TITLE: "It Must Be Love" (Part 1/2)
AUTHOR: The Monkey Cracked One, but since I'm sending this to 2 different
lists, I guess I should tell my full name for anyone who doesn't actually
know the wonder and total craziness that is me. Gee? Imagine that? It's
Bernadette Maywhort. There. Are you happy now? Hehe
EMAIL: niteeyes1@aol.com, angelushot@aol.com & crazyone89@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: Our favorite hottie Irishman...uhhh...our favorite Irish half-man
half-demon...there...that's better...hehehe...is having "relationship
issues" with one Cordelia Chase. And, of course, the Magically Delish one
known as Angel is stuck in the middle. See? So it's not really that much 
OT for the AL list, 'cause Angel is still actually in this fic...hehe.
SPOILER: "Angel" series...sort of...
DISTRIBUTION: Take it if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I want sex and candy dammit! And a night with Doyle...hehehe...
DOYLE IS MINE!!!
RATING: Ummm...PG? PG13? I guess...so sue me if I don't know how to rate
these friggin' things. Ummm...on second thought...don't sue me...YOU CAN'T
HAVE MY MONEY! I'LL KICK YOUR ASS! Hehehe...WOO HOO!!!
DISCLAIMER: Angel, Cordy, and Doyle the Irish hottie and all other
characters thereof belong to the WB, GGGRRR AARRGGHH!!!! Mutant Enemy
Productions Inc., and the Monkey Crack over-abusing acid-tripping executive
producer we all know and love...and also the God of all things Buffy and
now of course Angel...Joss. We worship you! All bow down to Joss God! And
that little Mutant Enemy demon is now officially on strike, still never 
got a raise and is still VERY pissed off! In fact, he's got Joss and all 
the WB execs tied up on the set of "Buffy" right now and is beating the 
total and ever-living crap outta them. "ME WANT RAISE! ME WANT RAISE! GIVE
ME RAISE! ME WANT MORE MONEY!" Hehehe...
NOTE: Please excuse any weird ass mistakes in this. I did spell and grammar
check this thing, but I might not of caught everything.
And now...on with the story! ENJOY!

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It had only been a few weeks since Cordelia and Doyle had started working
together, and Doyle had such a huge crush on Cordy, that it was starting to
make him very uncomfortable.

He tried to talk to Cordy, tried to tell her how he really felt, but every
time he tried, he found that he wasn't able to get any words out. He even
tried to get Angel to talk to Cordy for him, but Angel kept ignoring him.

"No." Angel said, during one such late-night conversation in his apartment.

"Oh come on, Angel! I've helped you, haven't I? Can't you do this one thing
for me?" Doyle said.

"No."

"Please? At least put in the good word for me?"

"Doyle! For the last time, no! You're the one who told me that I have to
get involved in people's lives. Now it's your turn. Talk to her. Tell her
you love her."

"Love?! Whoa. Hold on a minute! Love is such a strong word, Angel. I like
'Delia a lot, but I'm not sure I love her. Not yet. That's the problem.
I'm not sure what I feel. I just know I want to talk to her, I need to talk
to her, but I'm not sure what to say."

"And I said I wasn't good with people. This sure doesn't sound like you,
Doyle. Is this a school boy thing?"

"Somethin' like that. What do I say?! What do I say?!"

"Tell her you like her hair."

"Her hair?"

"I don't know. Tell her anything. Just talk to her. It's obviously driving

you crazy not talking to her."

"How can you tell?"

"Well your endless pacing kind of gives it away. Could you stop? You're

going to put a hole in my carpet."

"Uhhh...sorry." Doyle said and stopped pacing.

"How can Cordelia know how you feel if you don't tell her? How can you know

if she feels the same way about you or not? Talk to her. Hmmm...that

reminds me...there's something I never got to finish. Goodnight, Doyle.

"'Night, Boss. See ya tomorrow." Doyle said.

Angel walked into his bedroom, picked up the phone, dialed an

all-too-familiar number, sat down on the bed and waited for someone on the

other end to answer the phone.

"Pick up pick up pick up..." Angel said over and over again as the phone

continued to ring. Finally, after about the fifth ring, Angel heard a voice

on the other end.

"Buffy? Hi. Yeah, it's me. So, how are you? That's good. Listen, I just

called to let you know that, no matter what happens, and even if I never
come

back to Sunnydale some day, I will always love you. You'll always be my

girl. Forever. Goodbye." Then Angel hung up the phone. 'What the hell is

wrong with me?!' Angel thought. 'Why did I just tell the only girl I've

ever loved in 244 years that I'm never going back to Sunnydale?!'

Meanwhile, Doyle was pacing back and forth in the living room, constantly

mumbling, "Talk to her...talk to her...talk to her..."

A few days and nights passed, and Doyle found that he still couldn't talk
to

Cordy. Each time he would pass her in the office, in Angel's apartment or

her apartment, he would start to say something, but stop before any words

could come out of his mouth.

It was on one of these days, when he finally decided that he was going to

work up enough courage to finally talk to the love of his life. That day,
it

seemed as if Cordy and Angel were handling the case work in the office just

fine by themselves, so Doyle decided to go down to Angel's apartment to

think. And what better place to think than the study?

"Dear 'Delia, how do I love ye? Let me count the ways. No. That won't do.

What am I? Some kind of Irish hallmark card?!" Doyle paced back and forth

across the carpet, then he ran to the refrigerator to grab a beer...or

two...and then he went back into the study to pace and pace and then pace a

little more. "Cordelia, I like you. No. I like you a lot. No. I love

you. I love your hair. I love your eyes. I love how I can look in 'em and

drown. I love your breasts! I want to touch 'em! No! What am I doing?! I

can't tell her that! Think, Doyle, think! Okay, Cordelia, I love your lips.

I want to kiss 'em. I want to have wild sex with you in every place and

position imaginable! Wait. NO! I can't tell her that! What can I tell

her?! I'm startin' to sound like one of those high school kids Angel used
to

hang out with! You moron! Idiot! WHAT AM I DOING?! STUPID STUPID STUPID!"

Doyle screamed, banging his head against the wall repeatedly.

Unfortunately, Cordy happened to walk into the room just as Doyle was

slamming his head into wall, apparently trying to knock himself
unconscious.

"DOYLE! WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!" Cordy screamed, placing her

hands on her hips.

"I've been askin' meself that same question all night." Doyle said,
stepping

away from the wall.

"DOYLE!" Cordy screamed.

"Hey. Cordelia. Did you...uhhh...did you want somethin'?"

"Well, if you're not too BUSY doing anything nonconstructive down here, may
I

remind you that we need your help upstairs?! Some of us are actually trying

to work around here, unlike some other demons I know!"

"Uhhh...half-demon. I'm human on my mother's side, remember?"

"I guess that doesn't say much for your father's side of the family, does
it?"

"Okay now I'm offended."

"Whatever! Just go up there! As in NOW!" Cordy screamed, and then turned

around and walked out of the room.

"Hey." Angel said, walking back into the room.

"Hey."

"So, how did it go?" Angel asked.

"On a scale of one to a million? I don't think you want to know."

"She seems really mad at you."

"So what else is new? Story of my life."

"What did you say to her?"

"Nothin'. Absolutely nothin'. When she came in, I was tryin' to beat meself

senseless usin' the wall. She interrupted me. Don't worry, I'm going to

talk to her...one of these days."

"I've heard that one before. Why don't I believe you?"

A few more days went by, without Doyle or Cordy speaking to each other,

except for Cordy's comments about Doyle's and Angel's fashion sense, or
lack

thereof.

Then, one night, on the way down to Angel's apartment, Doyle decided to
make

his move on Cordy in the elevator.

"Ummm...Cordelia?"

"What?!"

"I...uhhh...I have somethin' to...uhhh...tell you."

"Well?! What?!"

"I...I...uhhh..." Without another word, Doyle grabbed Cordy by her
shoulders

and pressed his lips gently to hers.

Then something strange happened, and Cordy ran out of the elevator and into

the apartment, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"AAAHHH!" Cordy screamed, running into Angel's living room, with Doyle

following behind her.

"What happened?!" Angel asked, putting down one of his many police
magazines

and leaping out of his chair.

"He...Doyle...he...I...AAAHHH!!!" Cordy screamed.

"Okay, I'm confused." Angel said.

"Cordelia! Let me explain!" Doyle said, trying to approach Cordy.

"AAAHHH! No way! You stay away from me you...you...icky thing!" Cordy

screamed, throwing a pillow at Doyle, hitting him in the face with it.

"Cordelia! Please! It's not my fault! It was an accident! It's not

somethin' I can control! It just happened!"

"AAAHHH! Angel! Keep him away from me! He's...he's...ewww!"

"What's going on? Did you talk to her?" Angel asked.

"Well, not exactly. I...I kissed her." Doyle said.

"And this is her reaction?" Angel said.

"Well, that's not all. I...I...sneezed...after I kissed her. Actually, I

sneezed durin' the kiss. So, you see my problem."

"She saw your true face. Your demon face."

"Oh yeah. As you can see, she didn't take it very well."

"Well duh! How did you expect me to take it! That is SO ewww!" Cordy

screamed.

"I told you I can't help it! I'm not exactly human you know! You already

knew that!"

"Well duh I knew that but when most people kiss you you don't expect them
to

turn into an ugly walking blue pincushion with red eyes and I know you're
not

totally human well okay half-human half-demon whatever but that still
doesn't

change the fact that it's totally ewww!"

"Take a breath!" Doyle said.

"Cordelia. Try to calm down. It's not that big of a deal." Angel said.

"WHAT?! Not that big of a deal? Not that BIG OF A DEAL?! What do you know

about it, Angel?! You're used to turning into 'Mr. Gggrrrrrr' all the time!

And I've seen a lot of vampires in my time on the hellmouth but this was

different! I'm telling you it was totally ewww!"

"Stop with all the ewwws! It's gettin' annoyin'!" Doyle said.

"Oh SHUT UP, Mr. Walking Pincushion!" Cordy shouted.

"Stop insultin' me!" Doyle shouted back.

"I'll insult you any way I want, you...you...icky blue-faced red-eyed
demon!"



"Half-demon! Half-demon!"

"Oh that's right. You're human on your mother's side. What about your

father then? Is he as ugly as your blue pin-cushiony face is? Or is he

uglier?!"

"Hey! Don't you be insultin' me father!"

"Whatever! You just stay away from me, DOYLE!"

"Look. Cordelia. I told you, more than once already, that what happened

wasn't my fault. We can work this out, I promise. Please don't throw our

relationship away over somethin' as unimportant as what my demon face looks

like."

"Relationship? Relationship?! AS IF?! What relationship?! We HAVE NO

RELATIONSHIP! How much have you been drinking anyway?! I know you are SO

hallucinating right now! You might have some kind of odd demon half-demon

whatever meets high school kind of crush on me and everything and I might

think you're slightly cute and I said SLIGHTLY but I SO do NOT love you! So

just stay away from me!"

"But, Cordelia! Please!"

"No! You can just forget it, Mister! We are SO through! Not that we had

anything going to begin with! Now STAY AWAY FROM ME! And I don't want you

touching me or kissing me EVER AGAIN! Are we clear on this?!"

"Uhhh...yeah...we're clear."

"GOOD! Now if you both will EXCUSE me, I would like to leave and go home

now! GOODNIGHT!" Cordy screamed, turning away from Doyle and stomping out

of the room and out of the building.

"Well, that was bracing." Angel said.

"I think that might be an understatement." Doyle said.

"I think you might be right. And she didn't even say Goodbye or Goodnight
to

me. That is weird."

"I blew it! I really blew it! What was I thinkin'?! This isn't going at

all like I had planned! Not that I actually had anythin' planned, but this

is still all wrong!"

"So, you ready to throw your hat in now?"

"My hat...it's still in the elevator...my hat! I forgot all about me hat!

Uhhh...no...I'm not ready to throw in me hat...not yet. Still don't know

what I'm going to do yet though. Think 'Delia's going to be mad at me for

the rest of my natural...or rather un natural life?"

"Hmmm...knowing Cordelia? I'm going to have to say...probably."

"I figured that. Don't worry. I've got it covered. I'm going to fix this.

Tomorrow, I'm going to talk to her and tell her how I feel and fix this."

"You already said that last part."

"I know. And I really mean it this time. I'm going to fix this. Well,

Night, Boss." Then Doyle walked out of the room and out of the building.



Part 2





And so passed more days of Doyle and Cordy not speaking to each other.
Angel

just smiled and shook his head, every time Doyle and Cordy would stare at

each other for long periods of time and then walk away again. It was
obvious

that Cordy was attracted to Doyle, sexually, despite all of her crude

comments to him. And the same went for the frustrated half-demon, but he

still couldn't seem to convey his feelings to the object of his affection.

The sexual tension was so evident between those two, that it was like a

living, breathing entity in the room. It floated through the air and

practically dripped down the walls. It was like a caged animal ready to

break loose.

Days and days passed...until...that fateful day when both Cordy and Doyle

both happened to be in the elevator at the same time. Now, normally nothing

would seem amiss about this, except for what happened while they were in
the

elevator.

They were heading down to Angel's apartment, to give Angel all the

information they had gathered, or that Doyle had gathered, involving the

city's newest demon, when they both ran into each other...literally...at
the

elevator at the same time.

"Oh! Cordelia! Excuse me." Then, when Cordy just stared at him angrily and

didn't say anything, Doyle simply said, "No. That's okay. Please. After

you, Princess.", and walked into the elevator behind her and pressed the

button.

"So, still not talkin' to me, eh? Didn't think so." Doyle said. All of a

sudden, there was a really loud sound of metal grating, and the elevator

stopped dead...pardon the horrible pun there...in between the office level

and basement apartment.

"Oh you've got to be kiddin' me! This can't be happenin'! I thought they

fixed this thing! Uhhh...Princess? Would you be so kind as to be gettin' us

some help here? Oh. Right. I forgot. Sorry. No. That's okay. Don't

move. Wouldn't want you to break a nail or anythin'. I'll handle it

meself." So, Doyle grabbed the phone and spoke really loud into it.

Actually, screamed into the phone would be more like it.

"BOSS! Angel! Uhhh...sorry to be screamin' at you like that, but I'm kind

of stuck in here. Yeah, this stupid idiotic piece of whatever you want to

call it got stuck again. Well I'm sorry. It's not like I wanted the

elevator to get stuck! I thought those guys fixed it after the last time
you

got stuck in it. Well could you call 'em and get 'em to get us out of here?

Unless you want to get us out of here yourself. Yeah I know you're used to

gettin' stuck in this thing, I know you got stuck in it like what? Three

times already? Five? Really? That many? And the worst part is, I'm stuck

in here with her. Yes, Cordelia. Who did you think I was talkin' about?

Have you been drinkin' any of my beer or whiskey by any chance? No. Okay.

Just makin' sure. No. She's still not talkin' to me. Yes. She's still mad

at me for the whole demon face thing. Look. I already told you. I got it

covered. Yeah. I know you heard that before, but I'm really going to talk

to her this time. Really! Okay. Fine. Just find those technician people

and get us out of here. Do I sound like I care what time it is? Just get us

out of here! If I have to stay in here one more minute with her not
speaking

to me, I'll go insane! Yeah. Okay. Same to you. Night. And it's not

funny! Don't you be laughin' at me! And no. I haven't tried kicking the

elevator and I really don't see how that will help. Goodbye." Doyle could

still hear Angel chuckling loudly as he hung up the phone. "Yeah, yeah.

Same to you too."

"So." Doyle said to a silent Cordy. "Looks like we're stuck in here until

those technician people decide to get their heads out of their asses and
come

and save us. Would you like to do anythin' to, you know, pass the time?

Well, don't you have anythin' you would like to say to me? Still not
talkin'

to me, huh? Didn't think so. Well, this is the most fun I've never had."

About three hours later....

"So. Cordelia. Still not talkin' to me? Guess not. You have to say

somethin' sometime you know. Talk to me! Please! Say somethin'!

Anythin'!" Doyle said, but Cordy just stood there against the wall of the

elevator opposite Doyle, with her arms folded across her chest, still

refusing to say one word.

"AAAHHH!" This time, Doyle was the one to scream, and not from fright

either. That is, unless you consider being stuck in an elevator with Cordy

to be a frightening experience, which could be, considering Cordy's
wonderful

personality. "OKAY! That's it! I can't take this anymore! All this quiet

is drivin' me crazy! If you won't be the one to make with the conversation,

then I guess I'll have to. I've wanted to do this for so long anyway. And

since we're stuck in here with each other until someone decides to get us

out, then I might as well tell you now what I've been trying to tell you
for

weeks. 'Delia. I like you a lot. No. Wait. That's not what I meant to

say. I more than like you a lot. I love you! I think you're really

beautiful and not to mention a real stiffener."

"WHAT?! You...you...DEMON PERVERT!!" Cordy screamed, making the whole

elevator vibrate.

"No! Wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean that! And I'm half-demon! HALF!

What I meant to say was...I love every about you. I love your hair. I love

your eyes. I love the way I can look into your eyes and drown in 'em. I

love your nice, long legs. I love your whole body. I love every part of

you. From the first day I saw you, I fell madly in love with you. There.

I've wanted to tell you this for so long, and now I've finally told you how
I

feel. Now, I think the real question would be, 'Delia, how do you feel?"

Doyle said.

"You...you...love me?"

"Yes. I love you. More than life itself."

"Why that is...the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me!"

"So, do you love me then? If not, then this whole out pouring was kind of

pointless."

"Well...I...okay, I will admit, you are kind of cute and you do have that

whole 'Hello Salty Goodness' part going for you well except for when you're

red eyes blue pin cushion face guy and..."

Doyle again interrupted Cordy by grabbing her by the shoulders and pressing

his lips to hers. "So, would you like to 'make out' right here in this

elevator? I don't see us getting out of here anytime soon." Doyle said,

when he pulled away from a red-faced, breathless Cordy.

"God! Is that all guys ever think about?!" Cordy said.

"So do you then?"

"Okay."

Cordy attacked Doyle, ravaging his mouth, while Doyle responded by parting

Cordy's lips and letting his tongue dance with hers. Their kisses became

more and more passionate with each passing minute and, before they knew it,

they were tearing each other's clothes off and exploring each other's
bodies.

Soon, all that could be heard from outside the elevator, was a lot of

moaning, groaning, screaming and loud thumping noises.

Just then, the elevator door opened to reveal Angel standing there, staring

wide-eyed and open-mouthed at a very naked Doyle and Cordy lying in each

other's arms on the elevator floor, in the most intimate of bodily
positions.

"AAAHHH!" Cordy screamed. "God, Angel! Perverted much?! If you didn't

notice, we happen to be VERY naked here! Don't you have an elsewhere to
be?!"

"Uhhh...hey, Boss. I took your advice. I finally was able to talk to

'Delia. Among other things."

"So I noticed." Angel said. "Well, I must say, this is a position I never

expected to see you two in. Actually, I expected it, just not this soon.

Impressive."

"Angel! If you don't mind! This is PRIVATE! And I'm still naked here! So

could you go away as in now?!" Cordy screamed, staring angrily at Angel.

"Yeah, Boss. We're kind of busy here. And we'd also like to finish. So, if

you'll excuse us." Doyle said, raining kisses along Cordy's neck and not to

mention every other part of her body.

"Well, it's nice to know I'm not needed here. So sorry I disturbed you two.

I'll leave you alone now. See you both in the morning." Angel said,

pressing the button and closing the elevator door.

"Thank you!" Cordy said.

"Now, 'Delia, where were we?" Doyle said.

"Hmmm...I believe we were...right about...OOOOHHHHH DDDOOOYYYLLLEEE!"

Angel walked into the study, grabbed a random book off of the shelf and sat

down in his chair. He opened the cover of the book and started to read. He

had no idea what book he was reading, nor did he care. He just wanted to
get

the disturbing image of his half-demon guide and mentor having sex with
Cordy

on the floor of the elevator.

Not that he didn't know it was going to happen, like he had told Doyle. The

way Doyle and Cordy had been looking at each other, and not to mention all

the time they had spent avoiding each other and not talking, it was bound
to

happen sooner or later.

"Actually, I'm glad it happened sooner rather than later." Angel said to no

one in particular, looking up from his book. "Maybe now, things will be

different between them...better...and it'll be a lot quieter around here."

"AAAHHH! DOYLE! Gross much?! Do you have to do the red eyes blue pin

cushion face thing when you...well when THAT happens?! That is SO ewww!"

"Cordelia! I told you I can't help it! It's somethin' that I have no

control over!"

"Yeah well can't you at least control your bodily functions for a little

while? And it looks like sneezing isn't the ONLY bodily activity that
brings

out your inner demon! Get away from me you...you...icky nonhuman thing! LET

ME GO!"

"Uhhh...'Delia? If you haven't noticed, we're kind of stuck here together
at

the moment. Bodily stuck. So would you mind relaxing so I can finish?"

"NO WAY! YOU UGLY DISGUSTING HALF-DEMON PERVERT! I'm getting out of here

NOW!"

"OOOOWWWW! 'Delia! Did you have to do that?! I'd like to keep that

particular part of my body attached thank you!"

"Well, you deserve that for going all pin-cushiony on me!"

"Hmmm...then again, maybe not. It looks like things aren't going to change

around here for a long time." Angel said.

"Cordelia! Wait! Come back! You still love me, right?!" Doyle screamed.

"NO WAY! I SO don't love you now! How can I, after THAT?! Get away from me

stay away from me and I don't want you touching any part of my body ever

again! I can't believe I actually kissed you! I can't believe I actually

had SEX with you! Eeeeeeewwwww!" Cordy screamed back.

"Oh yeah. It must be love." Angel smirked, going back to reading his book,

while Cordy and Doyle continued to scream back and forth to one another.



THE END