Transitions Part One
Author: Matty Dreamer
Rating :G
Spoilers: Conviction, Home
Pairings:None yet
Disclaimer: Angel and Co. are not mine. Not yet anyway. Joss says I can
have them whan he's done, but I want them now! Brenna is my own,
exclusive creationand can be used in other stories only with my exclusive permission.E-mail me at LadyShadera@hotmail.com. I have recieved no money for the writing of this story, though that would be nice.
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"Uh, Boss? There are some people here to see you.", said Harmony, with a
smile, as she poked her blond head into Angel's office. Angel looked up
in surprise.
" What? I don't remember having an appointment... I don't, do I?"
"No, Boss. Not one that I know about. Should I send them away?" Angel
sighed, dropping his head into his hands for a moment.
"Send them in, Harmony."
A familiar face came into the office, a face Angel thought he would
never see again.
"Doyle?", he said in shock, standing up and coming around his desk in
one fluid motion. His old friend gave him a self-deprecating smile and
ran a hand through his black hair, as his soft green eyes wandered about
Angel's new office.
" Some pretty nice digs you got 'ere, Angel.", he commented, Irish
lilt still weaving its way about his words. Just like before, thought
Angel.
"Is it really you?", he asked quietly, trying to keep the emotion out
of his voice. Doyle looked up, capturing his brown gaze with a green one
of his own.
"Yeah.", he replied just as quietly. There was a moment's hesitation,
and then the two moved at once catching each other in a fierce hug. They
stayed like that for a long time. It was Doyle who pulled away first.
Stepping away, he looked up at his friend.
" I can't stay, you know."
"What? Why not?"
" The Powers sent me. I'm just a messenger boyo." His face grew
serious. " The Powers 'ave really messed things up this time Angel."
He still didn't understand why Doyle couldn't stay. He'd missed his
friend a lot, but he knew it was time to get down to business.
" What's happened, Doyle?"
" The Powers have sent you a new visioner. I left her out in the hall
with your assistant." He paused, almost as if he were thinking. Angel
frowned. Why would The Powers send a messenger just tell me that? What
else it going on?
" They brought her from another dimension. I don't know why. I don't
know how, but she knows things about me. Little things, but how could she
know them, ya know? Anyways, They brought her but I guess she didn't want
to play. One of the Powers got a little ticked and now, she has no memory
of whatever her life was before they summoned her. "
"What!" Angel snapped. Doyle winced.
" I guess they thought you'd take it better if it came from a friend."
He shrugged. Angel headed toward his office door. "Angel- she can't
know. They said she'll remember on her own or not at all. All she knows
is that she's here to do the will of The Powers That Be and help you
fight the forces of evil." Angel nodded, walking out into the hall. On a
small couch across from Harmony's desk was a young woman in a long white
robe. Her long red hair spilled about her folded arms, as she rested her
head in them. As he neared her, she opened her forest green eyes and
stood up.
"This is-" Doyle began.
"Angel.", the girl finshed for him, looking up at him in confusion.
Angel tried to smile comfortingly.
"That's right." He said. " I'm Angel. And your name is?"The girl
frowned, as though she could not remember something. Then, she looked up
at Doyle.
"Doyle?", she asked." What's my name?" Doyle blinked in surprise,
obviously caught off guard.
" I...well...uh...hmm...Brenna. Brenna's a nice name don't you think?"
She nodded slowly.
"Brenna.", she said, as if testing the name. She looked up at Angel."
I guess I'm Brenna."
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The members of Angel Investigations filed into the conference room.
With Angel at the end of the table sat a young woman and a gentleman. The
man was leaned in close to the girl, speaking to her in low tones. Not
that she was listening. Her dark green eyes seemed rivetted on them.
They all passed wary glances to each other, but no one seemed to know
anymore than the others. As they took their seats, Angel stood up.
" Everyone, this is Brenna. Brenna, this is- " She cut him off, rising
from her chair.
" I know them.", Brenna said. She walked along the back of the chairs,
naming each person as she passed them. "Charles Gunn. Lorne. Winifred
Burkle. Wesley Wyndam Price." As she reached Wesley, her hand darted out,
locking around his wrist. Everybody tensed. Brenna didn't seem to notice.
She traced a long scar on his hand; her eyes were tranfixed by it.
Wesley's blue eyes watched her face carefully.
"Faith did this to you.", she said softly. She released his hand,
looking away. Brenna drifted out the door, deep in thought. "But who's
Faith?", she muttered to herself. Angel glanced at the man sitting by
him.
"Should I call her back?"
" No, just leave her be.", the man replied, an Irish lilt coloring his
speech. Angel shrugged and looked up at the rest of room.
" And this is Doyle."
" I thought he was dead.", Wesley commented.
"He was."
"I am."
Angel and Doyle spoke at the same time.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, chicky-poos maybe you ought to just start from the
top and explain it from there.", Lorne suggested. And so they did.
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They all sat back in their chairs; each dealing with the unsaid
message The Powers had sent them. Cordelia wasn't waking up.
" These visions were killing Cordelia, before she got all demonized.
What makes this girl any different?", Fred asked.
"Maybe she's not human.", Wesley suggested. He looked down the table
at Doyle. The half-demon shrugged.
" I don't know much more than you do. I'm just here to help her
adjust, then I'm outta here. "
"Well, if that's all this was about, I've got some translations I'd
like to get back to. ", Said Welsey. Everyone else nodded. They all had
things they needed to do as well. Outside, Brenna was curled up asleep
on a chair, a strange little smile on her face. Doyle shook his head.
" Hey Angel man, you have someplace for us to stay?"
" Sure, Doyle. Let me show you."
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Doyle closed the bedroom door softly behind him. Angel smiled,
wondering just how much he had never learned about his friend. Doyle
looked up at him, and Angel could see the pain and hesitation in his
eyes.
" I need to see Cordelia." Angel was quiet for a long moment.
" Okay."
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Doyle gulped nervously as the door clicked closed behind him. Lying there on the bed, Cordelia looked just like an angel
"No, not an angel," his mind corrected. "A princess." Slowly, hesistantly, heapproached the bed and grabbed a chair, to sit next to her. He took one of her hands in his both his own and sat there for a longtime, reveling in the feel of her skin, the joy of being able to touch Cordelia again.
"Hey 'delia, it's me, Doyle...I'm sorry you got my visions. I dinna mean for it ta happen. Just figured I'd give you something to remember me by is all. I saw you get all demonized, never thought that'd be something we have in common. The Powers have sent some new lass here now, to be their new messanger. Don't see why. Looks like Angel's doing just fine without their input... Now wi'out you 'o' course but he doesn't seem to need visions to guide him any more...makes a fella wonder what they're up to." He trailed off, blue green eyes wandering about the sterile, alien room. Did Cordelia know where she was? Would she be frightened, when she finally woke up,to find herself in this cold, impersonal room?
" You and Angel've done real good these past few years; helped a lot 'o' people. The journey's not over yet. Not for him and certainly not for you. Don't give up yet, Cordy. They love you and miss you. Come back to them! I've got all the time in the world. For now, just...just live, Cordelia. Live." He sighed. There seemed to be nothing else to say. Over the past few years, he'd watched as Angel and Cordelia's relationship developed and grew into something more than mere friendship...and was dashed against the rocks of fate and consequence. It really didn't bother him...much. All he wanted was for her to be happy. Sure, he'd prefer it if she was happy with him, but as long as she was happy, he'd be content. He brushed the back of her hand with his lips and leaned forward to kiss gently on her forehead . The door locked sharply as he left.
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Brenna was lost in a sea of faces. They were laughing, smiling, talking all at once. She put her hands over her ears, but nothing seemed to shut out the terrible noise. The faces circled her now, all of them crying out to her, trying to be heard of those around them. The volume wasunbearable. I crawled inside her skull and pounded, pounded,pounded, pounded. She tried to get them to stop, begged them to be quiet, but her voice was lost in the roar. Just when she thought she could take no more, images force their way into her mind.
Brown eyes, the flick of a switch, wires, hands on keyboard, an explosion, screams of terror and pain.
--Flash--
Brown eyes, the flick of a switch, wires, hands on keyboard, an explosion, screams of terror and pain.
--Flash--
Brown eyes, the flick of a...
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"Please!", Brenna cried. She sat up in the bed, clutching her head in agony. She gasped, pulling air into her starving lungs. The images pressed themselves into the backs of her eyelids, refusing to go away and then...she understood.
"I am not lost. I am not lost.", Doyle chanted to himself as he wandered down aimlessly through the ever busy law offices of Wolfram and Hart. He clutched his prize, a tall bottle of single malt scotch,close to his chest and cast a green eyed clance about himself hopefully. Unfortunately for our bonnie Irish boy, no friendly face appeared. No eager guide materialized to point the way. Doyle sighed as another lawyer coasted past headed for who knew where.
"I just have no idea where I am."
He realized he was completely and hopelessly lost, of course, but he'd be damned if he was going to ask one of these sneaky, underhanded, backstabbing lawyers to show him the way. Hell, with his luck, they'd show him the way to a pit of savage demons, half crazed after Christmas shoppers or Lord knows what else. He wasn't quite sure if he could die, but he wasn't itching to find out either.
"O' course, they're working for Angel now",he mused." But 'ey, old habit die hard." He shook his head grinning ruefully down at his scotch. No, he'd just have to find his own way out of this. As he started up a flight of stairs, Doyle began to hear all manner of commotion behind him.
"Hey!", cried some obviously irritated lawyer.
"Sorry!", replied a winded Brenna from behind him. Doyle turned to see just what was going on.
Brenna shouldered the larger man aside, with a strength not entirely her own. She barely registered the fact that the man had indeed been Doyle as she raced up the stairs.
"Whoa,whoa,whoa lass.",Doyle grumbled as he grabbed his wayward charge by the shoulder, pulling her back. " Where's the fire?", he asked with a casual half smile.
Fire,yes, that was it. She was on fire. Her body was covered in a raging fire and she couldn't seem to make it stop. He was in her way. She had to make it stop. She struggle against his grip ,pushing at him and trying to pull away with wild ferociousity.She had to go, had to run, had to follow her feet. It was the only thing that lessened the pain and HE WAS IN HER WAY. She fought against his iron hold, frantically.
Doyle stared down at her with concern, but without comprehension, exherting his demon strength to hold her in place. Her heart shaped face was ashen, her green eyes wild with panic.
"Let go of me! Let go!I have to-...I have to-...", she trailed off, unable to find the words to express what she felt."Please...", she begged, looking up at him entreatingly.
It was only when he took it all in; her trembling body, her frenzied nature, that he understood. He released her and stepped out of her way in one fluid motion, watching her retreating figure anxiously for a long moment. Then, he shook his head and gave chase.
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