Author: Madziuda
Title: Queen of the Irish fairies  (To be changed ---- if you
have any ideas PLEASE let me know)
Rating: PG?
Disclaimers: Almost all characters used in this story are the property
of Joss Whedon, the WB, 20th, Mutant Enemy, and some other people whose 
names I don’t really remember.
Summary:  After breaking up with Cordy Doyle thinks that he is not 
worth loving…Fortunately some red-headed witch comes to LA and things 
are slowly changing.
Feedback: Don’t make me beg…. It depends on you and your opinion if 
this story will have another parts…so…pretty please?
Author’s Note: Okay, this is my first English fiction so please be 
kind. I’m Polish so my English isn’t very good and you may actually 
find here some mistakes (both grammar and spelling) –especially in last 
few lines which were not beta read. Anyways I wanted to thank my 
wonderful betareader Suzanne from WillowDoyleFic list.
Author’s Note 2: Please write to me at madziuda@poczta.fm and tell me 
if it’s worth continuing


~*~*~*~*~

Dear Doyle,

Hello…uhm…I’m fine. The movie is great and the crew is wonderful. I
really Do enjoy the time spent here and I hope you’re not bad yourself
in LA… As you can obviously see I really SUCK at writing letters, so I
guess it will be much better if I just get to the point…The reason why
I’m writing to you is that I want to tell you that I’m…I’m breaking up
with you, Doyle. It’s over. There’s no us anymore…I’m sorry…I’ve met
somebody here and I’m in love with him – I really am. And no, he’s not a
demon (not that I don’t like demons) and I’m not under any kind of spell
either.

I know I should have done it different way. I should have come to LA and
tell you it straight into your eyes, but that would mean that would have
to watch as your heart’s breaking and I’m too much of a coward to do
so…It would be too painful for both of us…

You should know that I still love you – nothing will ever be able to
change that…It’s just…a different kind of love I suppose…Before I’ll end
up this letter I want you to know how grateful I am for all that you’ve
done for me: for your love, affection and patience. I want to thank you
for helping me to become a better person. A person who is able to love
and who is worth loving

    Always yours,
     Cordelia Chase


~*~*~*~*~

"It’s over, isn’t it?" Doyle asked Angel already knowing the answer.
He received this letter over a month ago and despite of Cordelia’s
assurances he’s done everything he could to make sure that the guy she
has fallen for wasn’t a creature of the Hellmouth kind. He wasn’t. In
fact Cordy’s fiancé was a wonderful man who has nothing in common with
the forces of darkness.

Now sitting in Angel’s office Doyle was slowly losing all the hope he
had inside. He couldn’t really believe in this whole situation. Things
between him and Cordy had been so good these last few months. They
started going out about a week after that fateful night when he almost
got killed turning off the Scourge’s machine. They had been almost
inseparable ever since that Monday. Things between them looked so
serious that Angel was sure that in a few months time they would end up
as a happy marriage with the whole bunch of children. It never happened.
Two months ago Cordy got a role in some European movie and had to go to
Italy for a month or so. She’s never came back. Why? Well, I guess the
letter pretty much explains everything…

"I’m hopeless," continued Doyle.  "I mean I’m not even 30 yet and I’ve
already lost two women I loved the most…First Harry, now Cordy…And I
can’t even blame it on my demonic roots…I have to face the fact that I’m
simply not man enough to keep a girl by my side."

"Doyle…"

"No, Angel, don’t tell me how wrong I am…don’t lie to me. I don’t need
any lies. I can bare the truth. I’ve got what I’ve deserved – I’m not
worth being loved…" with these words Doyle stood up and headed towards
the exit of Angel’s office. Before he managed to walk out of it he heard
behind his back Angel’s calm voice.

"I would never lie to you, Doyle. I have this one rule – I never lie to
my friends and you’re one of them. I won’t tell you that everything will
be okay now because that’s nothing I can be sure of. But what I have to
remind you of are the fact that you haven’t lost Cordy and Harry,
they’re still there for you whenever you need them just like I am. But
that’s not my point. What I wanted to tell you is that one day you will
meet someone who was meant just for you, and you’re gonna be happy….
Doyle didn’t even turn around to look at the vampire. He just said, “I
seriously doubt it” and left the building leaving Angel alone with his
thoughts.


~*~*~*~*~

Few weeks have passed since that conversation and things have kinda
changed in Angel’s Investigation’s. To be more specific – DOYLE has
changed. He was now spending his whole time at the office helping Angel,
researching, reading ancient prophecies and waiting for his infamous
mind wrenching migraines. He has concentrated at his work so much that
he hardly ever slept. He even stopped visiting his favorite pubs and
drinking alcohol, remembering and finally agreeing to his ex-wife’s
words “This stuff does you no good Francis” This quite sudden change of
behavior made Angel pretty concerned about the little Irishman. He
missed good old Doyle and would do pretty much anything to have him back
alive and kicking. The question was what on earth would make Doyle want
to live again…

The answer came one sunny morning with a single knock at the door
"I’ll get it" called Doyle from the upper office and rushed to the door
opening them widely to see red-haired young woman with a suitcase in one
hand.


~*~*~*~*~

This past school year wasn’t any good for Willow Rosenberg either. In
fact it was probably one of the worst years in her entire life. All she
believed in has fallen into pieces and couldn’t be brought back to its
previous glory at any cost. Her boyfriend killed another werewolf in
front of her and wanted to make a snack of her, her two best friends
were too busy with their love lives to devote her much time, former bad
ass vampire-now impotent tried to kill her and from all of this things
she ALMOST fell in love with a GIRL. No wonder that all she dreamed of
now was to get out of the Sunnydale for some time. The only problem was
that she didn’t really have anyplace to go…it took her one month of the
really hard thinking to realize that she has friends in LA. Or since
Cordelia moved out to Europe she should rather say ONE
Friend in LA. His name was Angel and she was going to visit him in order
to help him reorganize the office after Cordelia’s departure.

The day when she knocked on the Angel’s Investigation’s door was
supposed to be the day that would change her entire life.


~*~*~*~*~

Fire. The wall of fiery red hair encircling small round face with big
green eyes and shy but wide smile. That’s what Doyle saw when he’d
opened the door for Willow.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

"Hi!" He heard her cheerful and bit nervous voice. The voice that
could belong to the queen of the Irish fairies.

"Hello. What can I do for ya’?" He finally spoke letting her into the
office.

"Uhmm…I’m looking for Angel, is he in?" She asked looking at Doyle
carefully.

"Yes…he’s downstairs brooding as always. Want me to call him?"

"Yes…please?"

Doyle nodded and and headed towards the elevator and bent over it
"Angel!! There’s someone to see you!!!" he shouted into the elevator’s
hole and then came back to the young visitor, taking another long look
at her. *Wow* he thought *she really is something*

She was beautiful – he noticed it right away – but her beauty wasn’t
ordinary. Sure, she was slim, had long legs and all, but, well, there
were hundreds of girls outside that had the same and he’d never really
bothered to give them another look. No, the way she looked like was  way
beyond anything he knew on earth. The secret of her unusual beauty laid
in her face, her eyes, mouth, her hair…even her nose was pretty. She
smiled at him. God, her smile was like the spring sun, full of natural
warmth, lightening not only her face but also her whole surrounding, her
eyes were like the chests in which someone had hidden the world’s
greatest treasure. Looking into those deep green eyes long enough one
could see the girl’s  heart and  soul smiling down on him. Her nose
slightly bent upwards gave her face the mischievous yet adorable
expression of a girl with strong character. Her face was full of
emotions. It was alive, so very alive…Doyle couldn’t remember seeing
something like that in his entire life. And her hair…He could swear they
were on fire. They were so extraordinary yet so familiar – they reminded
him of home. All in all this girl with her fair skin, green eyes and red
hair seemed to come from the beautiful and mysterious world of Irish
fairy tales…She was…

"Willow!" Angel’s cheerful cry interrupted Irishman’s further thoughts

"Angel, hi" the girl smiled at his sight and waved a tiny hello. She
was about to say something more but finding herself in vampires strong
hug made it difficult to do so

Now, Doyle was really confused

"Okay…so…you two know each other……" he asked slowly when Angel finally
let Willow out of his embrace.

Angel looked at his friends with a disbelief as if he was asking about
something as oblivious as the fact that the Earth was round.

"Doyle, this is *Willow*" he emphasized her name.


TBC