TITLE: Heroic Guardian Angels
AUTHOR: Ragna (Obsessive-Compulsive Spike - WritingGoddess@aol.com; SpikeGrrl1@aol.com)
RATING: PG
CLASSIFICATION: Doyle/Buffy, eventually.
SUMMARY: Buffy goes to Heaven and meets up with Doyle, who's now a Guardian Angel.
SPOILERS: All of Season 4 BtVS/Season1 A:tS.
DISTRIBUTION: Any sites with my fic up; you all have unspoken permission. I write it, you can post it. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me know.
ARCHIVED AT: http://www.envy.nu/allthepain/index.html
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. Various friends of mine are holding characters hostage. You may see them by appointment only.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Finally, another part. And heeeeere's another character
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"No!"

"Look, you have to do this. Trust me."

Anya glared at Larry. "You do it first."

Larry rolled his eyes. "I *can't* do it. It's not my mirror."

"Well, Doyle could use Buffy's mirror."

"Yeah, but Doyle had the higher ups permission."

"But I don't want to look. Who knows what Xander might be doing?"

"I think you're more worried about *who* he might be doing," Larry muttered.

"Would you too stop," Giles muttered.

Merrick nodded. "Aren't they frightful?"

"Very," he said. "Anya exactly what is the problem?"

"She's scared," Doyle said, leaning on the doorjamb. "It happens sometimes...just don't push it for now. She can work on helping you watch Jonathan."

"And how's she supposed to do that?"

"That's for you to figure out, Larry."

***

Buffy sat on her bed, staring into her mirror. She didn't want to view anything, just look at herself.

Doyle had said Angel had a good chance of coming up there when he finally died again. It wasn't unusual for vampires that helped others to go there before their ultimate fate was decided. Gave them a chance to even things up, he'd said.

But the knowledge that her first lover, the one the largest part of her heart belonged to, might be able to be with her for eternity didn't make her feel any better about being dead.

"Buffy?"

She turned around, seeing Jenny standing in the doorway. "Are you okay? I mean, Giles was getting worried."

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said quietly.

Jenny walked in. "Can I sit down?"

"Sure."

Jenny sat on the bed next to Buffy. "You have the largest mirror around here, you know? Larger than any of the other Slayers."

"There are other Slayers here?"

Jenny nodded. "A few. Most of them get their well deserved rest when the person they're watching dies, but a few stay on, watching those that desperately need it." She smiled slightly. "You should meet some of them."

"Maybe I will...later."

Jenny sat there for a few more moments before standing up again. "Anything I can do?"

"Can you get Doyle?"

She nodded, leaving and shutting the door behind her. Buffy went back to looking at the mirror, waiting for Doyle to bring some goodness back into her day.

***

"Hey, Doyle," Jenny said as she approached Anya's room.

"Yeah, lass?"

"Buffy wants you."

"Is she all right? I mean..." Doyle asked, uncrossing his arms and moving away from the doorjamb towards the direction of Buffy.

"She's fine, just depressed." Jenny sighed. "Are they still fighting?"

"Yeah. Maybe you can talk some sense into Anya. She won't look in on Xander in her mirror."

Jenny nodded as Doyle walked towards Buffy's room. He opened the door, and stopped in his tracks.

Spike was on Buffy's bed, holding her lightly as she cried.