Floyd is unsure why he was called Doyle. It just didn’t fit together. Except for the fact they nearly looked alike. There’s clear differences between Leckochen and Brachen, both sides had feuds and wars between them, which is more obvious than not. They had different physical features in demon form. If the soldier intended to annoy Floyd by calling him ‘Doyle’ before he slipped, then it was surely working.
After what seemed like forever (And eternity) , Floyd regains consciousness.
Floyd woke up in a bright room. His vision was blurry at first, but after blinking a few times everything came into focus. It felt like he hadn’t eaten in a few days. He saw two men standing there talking. Am I in the hospital? Floyd did not hear sounds a busy hospital would have. He figured he was somewhere that’s like a hospital but not quite it.
“I…I am not Doyle.” Floyd said, trying to push himself forward.
The first man, Donny Cachen, laughs.
“I told you so,Brack.” Donny said, as the man beside him (Who is Brack) takes out a couple dollars. “Pay up.”
Brack puts a couple dollars in Donny’s hand.
“…What kind of name is dat? ” Floyd asks, feeling well rested but hungry and thirsty. He could have been in hibernation for 6 months. “Dah name ‘Brack’, did yer parents run out of good names?”
Donny slaps his knee as Brack’s face becomes red.
“Be glad I can’t punch you.” Brack said, with a warning growl.
“Well ten…” Floyd starts counting his fingers. “Why did ya; Send an explosive, Let it detonate, call me Doyle, and where dah heck am I?”
He holds up four fingers.
“You are still in China.” Donny tells him.
“Annd?”
“It was the best way to get you.” Donny explains. “We have…” He clears his throat, stumbling in what he is trying to say. “We…Um…need your help.”
Floyd is mad.
“Ya could have called!” Floyd shouts, his left hand curls into a fist. “I wouldn’t be unable ta help, besides, I’m hungry. How long have I been out?”
Donny and Brack are silent.
“I want an answer.” Floyd said, in the voice he wouldn’t use with others.
Donny plays with his fingers.
“You’ve been out for over a…um…month.” Donny struggles to say this…in one breath.
Floyd’s eyes grew wide and rounded.
“I really hate ya,” Floyd said, as his eyes return to normal. “Ya know dat?”
Brack and Donny look down ashamed, as they mutter “Yes.”
~ ~
…Los Angelese…
…America…
“Is it usual for Angel to be grumpy?” Wesley asks Doyle, after Angel went into his office.
Doyle has a paperback book in his hands. He has this surprised reaction. Doyle hadn’t imagined someone like Wesley to ask him a question like this. Nor had he wanted this to be a moment. It is a good question. But…it sounded very ridiculous.
“Angel, grumpy?” Doyle said, with a laugh. “He’s broody. Not Mr.Grumpy all dah time.” Doyle shook his head. “Angel has his moments.”
Wesley turns his attention towards Doyle.
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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...
