Title: I am Here Author: Evil Lady Summary: When Willow is contacted by Doyle's ghost she runs to LA to seek Angel's help. Author's Note: Not part of the 'Willow, This is Doyle' series. This is a different version of how Willow and Doyle could have met. *Okay, I'm all set* Willow thought checking she had everything. She was sitting crossed legged on the floor with her sprite board in front of her. She turned off the lights and was in a circled of candles. She also locked the door to make sure that no one would bother her. *How do you like that, most girls watch soap operas or eat junk food to get over their ex's. And what do I do, I practice witchcraft* she thought. It's been a month since Oz left town and she has been trying all she can to get over it, but it was hard. It was Friday and Buffy invited to come with her to the Bronze, but she said no. Besides, she wanted to practice calling the sprite world. *Here goes nothing* she thought. She closed her eyes and started moving the pointer. "Can anyone hear me" she asked out loud. *Of all the questions to ask a dead guy and this is the best I can do* she thought. Then all of a sudden the pointed started spelling something. "I. . . AM" she read the words out loud, "HERE. . . WILLOW." "What?" she asked surprised. *How did it know my name* she thought. "How do you know my name?" she asked. Then the pointed to started to move again. Willow grabbed a pencil and note pad to write down the message. When she was done the message read: IM A FRIEND OF ANGEL *He. . . or she. . . knows Angel?" she thought. Then the pointer spelled out another message. H. . .E. . .L. . .P. . .M. . .E. "Help me" she said to herself. "But, how?" she asked. Then pointer again moved and she started writing. It read: GO TO LA FIND ANGEL "But who are you?" she asked are finally question. And the pointer moved one last time. "My. . . name. . . is. . . Doyle" she read the words. And then the windows burst open and the candles blew out. ******* Willow has turned on the light and was putting away her stuff in her wicca truck. When she was done still trying to think about her little incounter with the dead. *Should I help a ghost, I don't even know* she thought. She looked at the choices. One was the choice of doing it, I mean this ghost could be an evil demon or whatever and it's trying to trick her into helping him get out of hell or wherever he is. Then was the not doing it, he could be telling the truth and plus he said he knows Angel which is good. "Just so you know, I'm one of the good guys" a voice said all of a sudden. Willow jumped to her feet and looked around the room. "Who's there?" she asked. Then in a blink of an eye, a dark haired man appeared. Willow was figuring out whether or not to use her powers on him. "You know, using magick on a guest is a bit rude, especially if that person is *ghost* and asking for help" he said. "How did you know what I was thinking" she asked him. "When the living thinks of the dead, we can hear their thoughts" he said with a smile. "Oh" she said with a nodd. So, you're Doyle, right?" she asked making sure it was same ghost from earlier. "Yup, that would be me." he said giving a little wave. Willow stepped up to him and starting walking around him. "Like what you see, Red" he asked in a teasing voice. "So, you said you needed my help" she asked ignore his comment. "Yeah, you have to come with to LA" he said acting serious. "You mean right now" she asked. "Yeah" he said. "No way" she answered. "Hey, I told you I was a friend of Angel's" he said surprised by her answer. "Oh yeah, prove it" she said. *I don't believe this* he thought. He just stared at her and seeing the way she looked at him he could see, that he wasn't going to win this, so he might as well do it. "Okay," he started "Angel is 245 years-old, he was the worse of the worse of all vampires. He killed a gypie girl and they restored his soul to make him feel gulity about the things he had done. He met and fell in love with your friend, Buffy, the slayer. Then they one night, they end up...close. He turns bad again, starts killing. The slayer sends him to hell, right after *you* restore his soul again. He comes back from hell and he and Buffy are secretly seeing each other, but later on you guys find out about it. At first you're all worried, but you slowly trust him again. But then Angel decides to leave Sunnydale for he wanted a better life for her. And now he is a private detective in LA and Cordelia and me help him." "At least I helped until I was. . ." "Killed" she said finishing his sentence. "Yeah" he said. "Okay, so you're a friend, but what can I do" she asked. "Come with me to LA" he said. "Why" she asked. "To warn Angel" he said. "About what" she demanded. "The Deliver" he said. ~*~*~*~*~ "The what" Willow asked unsure what he said. "The Deliver" he repeated. "Who's that" she asked. "You ever heard of Nemsis" he asked. "Yeah, she was a hit woman for the gods in Greek Mythology" she said. "Well, the Deliver is ten times worse then her. Nemsis kills people who's done wrong. The Deliver kills for sport and every ten years he finds a victim to hunt. . ." "and its been ten years already and he chose Angel as his next target." Willow said finishing his sentence. "Exactly" he said. "How did you find out about all this" she asked. "The realm of the dead started talking about a vampire with a soul being next on the Deliver's list. I had to something to warn him but I didn't know what. Then I remeber Cordelia saying that they had a friend who's a witch, so after a while I found you" he said. "But why couldn't you just go to Angel directly instead of to me" she asked. "That's another thing, if I did, he won't be able to see or hear me. I've learned that only witches can see ghosts" he replained. "So, Willow, I'm begging you to come with me, otherwise Angel could die" he added. Willow looked him in the eye and saw his concern for Angel. She felt the same for her long time friend."Let's go" she answered. *Back in LA* Cordelia is tossing and turning in her bed trying to get to sleep. She wakes up feeling warm. She gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom. She turns on the sink and washes for face. As she reaches for a towel, pain entered her head from an incoming vision. "No, not now" she cried grabbing the sink for support. She saw Willow. . . Angel fighting someone powerful with some tattoo. . . and Doyle?! When the vision stopped she panted and slowly slumped on the floor. *Is Doyle alive* she thought.Wheather he was alive or not it involed Willow too. Cordelia got up and headed for the phone to call Angel. As waits for someone to answer, she doesn't see the dark figure looking outside her window. She somehow sensed something turned toward her window only to find no one there. "Hello" a voice answered on the phone. "Angel, its me" she said. "Cordelia" he asked. "Yeah, we got trouble" she answered.