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Son Of A Saviour By Nadja Lee 31/12/99
15:48:09
English is not my
native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
Disclaimer: Angel
and all the characters here belong to Joss, the WB and probably a lot of other
people. Basically everyone one but me. I am just boring them for a while and
trying to fix the mistake that Joss make as he killed off our beloved Doyle.
Timeline: Set 2 years
after Hero.
Romance: Cordy/Doyle.
Summary: Cordy has just come to teams with Doyle`s
death when a man claiming to be his son comes by. But who is he really?
Archiving: ASK.
Feedback: Yes, please.
My e-mail address is neh@post10.tele.dk.
Rating: PG
Angels place, L.A:
A voice asked into the empty halls of Angel Investigations. A familiar
voice. An Irish voice. HIS voice. Cordelia`s heart began beating faster and she
quickly looked in the mirror to see if she looked ok. A thought came to her
mind: This is not real. You know it is not real. Angel will only send you to
that stupid psychologist again. But as so many times before in the last 2
years Cordy would not listen to reason and logic. She let her heart win.
Doyle?
Cordy asked shakily, fully expecting to see him doing the impossible:
coming back while a small voice of reason warned her that if she really
believed that then the psychologist had been right in declaring her insane. The
young man in the door turned around and Cordy nearly died of pure joy. It was
Doyle. It really was Doyle. He looked a little younger, sure, but other than
that he looked exactly like the Doyle she remembered from before he died after
having saved Angel and her. The Doyle she saw every night in her dreams.
Doyle. Ah, Doyle.
Cordy said and cried of joy. She jumped into his arms and lay her head
on his shoulder.
Doyle, I love you so much. I could not say so before. I was afraid of
getting hurt again. I was a fool. I knew you would be back. The others thought
that I was making it all up but I knew it. I
Cordy said as she cried by his shoulder. She knew that she was blabbering
but couldnt stop herself. He was back. He was really back.
I am sorry but you have be confused with someone else.
The man in her arms said softly with that wonderful Irish accent of his.
Cordy lifted her head and looked confused and hurt at him. Had she been wrong
again? No, this time she had been sure. She had been. She couldnt be wrong.
Could she??
The young man gently removed her arms from his neck and stood in front
of her and looked at her. Something glimmered in the deeps of his eyes but it
was gone so quickly that Cordy did not know if she had really seen it or just
imagined it.
Then who are you?
Cordy said and tried to get herself together. Damn, Angel could not see
her like this. He would just worry again.
I am Francis Doyle, Jr. I think you have me confused with my father.
The young man said and smiled calmly at her. His father?? Cordy looked
at him as if he had been the one declared insane.
How can Doyle be your father? You must be at least 18 years old. Doyle
was in his twenties when he
Cordy stopped and experienced the old pain and sorrow again. And above
that the old desire to deny it like she had done before. No, she would not go
back to doing that. Her denial had been the reason she had been declared insane
in the first place.
When he died.
She forced herself to finish even though tears were in her eyes.
And even if he is your father then who is your mother?
Cordy asked, some of her old spark returning to her for a moment.
My mothers name was Harry. She was Doyle΄s wife. She died in
childbirth.
The man said honestly. He saw her shocked expression and misunderstood.
It is very normal when humans and demons have children that the woman
can not survive given birth.
Francis said in a sad voice.
But I saw Harry 2 years ago and she did not have a child and she did
not look pregnant and she and Doyle divorced a few days after so
Cordy said confused. Nothing made sense. Not that anything had made any
sense since Doyle
My mother was pregnant when you saw her. She became pregnant with me 4
years ago. Even before my father knew that he was a demon. Half demon
pregnancies are not like human pregnancies. My mother gave birth to me a few
weeks after the news on my fathers death had reached her. I grew up with my
grandmother.
Francis said.
But you are so big
Cordy blushed when she realised what she had said.
What I mean is that you most have grown unnaturally fast. 18 human
years in 2 years. Thats pretty good
She said sceptically.
I know. It is not normal even for demons. No one I knew could explain
it. That is why I came here. I had heard that you could help me and that you
knew my father.
He said and searched her face for any hints of emotions on that subject.
Cordy looked away from his intense gaze.
Come with me. Angel will help you.
Cordy said and went down and into Angels private rooms. Francis
followed her.
Angel??
Cordy said into the living room. Instantly a young man all dressed in
black came forth from the shadows.
Cordy? You ok?
He asked and searched first her face and then her wrists.
Will you relax. I have not tried to kill myself again. I told you that
I am over the past. I have moved on.
Cordy said with a hint of anger in her voice. Angel looked at her red
eyes and knew that she had cried.
Yeah, I can see that.
Angel mumbled but now he looked at Francis. If it was possible he looked
even paler than he had before.
Doyle?
He whispered and looked ready to faint.
No. I am his son.
Francis said looking from Cordy to Angel. His grandmother had told him
that he looked very much like his father but until now he had not known how
much.
Good to see you
Angel said and shook his hand. He recovered quickly from the shock,
Francis observed. Like a man used to seeing happiness just in front of him for
then to have it taken away again.
I need your help.
Francis said after he had told Angel all the things he had told Cordy.
Cordy had left for her own room when she had introduced the two men. She had
seemed shaken and Angel had guided her out of the room. He had said something
to her and her face had brightened up in a brilliant smile and she had kissed
him on the cheek before she had left the room.
And now you age normally?
Angel asked.
Yes.
Any other unusual things?
Angel asked.
Well, besides the fast ageing I get visions
Of future happenings??
Angel finished.
Yes
Francis said and looked strangely at him.
Anyway, besides that I sometimes see things that I feel I have seen
before but I dont know were from.
Francis leaned over the table and looked at Angel intensely.
I know that we have never meet but I feel that I have seen you
before.
He sighed.
Especially Cordelia. It is like there is something about her...
Francis stopped and looked helplessly at him.
Like there is a knowledge in my mind that I just cant reach.
He said.
And you want me to help you to gain access to that knowledge?
Angel asked him doubtful.
Yes
It is a bit out of my territory.
Angel admitted with a weak smile.
But I know a guy who may be able to help us.
Angel said.
Giles`s place, Sunnydale:
Angel and Francis sat in Giles living room and looked at one another.
Giles had been very helpful and was right now looking his library though to see
if he had a book that could explain it all.
So, whats the story with Cordy?
Francis said and looked into the other room where he admired her long
legs as she stood on a ladder trying to reach a book for Giles. Angel frowned
over his use of Cordelia`s nickname.
You like her.
Angel said, his voice filled with anger, hurt and matter-of-factness
that surprised even himself. If he had had time to analyse his feelings he
would had been able to say which one of them was the strongest.
Yeah, she is a hottie. I cant ague about that.
Francis said. Angel looked at him as if he had seen a ghost and had to
really collect himself to not reach over and shake Francis until he admitted
that he was Doyle.
So, what about her?
Francis said and looked at Angel.
My grandmother told me about a girl named Cordelia that my father
loved but this cant be her. The woman my grandmother described was filled with
life and very headstrong and sure of herself.
Francis said in bewilderment. Angel smiled a sad smile at him.
She is that Cordelia. Oh, rather she used to be.
Angel said and his eyes clouded with remembered pain.
But that was before Doyle died. After his death
Angel grimaced.
She would not accept that he was gone. When we came home after he had
saved us both she told me that she hoped he would be back soon and that she did
not like that he was out so late. I tried to tell her the truth but she pushed
me away and told me that I lied. I thought that she was in shock and let her be
but as the days past by she withdraw further into herself and talked only about
Doyle. She had made a video of him a few days before his death and she kept
seeing it and wanted me to see it with her
Angel looked serious at Francis.
I was not sure that sending her to a psychologist was a good idea so
first I thought I could help her alone.
Angels voice and eyes filled with self-hatred and guilt.
Never had I been so wrong.
Why was you so afraid to taker her to the psychiatrist?
Francis asked.
Because she now had Doyle`s visions and she knew about Doyle being a
demon and me a vampire. Normally I would trust Cordy with my life but she was
way out now. Each morning she would put 3 cups on the table and wait for Doyle.
When he did not come she would find some excuse and then see his video.
Angel signed.
She hurt but I hurt too and 7 weeks after Doyle`s death it all became
too much. I took the videotape from her and brutally told her that Doyle was
dead. She reacted like the first day only this time she attacked me. I held her
and soon she came back to her strange self and told me that when Doyle came
back he would prove me wrong
Angel looked with a smile at Cordy though the living room.
Then I took her to a psychiatrist and sat with her the whole time. But
that turned out to be a mistake as the guy was of the opinion that she was
insane and wanted to lock her up. I couldnt let him do that
Angel said and obviously wanted Franciss understanding. Francis nodded
and asked
Then what did you do?
Today people keep records on everything and I knew that he would not
let me take Cordy with me home now that he thought that her delusions was
dangerous.
So you killed him?
Francis asked in a tone of voice that neither said that he approved or
not.
No, I did not. I wamped out and gave him the freight of his life. He
of cause tried to tell the police that I had threatened him and then wamped
out. The police did of cause not believe him and HE was judged insane
Angel said with a satisfied nod of his head.
Thats ironic for you.
Francis mumbled.
So what? How did you cure her?
Francis asked.
Well, I have this friend called Kate. I told her the whole truth and
after she had recovered from the shook she helped me with Cordy. It took a long
time and she went though different stages of denial, from denying he was death
to denying her love for him by going out with a lot of guys. You will not
believe how many guys I had to chase away from her.
Angel said.
We had come a long way but I feared when I saw you that it would mean
a back step but she seems fine.
Angel said with a look on Cordy.
When I first meet you Cordy said that she was not trying to kill
herself. Will that mean that she has tried to do that?
Francis asked shocked.
Yes, when we had finally made her realise that Doyle was death and she
admitted her love for him she did not want to live without him. For 2 terrible
weeks Kate and I watched over her at all times and had to save her from herself
repeatedly.
Angel drew a deep breath.
But she got over that stage too. She is a very strong girl. Soon she
will be back to her old self.
Angel said but did not seem all that confident.
So it was the tape you allowed her to see that day I first came when
she was so happy.
Francis said as if he had just figured out a difficult puzzle.
Yes.
Angel said sadly.
I am so sorry that I made you relive it all again.
Francis said and looked strangely at him.
It is ok.
Angel said then he sensed his unasked question and smiled while he shook
his head.
And no we are not dating. I feel like a father or maybe more a brother
for her. Nothing more.
Fine.
Francis said. Angel got an angry line around his mouth and caught
Francis hand in an iron like grip.
Dont even think about it. Doyle may be dead but she is still his in
soul and spirit. I dont think it would be
healthy for either of you to try
anything.
Francis drew his hand back and looked angrily at Angel.
Relax, pal.
He said. Before Angel could said anything more he heard Cordy scream
from the library and he almost flew in there.
Cordy?
He called fearfully. He saw her sitting with a big old book on the
floor. There where tears in her eyes but she smiled. For the first time in 2
years she really smiled.
Cordy?
Angel asked her gently as he sat down besides her.
He can come back, Angel. He really can.
She said happily and gave him a hug. Angel put his hands around her in a
brotherly gesture and stroked her hair affectionately.
So, tell me everything.
Angel asked gently but Cordy was too happy to say a word. Angel looked
up and saw Giles. After he more than 3 years earlier had killed Giles loved one
after he had had one moment of true happiness with Buffy he had difficulties
asking this man for help.
Lets go to the living room.
Giles said in that calm English way of his. Angel took hold of Cordy
under her knees and lifted her up in his arms like she was a child which she
really also was in comparison to his more than 200 years.
I have read about the kind of demon that Doyle was and have found
something interesting.
Giles said as they all 4 sat in his living room.
If a demon like Doyle is able to before he dies to put his soul, his
karma, his powers with someone he trusts, someone he loves, he can be called to
resumption.
Giles said in a lecture like tone of voice.
But...
Angel began.
I know. Doyle`s body was burnt away so he does not have any body to
come back to.
Giles interrupted. Then he looked at Francis.
This is here you come into the picture.
Giles said.
Me?
Francis asked in a very Doyle like way.
Yes. As Doyle`s spirit can not return to his own body and he can not
inhabit any body without his genes or a dead or living body yours is the
.
But
Angel began again but was silenced by a glance of Giles eyes.
As a foster in so early a state as Mrs. Doyle`s was then it could not
be called living as the definition of being alive is that you are able to live
without help which a foster can not and it is not dead either as it is really
much alive though its mother.
Cordy looked at Angel and nodded her head while she smiled.
This is why Francis grow so fast and all the other things. This will
also explain Cordelia΄s reluctance to admit that Doyle was dead. In her
subconscious she knew that he was very much alive.
Giles continued.
So Doyle found the famous hole in the law.
Francis mumbled to himself. Then he looked at Giles.
So who am I? What am I?
He asked real fear and bewilderment in his voice.
You are Doyle just without Doyle`s memories.
Giles said.
So how do I get them?
Francis asked.
Well, thats the hard part. Since Cordelia has your soul we will have
to made a ritual to give it back to you. It will be dangerous to you both.
Giles warned.
It does not matter.
Cordy said and smiled at Francis, really wishing that it was her Doyle
who sat besides her and not an empty shell.
It is ok with me. I would like to know the kind of love that I
apparently had with you.
Francis said and took Cordy΄s hand and really wished that he could feel
such deep love for her right this minute.
Ok, then.
Giles said and prepared for the ritual.
Epilogue:
Angels Place, L.A, 5 years later:
Giles Angel Francis Doyle, you come back right this minute.
Cordy said and looked after her son as he escaped her and ran into the
other room.
Oh, what have we here?
Angel said as he caught the little guy on his way to the living room.
Angel took Giles up.
So where were you going, little fellow?
Angel said and smiled at his nephew.
I want to see the Xmas tree. Oh, please Uncle Angel let me see the
tree?
Giles asked and looked up at him with his innocent deep blue eyes which
remained Angel of Doyle.
You know that it is first Xmas tomorrow. Then you see the tree and get
your gifts.
Angel tried to reason with him. Giles scowled and looked so much like
his mother that Angel almost grinned.
I want to. I want to.
Giles insisted.
Well, I guess we could...
Angel began.
Oh, no you dont.
Cordy said with a smile.
You are spoiling him.
Cordy said but there were only love in her eyes for both her men as she
took her son from Angels arms.
Not more than we do, Princess.
Doyle said and kissed Cordy on the neck. Cordy turned around and smiled
at him. Sometimes she still had trouble believing her luck. She had got Doyle
back and they had married and now they had one child with her expecting one
more in July. She looked at her son affectionately. And she owned so much to
Giles. It was why she had wanted to name her son Giles in his honour.
I will go put him to bed.
Cordy said and disappeared into the guestroom where Doyle and she slept
while they visited Angel. They had a nice big house only 5 minutes drive from
Angels place but they liked sleeping at Angels when they celebrated the
holidays.
Doyle watched his wife and son disappear into the bedroom.
I must be the luckiest guy in the universe.
He said softly as he watched them with love in his eyes. Angel put his
arms around his shoulders.
I believe you are, my friend. I believe you are.
The End