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016: Doyle Ficlet

Title: Apollo's Gift
Author: Kelly
Rating: PG
Word Count: 342
Prompt: 016: Wash, Tara, Doyle
Characters/Pairing (if any): Doyle, Cordelia, Angel
A/N: If you don't know it is not up for voting yet...



Seers were always on a short timetable.

Doyle remembered one time, sitting in this Greek restaurant, waiting for his bookie. He was reading one of those myths of ancient Greece placemats. It was all about Cassandra. Cursed with visions, nobody believed her, went crazy, and died. Pretty standard life for a Seer.

Everybody that worked for The Powers died young. Just the way it was. Take the Slayers for instance. Never saw one of those girls living past the ripe old age of 25. Champions too. Unless they were of the souled vampire type and even then, they got maybe a couple more years once they got Power’ed employed. Seers, dime a dozen. Living to thirty without the back of your head getting blown out was a luxury.

Being half demon helped, made it a little easier. Not much though. Maybe they never let you live long because of all the suffering. Has to drive someone insane, feeling all the pain of this city. Makes you lose hope.

He could have died a thousand times since finding this Champion, Angel. Had his brains eaten and fried, had his eyes torn out. Not to mention all the nightly fights with vampires and demons, saving those helpless people, trying to find redemption other than at the bottom of a bottle.

He never expected to go this way.

Walking towards Cordelia’s desk, finally getting up the courage to ask her out, he felt himself veering off to the left. He couldn’t feel his side and his mouth felt strange. He was numb all over. He fell to the ground. He tried to tell Cordelia to stay away but he couldn’t speak. Dialing 911, it was too late. This was it. Brain wasn’t blowing out, it was blowing in.

Then things went dark. He was gone by the time Cordelia started the CPR. Angel was no help, just standing there dumbfounded as Cordelia signed her death warrant. With her breath of life, he gave her the kiss of death.

Seers were always on a short timetable.

Comments

Aww, thank you! I had to do the angst. It was just calling for it. Can't have a happy ending in the Whedonverse. LOL
I like the point just don't get the ending. I say that because I remember that he died sacrificing himself to save Cordelia.
You really need to read the prompts when they come up each week. It might help you understand things a little better. I am not trying to be mean but it seems like I spend a lot of time explaining the prompts to you.

This month is about What if character X never died, what if character X came back, how did the gang mourn for character X, and what was heaven/like for character X.

I did what if Doyle didn't die in Hero. He would have died eventually.
Ok, no I got the prompt. It was just because you did the die later is what confused me was all. I didn't get if you were doing a what if or a bring out your dead one.
Wow... that was beautiful
Thank you so very much. :) I was in a mean mood this week to poor Doyle.
Hehe, I somhow managed to skip you when I went through and commented on everything. LOL. You already got my comments on this one anyway.

I do really like this one, even though poor Doyle still doesn't get the girl. You just had to kill him off before he got a proper chance didn't you?
My world is cold and cruel this week. LOL

Maybe I will write something funny for next week. Something where someone gets the girl. Or the boy. Or they get a shiny new nickel! :)
Angel started throwing everything in the room around, breaking medical supplies. He was pissed. Cordelia was dead, and it was all his fault. He couldn't save her. Suddenly, he leaned over, entranced by something on the floor.
He just found a bright, shiny new nickel! His day had no where to go but up.
Giving a smile, he pocketed the nickel...


;) Awesome fic, btw :$ A bit short, but accurate =)
LOL Now that would make a good drabble!
Wow this was a perfect Doyle ficlet. Amazing job.
Thank you so very much. I am glad you enjoyed it.
Well, wasn't that just the most depressing fic in the world? ;) No hope, no love, no life. Wow. I need a drink.

Great job. :P
Come on over. I am making up a pitcher of Sangria. LOL I need a drink too after writing that. Sure, Sangria, girly drink but drink enough, it gets the job done. :)
I love the line

"With her breath of life, he gave her the kiss of death. "
That was my fave line that I wrote out of there as well. I am glad that I wasn't the only one. (Though Sarah really liked it too. :) )
OMG Kelly that was you know i hate you right, such talent over so many things.

It could at least be shared around LOL.

This was amazing i have to say it one more time OMG
Nicely done!
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