Doyle had got shot at his shoulder from the Theatre shooting. Wesley voluntarily drove Cordelia home. But taking out the bullet was not difficult for Doyle (Who treated it like it was just a scratch). Doyle refused going to the hospital. If he wasn’t going to the hospital then Angel would take the bullet out. It was the least he could do for Doyle, who had done the same for him after being shot at by Russell’s gunman in the beginning of Angel Investigations.
“I thought you weren’t allergic to theatres.” Angel said, dropping the bullet into a plastic and gray rounded bowl.
Doyle sighs, relieved it’s finally over. He puts pressure on the bleeding shoulder. Wait…did I just say theatre? Doyle provides pressure on it long enough to wrap gauze around his shoulder. Great that hurt a lot more than it should had. He could see it slightly get red on the lightly white wrapping,.
“Well…” Doyle then makes an excuse…Well more like a fib. “Somebody had cat fur on tem.”
Doyle puts on a clean shirt (That he kept in a desk) while his crunched up, bloody shirt is in a basket.
“…Doyle, you don’t have cat allergies,” Angel reminds him.
Doyle somewhat shrugs.
“I felt comfortable with myself,” Doyle said. “And dat movie,” He shook his head. “Man, I see why Wesley suggested Dragon Heart.”
“…Dragon—what?” Angel repeats, a bit confused people were making movies involving dragons. Hadn’t they been afraid of Dragons since…forever ago? Well they may be becoming fearless at this point but not too bold.
His friend, Doyle, is living proof that some people are still afraid of demons.
“Dat was some pretty nifty CGI on dah dragon.” Doyle goes on to explain Dragon Heart for Angel.
In interrogation…
…9:24 AM...Next morning..
Doyle is being questioned by Detective Kate Lockely. He assumed it was for the theatre shooting. The lights in the interrogation room are fine but the window is obvious to Doyle that other people are watching them. She came into the room holding a tan file. Something about her mood told Doyle this might be the time where he could tell her about being half demon.
Kate is holding coffee in her other hand.
“I swear, I wasn’t in dah theatre.” Doyle swore, raising his right hand up. Brachen’s could heal faster than humans (Which allowed him to take off the gauze just an hour ago). This allowed him to be out of the hospital for however long. “Tey got me confused with somebody else.”
“What theatre?” Kate asks, sitting down on a chair holding a tan folder with paper sticking out from the sides.
Kate puts her coffee cup on the table.
Doyle’s face relaxes, as does his fingers and shoulders. His back goes against the chair he is sitting on. Good, Doyle thought in relief, Tey don’t know about dah theatre. Doyle puts his hands on the table similar to a kid who’s preparing to play with his fingers. Tey must tink dah demon’s dead as pixie dust.
“Nevermind.”
“Doyle, I asked you here for questioning because…”
“Tere’s a lead on dat mistaken identity?”
Kate sent him a ‘don’t-you-interupt-me’ warning glare.
“No.” She said, in a sharp but efficient reply. Kate puts the file on the table. Her mood changed from investigative to searching for answers. “Why…why didn’t you tell me that Mr.Jefferson McCoy was your brother?”
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Angel - City of Fear
FanfictionDoyle didn't have much with him, even after death. If he even decided to make something else as a neat reminder of him it probably would have been gone in a night. An Irish, half-bred demon who received visions from The Powers That Be. Angel and Cor...
