Title: You're Not Completely Irish?
Sequel to "Morning After".
Author: Paula
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' Joss is King.
Distribution: Oblivious Much, Cordelia Doyle Brigade, Doyle Denial, Powers
That Be anyone else please ask.



Cordelia smiled when she discovered that Doyle was taking her to an

expensive restaurant instead of a fast food joint.

"Wow. How are you gonna pay for this?"

Doyle just smiled. "Don't worry, Princess. It's all taken care of."

When they were shown to their table Doyle held Cordelia's seat for her

and then took his own.

After they had order their drinks and the waiter had left Doyle took

Cordy's hand.

"Princess, there's something that you ought to know. I've been meaning to

tell you . . . but we keep getting interrupted."

He looked down for a moment and closed his yes. Anxious, Cordy tried to

reassure him.

"Come on, Doyle. It can't be that bad. You're not an ax-murderer right?"

Doyle shook his head.

"A child molester?"

"No!"

"Kidnapper?"

"Nope." Doyle repressed his grin with difficulty.

"Door to door salesman?"

Doyle had to smile. "Of course not. That' almost as bad as being a mime."

Cordy squeezed his hand. "See? Now just tell me."

Doyle sobered and took a deep breath. "Cordelia, there' more to me than

meets the eye. I'm - I'm of mixed heritage."

Cordelia frowned in confusion. "What? You're not completely Irish?"

"I'm not completely human." Doyle felt a weight lifted from him. Now all

he could do was wait for her reaction.

Cordelia took a deep breath but remained calm. "Would you care to

elaborate?"

"My mother was human, but . . . my father was a Bracken demon. I never

knew him. My mother raised me human, she kept my heritage a secret. I

didn't know until I turned twenty-one. I sneezed and sprouted a demon 

face. It pretty much ruined my marriage." Doyle trailed off when the 

waiter returned with their drinks and took their order.

Cordiela waited for the waiter to depart before she responded

"She never told you? You're own mother?" To her surprise, Cordelia found

that her heart went out to Doyle. She wasn't the least bit angry.

"No. She wanted to see if I got his genes first." Doyle's voice was soft

and thick with emotion.

Cordelia looked at t heir hands which were still entwined and squeezed

his hand again. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"After what it did to me an Harry I was afraid that you'd reject me. Even

as a friend."

"Hello? I work for a vampire!" Cordelia smiled at him. "Is there anything

else?"

"No that was pretty much my big dark secret."

The waiter arrived wit the food an departed once again.

"Look Princess, if you want out I'll understand."

"Doyle, shut up and eat your dinner. 'Cause this date is far from over."

Doyle smiled. He stood, walked over to Cordelia and pulled her to her

feet. He took her in his arms and kiss her deeply in front of the entire

restaurant. "You're incredible." he whispered.

"I know."