Title: A New Family
Author: AllytheVamp
Disclaimer: Cordy and Doyle ain't mine...that really sucks!
Authors Notes: Yes, this is my first attempt at some Doyle/Cordy sweetness,
and I hope it goes ok. By the way, Glenn Quinn, if you're reading this, 
you're a cutie!! (aw comon people, isn't he?)



It was bordering on crazy that day. I swear, I have never seen Angel so
busy! I mean the office was swarming with people the whole day. I was
researching my brains out. I don't know how Willow ever sat in front of a
computer screen so long without screaming. I needed Visine or something...

Doyle of course, helped me through it all. He was really sweet. Ever since
he had saved my life, he had been watching over me like some sort-of
quardian angel. I liked the attention. I mean Doyle had never really been
my type, but his sweet nature and the way he always made me laugh made up
for his less-than redeeming qualities. I was still going itch about the
half-demon thing, but I really didn't care anymore. He never showed me his
demon face. Ever. I never asked. I didn't want to see it. Maybe I should
have asked but I didn't want to. I liked his face, the way it was...

Some race of slimy demons were the evil in question that night. Angel was
protecting some guy from them. To beat them, Angel had to wait for a spell
to be cast that would make them weaker and them stab them (yuck). Doyle and
I were supposed to do the spell. It consisted of us chanting, while we held
hands over a bowl of these smelly leaves. They let off a cool pink smoke
though.

Before we got a chance to carry out this seemingly easy plan, Angel had to
be a dork and go see if the guy he was helping was ok. Doyle and I were
racing around getting everything ready for the spell. Both of us were
really excited for some reason. Doyle tried to tell Angel that he should
help. But of course he said that the spell required two people and we
couldn't. Whatever. Doyle should have joined in the action. Angel never
gives him a chance...

Finally all keyed up and no place to go, Doyle and I got stuck with
chanting in the office while Angel ran off to kill all of those 'we're all
slimy, let's kill a bunch of people cause we're psyco' demons. I barely
understood what I was supposed to do. The words were all strange and I felt
stupid saying them.

Doyle lit the leaves and set the magic book on his lap. "You ready
princess?" he asked me. He looked nervous.

I nodded setting the other book on my lap. I skimmed over the words. "Which
one of these is the kill-the-slimy-things one?"

Doyle got up and leaned over my shoulder. I felt his breath on my neck.
Suddenly, this weird warm feeling flooded my chest. I ignored it thinking
it was nothing. He pointed to a particularily weird one. I groaned.

"Aw, don't be that way." he told me smiling as he sat back down. "It's easy
once you do it a couple times."

I raised my eyes brows at him. "And just how many times have you done this
Mr passifist?"

"Once or twice," he replied reading to himself. "Look I know it's been a
long night but I promise you that it's all gonna be over soon."

I smiled. That's Doyle. He always cheered me up. He had a little half smile
on his face. It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen. I realized how good
that smile made me feel.

"Give me your hand." Doyle said breaking in to my thoughts.

He held his hands over the bowl and I took them. The smoke tickled my skin.
Both our palms were sweaty. A nice electricity wound through me. I could
get used to this.

"Doyle you never told me I gave you sweaty palms." I teased him gently.

We locked eyes. He had the greatest eyes I'd ever seen... The smile never
left his face.

"What can I say? Beautiful women do that to guys like me."

I laughed and shook my head. Doyle laughed too and the tension cleared a
tad.

"What? You're trying to tell me you aren't beautiful? Oh comon-"

"Doyle!" I gestured to the book.

He nodded looking embaressed. "Oh yeah...I forgot."

I smiled again and then we started to chant. I said the words over and over
again feeling a strange sensation flowing through me. Something inside of
me was churning. I felt powerful all of the sudden, like I could rule the
world. We chanted louder,closing our eyes, our voices in unison. I gripped
Doyle's hand as I felt wind blowing through my hair. I felt a large puff of
smoke and a heat on my hands. Doyle was trembling. I realized I was too. I
squeezed his hand to let him know I was ok. He did the same. We kept our
eyes shut.

Suddenly things were swirling around us. Paper, chairs, and just about
everything else was going around in circles. Fear washed over me but I knew
I couldn't stop chanting. Finally I heard a scream from Doyle and my eyes
snapped open, as everything fell back exactly where it was supposed to go.
I raced over to Doyle who was lying in a heap on the floor holding his
head.

"Doyle! Doyle!" I shook him frantically, trying to get him to speak to me.
He moaned something. Then his eyes snapped open and he got up. He just
stared at me incredulously. He reached out and stroked my face with a
shaking hand. I grabbed his hand.

"Doyle what it it?" I asked trembling. "What happened?"

Doyle grabbed me and pulled to his chest in a hug. He held me so close. I
could barely breathe as he stroked my hair and back with shaking hands. I
held him just as close wondering why this felt so good. So right. I wanted
to comfort him the way he always comforted me. I stroked his hair gently.

"Doyle it's ok," I whispered. "The spell worked. It's over. It's all over."

He let out a shuddering breath and pulled back looking me in the eye. "You
sure you're ok?" he demanded an edge I'd never heard in his voice before. "
I had a vision in the last few moments of that spell. The whole thing
was...well it frightened me that's fer sure."

"What did you see?" I asked him.

"You," he replied.

"Me?"

"Yes it was you. You were...we were here doing the spell...then you were
gone." He looked scared.

"Just gone?"

"You just disappeared...and I tried to pull you back but you wanted to
leave." Doyle stared at me with pleading eyes. "Tell that was just a crazy
dream princess. Tell me that you aren't going to leave." his eyes pleaded
with me.

I smiled warmly at him. I wasn't going to leave. Where had that come from?

"Doyle, I'm not going anywhere. You guys are my life now. I like it here."

As I said the words I realized they were true. This was the first place
where I felt needed. I didn't feel stupid or out of place, I was part of a
business. I helped, I researched, I got coffee, I even answered the phone.
And then there was Doyle. I always came first with him. He was always there
for me. I loved him for it. I really loved this poor, Irish, half-demon.

"Doyle, please don't look like that." I pleaded. He looked so vulnerable
sitting there begging me with his eyes for something. I wasn't sure what.

"Doyle don't make me kiss you." I murmured.

I smiled when he looked surprised. Then he smiled back.

"Please do."

We drifted forward at the same time. His lips suddenly possessed mine and
he swept me into his arms as we kissed passionately. I stroked his hair as
I kissed him, enjoying the sense of belonging I felt when I was with him.
This was right. My knees were shaking and we leaned on eachother for
support. When we finally broke the kiss we started laughing. I have no idea
why.

"Why are you laughing?" Doyle asked me as we laughed.

"I don't know!" I paused. "I just...I'm just happy."

Doyle smiled again. "Me too."

We came together again in a shorter sweeter kiss. I wasn't going anywhere.
This was my family now. Angel and Doyle. I loved them both.

We're gonna beat that vampy scum. Forever.



FIN