time lately he welcomed the thought of training with the slayer. Not only did it give him something to do but it was nice to get some aggression out. Faith and Buffy were really the ones that he could train with and not damage and since Buffy wasn’t talking to him still, he had gone to Faith. She was now one of the only people he was talking to in the entire house. Sure he would mumble things to Willow occasionally but he wouldn’t go out of his way to have a full conversation with her. While he should be grateful to her, and he is for her returning his soul, it simply felt awkward to be around her considering the fact that she was best friends with Buffy. Certainly she had told the redhead of his tryst with Cordelia and she probably hated him too. Just wonderful.

As the brunette got back on her feet he went at her with two jabs towards her ribs. The first one hit while the second just barely missed as she side stepped out of it with a grunt. As she sidestepped her own right fist shot out and hit him in the left shoulder blade, sending a stinging feeling through his shoulder blade and back. Just as he was about to roundhouse kick the slayer the door bell rang and they both immediately stopped. A furrowed look approached her features as they both wondered just who it could be. Anyone who lived in the house would have simply come inside and wouldn’t have rang the damned doorbell. It had to be a potential, whom else could it possibly be? With a sigh the brunette slayer wiped a bit of sweat off her brow and mumbled something about being interrupted. Currently he wasn’t listening to whatever she was saying. Something inside of him was telling him to go answer the door. As the slayer went to pass him by and go upstairs, he shot out a hand to her midsection to stop her. ”I’ll get it”

he said oddly, confused as to why he so badly felt the need to answer it himself.

If it was only a potential why did he want to answer it so bad? Something inside of him was screaming out so loudly that he couldn’t even tell if it was good or bad. Slowly climbing the stairs he noticed that it was beginning to sprinkle a bit. Though he couldn’t hear it, he could smell it, and as he got upstairs he seen the small droplets hit the windows. They were only tiny little droplets, barely even sprinkling and not even making a noise. Angel had always liked the rain for some reason though he hadn’t ever known the reason as to why he fancied it so much.

Walking through the corridor into the foyer, he cautiously moved in front of the door. Slowly twisting the knob he pulled it open after undoing the lock. Once it was open he saw something that clearly shocked him and it showed, eyes widening at the mere sight of what he saw. Doyle. Doyle was here and he could smell that he was a demon and not just a ghost. Words wouldn’t even come to his lips as he stared in awe at the man before him. ”Doyle? But --- how?...”

[/color] he asked, mustering up the ability to speak again. He stood there frozen, his body not responding to his brain. Silently he wondered if this was some trick his mind was playing on him by seeing what he had wanted to see for so many years. Doyle had been a best friend of his, someone very near and dear. [/blockquote][/color]
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Tag: Allan Francis Doyle
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[doyle]

Doyle waited until the door opened. There stood Angel himself. Which was lucky since he didn't know if anyone inside would like a half demon poking around for an ensouled vampire. They might not track the company Angel kept, but he felt it would arouse suspicion. Not that he looked half-demon, but anyways he was walking up to a mansion, which he had to guess was full of people, expecting Angel. Thankfully he was lucky, and the man himself had opened the door.

He expected an excited greeting, he didn't know why, Angel had always been the taciturn sort. He brooded about as well as any man he had ever met, “A guy rises from the grave and all I get is a how? What does it take to get your feathers all ruffled. Well except slayers mind you. Not very friendly of ya' Angel. I might think you wanted me back in the ground. Mind you I thought I would be staying there what with the noble sacrifice and all.” He skewed up his face thoughtfully, “Seems the powers didn't feel I died heroically enough. Dropped me back here with these bloody headaches and a brain full of pictures. Not to mention the very large lack of clothing if I might add.” His irish lilt danced off his words brightly, his vowels were rounder then the American ones, but the rest of his speech was brighter. He shook his head as if the whole thing seemed rather poorly planned in his opinion. Then again he wasn't here for a social call, well he was and he wasn't.

He rocked on his heels as if uncertain what to do next. With a quick glance around he stepped inside and past his brooding friend not waiting for an invitation. He wasn't a vampire after all, so he didn't have to wait. Staring around he gave a whistle his eyes widening in wonder. It had looked big on the outside, but this place was simply massive, and clearly high class.

“Wow mighty nice place you're holing up in now. Get sick of that roach infested building did we? Can't blame you. It was a wee bit cave like.” He didn't want to start the conversation with what his vision had been about, Angel would ask soon enough. For now he had a life to get back to. The first step was getting reacquainted with his favorite 'hero for good'. He turned to stare at Angel again his eyes flicking over him curiously. The man looked tense, even for Angel. He was one of the few people who was good at recognizing past Angel's basic moods.

“Well you haven’t aged a day as to be expected.” He joked, “I think the powers might have knocked a year or two off me what do you think.” he grasped his chin and turned his head this way and that as he tried to diffuse the tension of his sudden reappearance. He looked about the same in all honesty, even if he felt younger. “But I could be wrong. What is the matter with you. You're looking more brooding then usual.”

For Angel it had been years. For Doyle it felt like nothing more then a day had past. Everything had just been peaceful, calm. There were no angels, or heavenly choirs or any of that nonsense, not that he could remember. Every moment he was away the memory was dimming, like a dream lost to morning. He guessed he didn't get to keep it, which made sense. It had been too boring for him anyways. There was no adventure in the world beyond that he had seen. Just peace and quiet. Which had been nice he supposed, but it felt good to be back.

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Seeing the disappointed look on his friend’s face he realized that he was right, he hadn’t exactly given him the nicest greeting. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited it was just that he was so shocked he didn’t quite know what to do. Not only that but it seemed that his body wasn’t quite working with his brain tonight anyways, seemingly annoying all urges to move at all. Although he wanted to reach out and just hug his friend, if only simply to know he was really there, he didn’t. It was very out of character for him and on top of that….again, no working muscles here it appeared. Despite what he wanted to do, what he was actually doing was a whole other story. And what was he doing? He was sitting there, staring at Doyle like an idiot. Great impression, Angel!

Not finding it in himself to grin or smirk, he actually seemed to feel bad about how he had greeted his friend when Doyle scolded him about it. ”S --- sorry. I just….I’m surprised. I mean do you even know why you’re back?”

Again with the questions. He was just making himself not only look like he didn’t care, but also like he was a giant asshole. Just wonderful. Insert foot into mouth now. ”I wouldn’t. Want you in the ground, that is”

[/color] he added for clarification. Clearly he would never wish death on his friend, not now or back then. However back then it had been out of his hands. Doyle was a grown man and he had made his decision, no matter how against it Angel had been. He had saved them all that night and it was no secret that he’d been a true hero. Angel had always known that Doyle was pure at heart, Doyle had been the only one to ever doubt it.

”The powers that be brought you back? What kind of visions did they send you with?”[/color] Good lord, he could just not stop himself from the freaking questions tonight! Honestly he was very excited at heart to see his friends but the investigator in him had questions that needed answering. Whether they were answered by Doyle or by investigation on his own part, he’d figure them out sooner or later. He never let anyone or anything best him. Moving his shoulder and turning to the side to allow Doyle to enter, he watched as the half breed began to look around the house. Even Angel had to admit that it was pretty immaculate, though sometimes he felt it was a bit overrated. It was pretty and expensive, so what? He had always had more modest taste’s he’d supposed. Although…he had once lived in a mansion by himself, but that wasn’t the point right now.

Looking around the house as well, he shrugged. ”It’s big, yeah, not really my style. Not my house either actually. It’s Buffy’s…”[/color] he said shortly, voice trailing off as he said his name. He remembered how much Doyle understood their relationship, how he’d seen right through how much Angel tried to deny about their relationship. Obviously he wasn’t living here with her by himself, that was for sure. It was just the fact that he was living here with her at all that Doyle would surely comment on.

Finally loosening up and even chuckling for a second, he felt himself grow a bit more at ease. There was nothing to worry about, his best friend was back in his life probably to help him, right? ”Maybe even pushing three”[/color] he joked about the other man’s face. In all actuality neither of them had actually legitimately aged…but still. ”Nothing, same amount of brooding as ever…”[/color] he joked, though clearly this wasn’t the truth. Doyle had only just gotten back, he didn’t want to ruin this reunion with telling him about the whole Buffy betrayal and losing his soul thing. That was definitely not a conversation he looked forward to ever having, certainly not right when his friend had just come back from the dead.[/blockquote][/color]
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[doyle]

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Doyle snorted at Angel's eagerness to hear the latest scoop from the powers that be. It was as if everything had been supremely boring in his absense. Sure they were friends, but saving the world did come first and he could understand. He didn't want to talk about it yet though. Instead he skillfully avoided the subject, inspecting the particularly light curtains. He figured that Angel must have gotten more of that window film, like they had at the investigation agency, to keep the light off. Little did he know the man had a ring to allow wandering in the sunlight. He had enjoyed the one sunset they had shared together. He had thought Angel should have kept the ring, god knows he deserved the little bit of happiness it brought him. Yet Angel, ever the level headed thinker, had done the right thing and destroyed it.

“Well I do 'ave a clue.” He said offhandedly. “You know 'ow these visions are. All vague and nonsense.” He felt his skin prickle at the seething darkness he had seen. He didn't want to send Angel into a panic after all. Such news usually sent people into research mode, and he had just gotten back. He wanted to drink and enjoy himself, not go hunting for the big bad yet. There would be plenty of time after all. What he had not felt was that the darkness was in any great rush, whatever that meant. Hell he didn't know if he was making things up at this point to avoid confronting it.

His eyes swung around as Angel mentioned Buffy. His face contorted a few times, and once or twice he opened his mouth and then closed it again thinking the better of whatever was about to come out. It gave him the momentary look of a fish out of water. Quickly he composed himself. “Well then! Buffy you say? Did ya sort out your whole...” he clapped his hands together a few times trying to indicate the past issue. He caught Angel's brooding look and quickly shut himself up, realizing he was overstepping as usual. That was not a good place to poke his nose. “Well that has ta be interestin' right?” He didn't know how to feel about that. Angel had told him if they ever got the nasty on Angel would lose his soul. He wondered how it was sitting on his friend. It wasn't exactly like it was easy to avoid those feelings. He had seen how Angel had been after that one time he had met the girl.

It had been a wonder Angel confided that day in him at all. After all Angel had experienced everything he had ever wanted, one whole day no one could remember. It was hard for Doyle to believe, but now he had been beyond and faced the judgment of the powers, well he could understand better. It was hard, a burden of the highest kind on the ensouled vampire. Still it was better then never getting that chance, never experiencing any of it, wasn't it? Still that was a conversation he wouldn't be starting. It was hard enough to pull Angel out of his existential funks.

He let it go and laughed as Angel bantered playfully back. That was more what he was hoping for on his return. He shook his head, “Alright I won't push you, but I know you better then most a' the people about. I won't let you get away with broodin' in the dark. One of these days you will come to the bar with me and we will have a good night out. Never got around to it the first time. I am determined now, what with the second chance an' all.”

He was about to say something further when his stomach gave a horrible gurgle. He grasped it with both hands and looked apologetically up to Angel, “I know this might be a bit pretentious of me, but got anything I could eat? I feel like I 'aven't eaten in years.” He smiled sheepishly at Angel, “I can tell you about my vision over a bit of dinner how's that sound.” Hopefully that would satisfy Angel's own curiosity. The man wasn't about to let it go after all. Doyle knew his vision was important and if he didn't get around to it soon, the powers would send him another, which was something he was not looking forward to.

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Although he was glad to have his best friend back, he did find it weird that he’d come back at this time. It seemed that a lot of people had been ‘coming back’ lately…some people he wished hadn’t, some people he was glad had. Doyle was one of the people he was glad to have back definitely, he just wanted to know what the Powers purpose for him was. It did bother him that they’d plopped him back down on Earth with visions, as if he hadn’t suffered enough before from them. In his first life, the visions had hindered Doyle’s ability to be happy. Truth be told, they would probably hinder him again. It forced him to constantly feel like he was walking around with an unbearable migraine. Not to mention this but he would also be busy trying to fix the events in his visions, as he had been before. He couldn’t help but feel bad that they’d made him a seer again.

”Yes, I remember…they barely give you one piece of a puzzle and expect you to solve it.”

He said thoughtfully, speaking of how little the Powers really gave in their visions. However as he looked over to his friend he knew immediately that he was holding something back. He didn’t know just what, but he was definitely not telling him something. ”So, you don’t have any idea?”

[/color] he asked suspiciously, desperately wanting to know what he was holding back. They had been very close back then, could he not trust him? Did he feel like Angel shouldn’t be trusted? Perhaps he had seen Angel lose his soul just recently and felt he couldn’t be trusted. Whatever he was hiding, it was going to bother Angel until he knew.

Immediately hearing Buffy’s name the demon was on him. He knew he shouldn’t have told him but it was the truth! Seeing the man clapping his hands together Angel’s brow immediately furrowed at him in a look that said he didn’t approve. ”No, we haven’t…eh --- worked anything out with that.”[/color] Well that was awkward. Doyle had always been good at mentioning things most people wouldn’t ask or say, for fear of making things awkward. The demon didn’t care if he made things awkward though, so it worked out well for him. ”We’re not together…but interesting nonetheless”[/color] he stated simply. Buffy’s and his relationship wasn’t exactly something he cared to share about.

Angel nodded. ”Sounds like a plan”[/color] he said simply, a night out sounded good. Not necessarily to drink, though he would have a few, but to get away from the house. Not to mention to catch up with his long lost best friend of course which was the main reason he found this such a good idea. Hearing the man’s stomach growl he shook his head furiously, ”it’s not pretentious, I’d imagine you’d be hungry. Haven’t eaten in years, literally…”[/color] he told him, motioning to the kitchen.

Once inside he went over to the fridge and opened up the door where Doyle could see. ”Help yourself to whatever. There’s some leftover Lasagna in here and some pizza, and Italian bread over in the bread box”[/color] he said pointing to it, assuming he’d want some with his Lasagna. Angel obviously didn’t eat but he’d keep his friend company while he did. Watching the man grab some food out of the fridge, he fetched him a plate and a bowl, not sure which he’d use, and some utentils and sat them on the counter beside the fridge.
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Doyle rubbed the back of his neck again looking uneasy. He had an idea of what the vision meant. Something big and bad was coming or here already. Honestly as anxious as Angel was he was surprised the man hadn't reached out and pushed him just to make sure he really was there. After all he didn't think people came back all that often. Not ones the powers had put into the ground anyways. They let you rest in peace, or so he had been lead to believe. He wasn't going to have migraines anymore, he just got to rest. Instead they threw him back down. Not that he minded. He rather liked earth, pounding headaches excluded.

Angels touch on the Buffy statement made him nod. “A shame. If thah' wasn' a factor you two would be.” he stopped. “Sorry shouldn't brood on what can't be should I?” He knew Angel was sensitive on the subject and he didn't want to get himself kicked out. He didn't have a place to stay after all. Well really he was hoping Angel would offer him a room. “You two got a knack for making the other crazy though.” He shrugged trying his best to dissemble and move on.

He stalked into the kitchen after Angel his stomach giving another groan of protest against it's empty state. He cocked his head as he peered at the offered leftovers. “Years was it? 'Ow long 'ave I been gone? I mean was it a jaunt or a spell? Or perhaps a stint?” he rambled as he stacked the pizza atop the lasagna and stalked to the microwave. He did them in shifts, making the lasagna first, then the pizza. His stomach wanted more, but this would have to do for now.

He found himself a glass and filled it with water. He meant to just take a sip, but there was that moment of utter refreshment, where the body decides you have given it exactly what it wants. He downed the entire glass before he even turned around. He refilled it and returned to the table with his monstrous meal and a look of pleasure. This was the life. He snagged his whiskey bottle out of his coat and set it next to his water knowing Angel knew his drinking habits.

“Now I know how curious you are. So here is what I got.” He stuffed his face and between bites wove out what he had seen. “I just 'it the ground, and they sent me a vision. How cruel is tha'. Don't even let me get my barrin's.” He didn't mention he had heckled the powers, as that was stupid to begin with.

“Well there was this swirlin' blackness. Something big, dark, and seething. Like a cloud. There was this feeling, it was short, but ih' made me want to crawl back inta the abyss and 'ide. It looked at me, like ih' could feel me watchin' ih', even though I am nevah' really there and it didn' 'ave eyes.” He didn't look up at Angel. He had never had anything look at him in the visions before, and the thing was just a black mass, but it felt him, and he knew it had seen him whatever it was. The thought made goosebumps flick across his skin. He stuffed almost an entire slice of pizza into his face before he spoke again.

“I think the powers are afraid Angel. Why else would they a' sent me back?” He looked seriously at his long time friend, “No address, no place, just a warning. Then it showed me the 'ouse, and you. So 'ere I am.” He unscrewed the cap of his whiskey bottle and took a long draw to settle his nerves, to block out that blackness, to hide from its eyeless gaze. There was no one to save, no one to help yet. Just this presence, this fear that coursed through his veins.

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His friend was definitely uneasy and Angel could clearly tell. However it almost seemed as if there was something Doyle wasn’t telling him. Considering that he’d been brought back by the Powers, keeping secrets didn’t seem like a good thing. After all what had they brought him back for? Perhaps to use for their advantage? But what was their advantage? He was beginning to give himself quite the headache with all the questions. Vaguely he still wondered what the big picture of bringing Doyle back was, but decided not to dwell on it. His best friend was back in his life and that was all that mattered right? Or so he wanted to think at least, being that he’d missed the Irish man immensely. It seemed that the Powers had been pretty generous with the life giving lately and that made him kind of nervous. If they were bringing all of these good guys back, that meant they needed them. Clearly something was coming and he really hoped Doyle was actually telling him everything that he knew…

As the demon stopped abruptly, he found himself a bit relieved. Talking about what him and Buffy could possibly be wasn’t something he enjoyed dwelling on. Knowing what they could be and yet knowing they’d never be that way was depressing. It just made him want to brood even harder than normal. ”I try not to”

he responded, stating that he tried not to brood on what should be or could be. If you lived you’re entire life like that you ended up feeling depressed and broody half of the time. Angel had spent the better part of his life brooding and while it was still a large part of his life today, he’d at least cut back on the brooding a tiny bit. With a small chuckle he simply nodded as he laughed to the fact that they drove each other insane. This was definitely true and it’d always been that way, even if that wasn’t something most people would admit. It was bound to be like that though considering how passionate they both were. And stubborn…more likely stubborn since they tended to butt heads an awful lot.

Taking a moment to think, he took a seat down at the kitchen table while Doyle made his dinner. ”You’ve been gone for…six years, give or take a little bit.”

[/color] Wow, had it really been that long? Sometimes when he’d think of Doyle it seemed like he’d only lost his friend the other day. Missing him so much, a part of him had been missing while he’d been gone. Part of him would always remain missing too while Cordelia was gone as well. Oh god…did he know about Cordelia? Should he tell him, or wait for him to ask? Angel hated making these decisions, yet he was always forced to make the tough ones.

His eyes watched as Doyle downed a glass of water. Having been gone for so long it was probably extremely nice to just have a glass of water. As the man sat next to him, the scent of his food filled Angel’s nostrils. While he didn’t eat normal food, he debated heating up a mug of blood. As the man began to speak, Angel’s eyes raised so that he could listen to him better. He noticed the bottle of whiskey and couldn’t help but smirk. Dead for six years and yet right back to his old habits. Listening to his muffled words through all of the monstrous eating he was surprised he could understand him between that and the Irish accent. He’d missed that accent. Angel used to have an Irish accent when he was human but after years away from home, it had dissipated.

Pondering what the man had told him, he couldn’t help but be a bit clueless. After all it wasn’t much to go on. Then again it seemed that was all the powers ever gave them; nothing. ”Well, it definitely doesn’t sound good…We’ll have to do some research, hit the streets, see what we can find out”[/color] he said, going back to old times when he’d formulated plans for the group. ”You should stay here while we’re looking into it. There are a few empty rooms upstairs, though Kathy and I stay downstairs because there aren’t any windows. If you don’t want to be upstairs, you can always take one of our rooms and we’ll sleep elsewhere. It’s up to you, but I think you should definitely stay with us at least until we’ve gotten this all figured out.”[/color][/blockquote][/color]
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Doyle let the Buffy subject drop. Sure there were a lot more questions, but they could wait. After all he wasn't on a short time span, well unless he died again. He intended to avoid the whole dieing thing if he could. That was less then pleasant the first time. He doubted it would get better if he tried it again. He didn't know how Angel got impaled so often and walked away like nothing had ever happened. Sure Doyle had some exciting powers thanks to his demonic blood, but that didn't mean he was going to be flaunting that. No sir that would break his own personal vendetta against himself and he couldn't have that.

Doyle whistled softly, “Six whole years. Feels like yesterday to me. Well sorry to keep ya waitin' so long. I mean I didn' exactly have a say in it you know.” He tapped his nose. “I would 'ave been back in a moment if I coulda', but them powers are a rather stingy lot with the life thing.” He looked at Angel realizing that the time apart must have been worse for the brooding vampire then it had been for him. Knowing Angel he hadn't let anyone in on his suffering. That was always the big lout's problem. If Doyle wasn't so good at reading Angel's moods he might never have gotten through to the vampire.

He drew on the whiskey again, nursing the bottle gently. The whiskey was better the the water in his opinion. The hot liquid burned its way down to his belly and made him forget the pain in his head that still echoed like a distant drum. The water was better for his body, the liquor was better for his soul. He set the bottle down and licked his lips, removing the last drops off of them. He watched Angel brood over the news of some dark evil. So it was less clue then usual, maybe the powers didn't even know what it was. “I think it was just an 'int to get us started. They are stingy about a lot of stuff those powers.” He said with a sniff. He finished the last bite of Lasagna and took his plates to the sink. He knew Angel would tell him not worry or some such, but it didn't matter.

Doyle was alive and he was reveling in every human action. He washed the plates carefully, feeling the sponge in his hand. It was just really striking him. He was alive. He got a second chance, something very few could boast. It wasn't like someone just ran around passing out random resurrections. He put the plates away once he had finished, finding some catharsis in the mundane chore.

“Well leg work is something I used ta be good at I can give it a go again if ya like?” He didn't know if Angel really needed him. Having the slayer here meant her team was too and he didn't know if he had a place in this new order. The offer of a room relaxed him. Good he had a place to stay.

“Good otherwise I was going to have to think about the life of a night walker. Or maybe a male stripper. Kinda hard to get a job without any Id or records.” he rubbed his neck looking a little uncomfortable. As far as the world was concerned he was dead and gone. You couldn't exactly go to the dmv and tell them there had been a mistake and while you have no forms of id you would like it greatly if they could ignore that your file said you were dead.

“Also Kathy?” his brows shot up his forehead and wrinkled it in minor surprise. “Is she your flame or somethin' Angel? I mean right under Buffy's nose? Another vampire too? Does she 'ave a soul?” He paused frowning at his own confusion. He didn't quite know what to think. He had never seen Angel act friendly to another vampire. Not once in his entire time knowing the guy. So it struck him as very strange and almost unnerving to mention another person who needed a lack of sunshine. “I gotta say it seems a little risky doesn' it?”

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Chiming noises came from the half-demon as he whistled aloud. Silently he hoped it didn't alert anyone in the house. Not because he didn't want any of them to meet Doyle because that wasn't it at all. Neither Buffy nor Willow were home and any of the girls would probably freak out. Hey, this is Doyle. He just came back from the dead. Yeah, that would go over great with potentials and new slayers. He wasn't even sure it'd go over well with Buffy for that matter. After all someone coming back from the dead wasn't something that happened everyday and it usually meant they were here for a reason. Since neither of them knew the reason yet other than something was coming...well, that just wouldn't be good. He'd happily introduce his friend anyways, glad to have him back to even introduce. Still it would definitely cause a commotion in the house. Oh well. They'd all get over it. It wasn't like people hadn't come back before, even Buffy and Angel both had.

"When I was gone...I was gone for what seemed like an eternity to me when in reality, it had only been a couple of months."

While it seemed random to bring this up, it had him wondering. When Angel had died at the hands of Buffy he had gone to hell. His soul had been damned to an eternity of torture, something that stuck with him even to this day. This made him wonder...Doyle's soul couldn't have been damned, could it? He had been a vessel and had given his life to save others. That had to have been worth something, didn't it? "Doyle...where did you --- you know, go?"

[/color] he managed to say, though he wasn't sure if this was too personal or not. He wasn't sure on the etiquette when someone was resurrected.

Angel simply nodded for a moment taking some time to think about this. Why now? Why had they just brought him back now? Because something was brewing, clearly, as Doyle had already told him that. This just made him wonder even more just what it was that was coming for them. He folded his hands together and propped his elbows up on the table. "Well, I think they brought me back...I think at least, I guess I'll never know for sure."[/color] It didn't seem too stingy when they kept bringing people back like this. In a way he felt like somehow with Spike coming back, it was related back to the Powers. He had been brought back by them, or so he liked to think. People were getting second chances left and right it seemed.

Although he felt like telling Doyle to leave the dishes, he knew he wouldn't. Instead he simply left him be as he sat at the table alone. "They are. It's frustrating"[/color] he sneered. Personally he'd never been a big fan of the Powers That be. They never gave them anything helpful to work with. "It's not much of a hint, we're going to have to dig pretty hard"[/color] he said, slightly thinking aloud. Seemingly drifting into his own thoughts, about a million things seemed to hit his brain at once. While he was excited about Doyle being here, it seemed that the only current look on his face was troubled confusion.

Being brought out of his thoughts by the sound of Doyle's voice, he abruptly looked up to the demon. "We can hit the streets tomorrow, you and I. Maybe start during the daytime with a few magic shops, work through the night."[/color] It felt good to be getting back into old habits. Forgetting that Doyle didn't know he had a daylight ring, he seemed to be thinking too much elsewhere to explain it.

Nodding again as the demon explained that he was thankful to have a room, he perked up as he heard Katheryn being spoken about. Was she his flame? Good lord. Clearly he hadn't explained that well either. Standing up and moving closer to Doyle, he shook his head quickly. "No, she's my sister. I thought she was dead...well she was, I killed her actually"[/color] he said, remembering it bringing a look of despair into his brown eyes. "But Darla had actually sired her. I found out a few months ago"[/color] he told him softly, wanting the man to understand. Sooner or later he would meet his sister, he just hoped they got along.[/blockquote][/color]
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Doyle looked at his friend a moment. He had to think about this answer it wasn't exactly easy. Everything was fading and dream like. As if he was never there. Perhaps that was the Power's last gift to him. Making him forget. He let that nagging thought go, “Well I really don't know myself.” He said with a shrug. “But it was... pleasant and warm. Like bein' cradled in the bosom of a beau'iful woman.” he shrugged. “If that is 'eaven so be it. It felt like no time at all passed and yet it felt like all the time in the universe went by. It didn' matter.” He paused and shook his head. “I don't know it's all going out my ears like soup. I don' think I get to remember it; where ever it was.” He smiled and took another swig of whiskey.

“So if what your asking is did I go to hell? I don't think so.” He had died heroically. In a blaze of glory and even though he was half demon the powers did not take such sacrifice lightly. He hadn't been ready to die, but he had done it to save others. To save Angel who stood before him now, which proved his sacrifice wasn't in vain. Angel had not been so lucky as far as Doyle had been able to pry out of his taciturn friend, the vampire had been to hell. He hoped Angel would eventually, not any time soon hopefully, be laid to rest in the warm place Doyle had gone. Powers knew the man deserved it. Sure he had darkness in him, but that did not outshine the light.

“Well digging is something we are good at now isn't it. Figuring out these visions has always been tricky. Speaking of which...” He stared fixedly at Angel now. He was getting to something he had been curious about since he had gotten here. There was one woman on his mind since he had returned. “What about Cordelia? It can't be good or you would 'ave said somethin' already. I know you well enough to know that. Did she get my visions? How is she?” He looked worried. Something told him he needed to be. The girl should have appeared, or Angel should have called her down, but he hadn't. Hell the man hadn't even said her name. Which meant trouble, or she had stopped talking to the vampire. Though Doyle doubted that.

His thoughts changed directly at his mention of daylight. He stared at the vampire, his own jaw gaping like a fish on the hook. “Wait daylight? Well Angel have we forgotten the consequences of such a midday stint? Or did you not actually destroy that ring? Amahora was it?” He furrowed his brow trying to remember. It had been a long time ago, even if it didn't feel it. He frowned and looked to Angel's hands trying to see if he could glimpse the gem. “I mean if not I'm not alright with you committing suicide right after I get out of the grave.”

He peered at Angel dumbfounded now as the man explained his sister was a vampire. He blinked a few times, trying to wipe the baffled expression off his face. Angel's life really had gotten more complicated since he had left the picture. It sounded like things never got any easier. “Well that was... thoughtful of her...” He said awkwardly. “Does she have a soul though Angel? I can't imagine you keepin' 'er 'ere if she didn'”

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His eyes were trained on the half demon’s as he told him where he’d went in the afterlife. It might have been kind of rude to ask such a thing but he seriously doubted that Doyle really minded. On top of that, he was just honestly curious about it. It seemed people coming back wasn’t all that strange after having happened so many times before. As long as they kept bringing back good people, that was a good thing right? Or was that a really, really bad thing? Perhaps they knew something awful was coming and because of that they were stocking up on players for the good team. God, he really hoped that it wasn’t the latter out of the two options. And when Doyle explained, it truly did seem like heaven to him. ”Trust me, you’d know if you went…to the other place”

Angel said truthfully, looking away as he’d said it. Since he’d previously been a resident of hell he knew this to be fact. He clearly didn’t go to hell, which was a damned good thing. He was Doyle after all so it did make sense, he’d died a hero for gods sake’s.

Looking back to him he nodded. ”I think it’s odd that you don’t remember…why would you not remember while Buffy does?”

[/color] Still adjusting to Doyle being back and alive, he hadn’t realized until after he’d said it that Doyle didn’t even know she had died. Quickly interjecting before Doyle could pipe in, Angel continued in order to explain. ”She died. About…two years ago. She sacrificed herself in order to save the world from a hell god. But anyways, she remembers her time there…I just think it’s odd, is all”[/color] he explained, shrugging his shoulders at all. They probably hadn’t been meant to understand. After all it wasn’t a simple thing to understand in the slightest.

”I didn’t mean it in a bad way --- just, you know, being a demon and everything. I wasn’t sure if it mattered how good you were or not”[/color] Angel said, trying to defend himself. He didn’t want Doyle thinking that he’d assumed he’d gone to hell. Honestly it was just another one of those things they weren’t meant to understand. No amount of talking would probably do anything about it either, Angel was just too curious not to ask questions. Plus what had they else to talk about? Probably a lot actually…Nonetheless, he was just dumbfounded that his friend was even here, he knew he should probably relax with all of the questions.

As the half-demon's eyes narrowed in on his, he focused his attention on the man completely. Clearly he'd wanted the attention anyways so why would he not give it to him? It had to be something important. Cordelia...something he'd been dreading talking about. Angel looked away immediately, hating to have to be the bearer of bad news. For a moment he simply sat, thinking of how to say this. He cleared his throat. "Doyle...she's gone..."[/color] he said simply, for lack of better words. "And yes, she had your visions..."[/color] he said, feeling a wave of sadness come over him. He'd been close to Cordy, they both had.

At the mention of daylight he lifted up his hand to show the man his ring. "I destroyed the gem. It's a daylight ring. A witch has to put a spell on it for it to work, but it works."[/color] It didn't need to be said that Angelus had actually been the one to find it. Nope. Didn't need to go there. He nodded. "She does. She was so young and pure when she was turned, the demon didn't get to take it from her. Speaking of Katheryn, I should go check on her. If you want to come with, I'll show you your room."[/color] With this, the two men headed downstairs in search of Katheryn. Oh what a joy it would be to see these two meet. He only hoped they would get along. [/blockquote][/color]- - - - - - - - - - - -
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