"I'm so sorry," Giles said after Cordy had told him Doyle's final heroic act. He patted her on the shoulder supportingly.
"So, we were wondering if you knew of a way to bring him back?" Angel asked.
"I don't know. I could look in my books."
"You do that," Cordy said. "I'll just..." Cordy looked around. "I don't know what I'll do."
"You'll help me," Giles said getting up from the couch.
Cordy made a face. "Oh, fun. Research. Why do I always have to research wherever I go? Angel turns to me in LA and you turn to me here. What's up with the world?!" She got up anyway and walked over to the bookshelf.
"I hope you can deal with her. I have a quick errand to run," Angel said and walked out the door.
"Where's he going?" Cordy asked with a book in her hand.
"I don't know..." Giles said looking a the door even after Angel closed it.
Angel walked to the dorm. He walked into Buffy and Willow's room. He waked to Buffy's bed. He leaned down beside her and shook her lightly.
She slowly opened her eyes. "Angel?" she whispered.
Angel glanced over at Willow who was sound asleep. "Can we go outside? I need to talk to you."
Buffy was half awake. "Ok," she agreed and got out of bed. She was fully awake by the time they walked in the hall. She had half a dozen questions for Angel. She started with a simple one. "Why are you back?"
"Uh... I need your help," Angel said.
"Why does everyone come to me when they need help? They just assume I'll help them. Even you. I never thought this would happen."
"What exactly is happening?" Angel asked her.
"You have never dropped by just to say 'hi, Buffy. How's it going?' It was obvious you only came to me because you needed me to fight something."
"That's not true-" Angel began.
"Oh, it's not? Then why haven't you been back until you had nasty evil to fight? And don't start about the whole Thanksgiving thing. That doesn't count because you were spying on me!"
"I was looking out for you."
"Whatever. The point is you didn't even bother letting me know you were in town."
"I just thought it would be easier-"
"Is that all you wanted? Wake me up and fight with me?" Buffy asked.
"I also came to you because my best friend gave up his life to save a bunch of half demons."
Buffy's voice softened. "Was that the friend that had visions?"
"How did you-" Angel started.
"Giles told me," she paused. "I'm sorry. I know what it's like to lose a close friend." Buffy was referring to Kendra. "How can I help?"
"Actually, I just came by to see if you forgave me, but since you asked, get Willow. We need all the help we can get for researching."
"You can come on in and wait while me and Willow get ready if you want," Buffy offered.
"Ok," Angel said. He followed Buffy into the dorm.
Cordelia closed the fifth book she had read. "There's nothing!" she laid her head back on the couch. "I think I'm getting a migrane from all this reading. Why can't you just get a computer?" she looked at Giles.
"Because computers-" Giles stopped mid-sentence as he turned the page in the book he was reading. He stared at the page in horror and shock. He said nothing. He looked sowly up at Cordelia.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You hate computers for some British reason. What's that about?" Cordy said.
"Cordelia. I think I found what we have been looking for," Giles said slowly and carefully.
"Really?! Well, let's do the spell. What are the supplies? I'll go get them." Cordelia got up.
"It's not a spell," he said quietly.
"Well, then what is it?" Cordelia took the book out of his hands and read it.
"Oh..." she said quietly.
"You can't do this," Giles said.
"If I have to die to get him back, I will."