askahalfdemon:

“Quit squirming, ye’ll ‘urt yerself more.” Doyle closed his eyes and waited for her rant to be over. Although her didn’t appreciate the shouting. He open her eyes as she continued. “Will ye shut yer mouth fer a moment? Don’t ye think I understand the stress of the situation? And with yer shouting that means they’ll come quicker ta check on us. Do ye ever think? If ye need to say something do it quiet like.” He knew that he shouldn’t snap at her but he could only do so much in his current situation.

“Look I’m sorry and ye can let me ‘ave it after we get outta ‘ere. Understand? Right now I need ta think about ‘ow ta get out. Need ta think where we are and ‘ow ta get free.” Doyle started to look around the room. There had to be something to clue him into where they were taken. Also how likely it was for Angel to find them.

Cordelia shot a withering glare in Doyle’s general direction, but listened to his request for the first time that day and stayed silent. This situation reminded her much too closely of her last kidnapping by that invisible girl– Marcie, right?– years ago in high school; only this time, there was no Slayer conveniently hanging around to kick butt and save the day. She and Doyle were on their own.

At least this time she wasn’t the direct target. Though she was probably their kidnappers’ bargaining chip to get Doyle to do what they wanted– which, in a way, was even more alarming. "Any plan yet, genius?” she hissed, a nauseating mix of fear and anger curdling in her stomach.

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