Ficlet for crimsonsenya

[druffine]

Sweetie..
I am sorry, it refused to go where I wanted. I don't know if you're happy with it.





beta as always by the wonderful joolzmp7!



From the script to Angel the Series: Not fade away

LORNE: It's not about what I think. This was Angel's plan.
LINDSEY: Come on. (smiles) I could sing for you.
LORNE: I've heard you sing.
(he takes out a gun with a silencer and shoots Lindsey twice in the chest)
LINDSEY: Why-why did you...
LORNE: One last job. You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never will be.
LINDSEY: You kill me? A flunky?! I'm not just... Angel...kills me. You don't... Angel...
(his rapid breathing comes to an end as his body goes limp)
LORNE: Good night, folks.
(drops gun on floor as he walks out)

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Moments later Lindsey's body arches in pain and he sucks in a loud, shuddering breath.

"That hurt." He coughs out between painful chuckles.

He needs a long time but finally he is on his feet again. The bullet wounds feel like much bigger holes throughout his body. He congratulates himself on the successful plan, he'd never thought it would work.

He tries to get over the sharp pain deep inside. Angel had rejected him in the last possible moment, even went so far as to order someone to kill him, probably losing his chance of redemption in doing so - no matter whether Lindsey was/is/will be evil in the eyes of Angel or the powers or Wolfram & Hart; in his own heart, Lindsey is the corrupted innocent, the one who'd taken advantage of those who took advantage of him. Swimming with sharks or something like that. Eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed.

He staggers out of the building onto the streets. In the darkness, the battle noise seems to come from all around him, demons and people fighting and screaming.
It's worrying him. It should be over by now and Lindsey frowns. This is not good, not good at all.

He takes a step forward with trembling legs and is promptly run over.

A slender body with red streaked hair and shredded clothes lands on top of him. Lindsey groans in pain and tries to find words around it until he is face to face with feral anger and well known cheekbones.

"You!" Spike spits out through gritted teeth. The vampire sniffs and one of his hands wanders over Lindsey's chest, poking and prodding until the former lawyer loses his control and cries out in pain, tears building in the corner of his eyes.

"What the hell happened to you?" Spike asks and brings the hand that's now coated with Lindsey's blood to his mouth, licking it slowly, tasting the pain and fear in it. "You're not dead, but you should be. You taste dead."

"Really sorry not to meet your eating preferences." Lindsey glares.

"Oh no, mate. Didn't say a dead man wouldn't fulfil my desires, did I?" Spike smirks and jumps to his feet easily, looking down at the person who gave him hope to have worth in the world and to belong somewhere after he got the soul and then.. then Angel took it away again, calling it fake and wrong and generally not a destiny Spike could possible have.

"Who was with you?" Spike asks, curious whether the loss would hit him as deeply as Fred's departure.

"Lorne." Spike shakes his head. Demon, green, annoying and too damn curious with all the singing stuff. No, no mourning for that one then, he turns to go. "But.."

"But what?" Spike sneers, searching for the pack of cigarettes he knows he already threw away empty. This sucks, he doesn't want to do this, is sick of apocalypse and death and the nagging doubt of doing things right or right right or wrong or acceptable wrong and what are causalities even?

"He did this."

"Bloody hell." Spike laughs. "Bad joke, Doyle. You're getting pathetic in your last moments?" Spike shrugs. "Don't you know - in the end it doesn't matter, dying is a solo gig."

"Angel's plan. I am not part of the solution, I never was." Lindsey rasps out in desperation, hoping that the slip in the name is indication of Spike's opinion of him now. If he is still Doyle, he falls into the almost-friendly-banter-drinking-buddy-category and not the leave-lying-bastard-to-die-category.

Spike freezes. Sounds like Angel. This can't be right. If you decide to be on Angel's side, he protects you. Nobody is expendable, not enough fighters for the good, never enough.

"No.. not very convincing. I'm off." Spike makes to turn away but is caught in Lindsey's gaze. Troubled dark blue with the tint of death. Still or almost? Who can tell?

"Where are you off to?" Lindsey asks, voice hoarse.

"Have to find the brat, Angel wants me to get him out of L.A., out of the reach of terror." Spike laughs. "Said it was my last job."

When Lindsey hears those words, he chokes up and continues staring at Spike, willing him to see the truth, the destiny of those who are expendable.

"No, mate. You're wrong." Spike takes two steps back, shakes his head, feeling cold inside suddenly.

Sire - Teacher - Lover - Abuser - Enemy - tentative Friend at times but..

"Expendable?" He muses out loud and Lindsey laughs, strangled and groaning in pain but laughs nonetheless.

"Ever heard of two Supermen, two Spidermen, two fucking Batmen?" Lindsey frowns.. "You know what I mean."

Indeed, Spike knows what Lindsey means. Thinks about it a lot, thinks about that and not a lot of different things but that. In comics the two superheroes always end up being greatest enemies after one of them went barmy.

"So.." Lindsey coughs. "you've got to find his son and bring him out of harm's way?" The ex-lawyer slowly gets to all fours, pushing himself up on his knees, gathering up strength to make it to his feet.

"Find his son, get him out of the city." Spike answers without thinking, staring dumbly at his feet and wishing he didn't know about this, could go back to feel honoured, to be trusted with Angel's son.

"He didn't ask for you to come back, did he?" Lindsey whispers, talking as if Spike was a scared kid and pushes himself up to his feet-- which give out immediately but Spike is there, one arm around his waist, one hand holding Lindsey's arm tight over his slender shoulders.

Spike feels Lindsey's breath on his cheek and realizes too late that Lindsey is a lot broader than him, that pressed to the warm body, Spike is the one feeling embraced and welcome. Spike fights his demon's need to growl and fight the submission and keeps staring straight ahead.

"D'you know where to find the brat?" Spike starts walking, dragging Lindsey with him.

"Computer access and I can find out." Lindsey whispers and keeps watching Spike's profile. Maybe he had concentrated on the wrong vampire too long.

"You gonna tell me why you're not dead?"

"Was dead."

"That I figured. Some mixy-voodoo-mushy-magic again?"

"A binding spell, kinda." Lindsey wonders why he tells Spike, he shouldn't, really shouldn't.

"So I have to kill Angel to off you too?" Spike shoves Lindsey up against a wall, holds him upright with his body while he looks around the corner.

"Both of us, same minute. Otherwise we just wake up and the fight goes on."
"Neat." Spike answers distractedly. "Over the street is an internet café but there is a group of demons lurking in front of the sex club beside it. I'll take care of that, then come and get you."

Spike pulls away but Lindsey holds on to the duster and their gazes meet.
"Promise?" Lindsey whispers brokenly. He has reached his limits. He is wounded and tired and just emotionally drained.

Spike studies the ex-lawyer for a long while, then tangles his hand in the long light brown hair and pulls hard, making Lindsey's head bang against the wall and tears flow from his eyes.

"If you ever lie to me, I'm gonna kill you in the most painful ways over and over again." Spike growls right into Lindsey's face.
Hope flares up in the man's eyes. "Not gonna lie to you." He reassures the vampire quickly, his dark blue eyes holding the golden gaze without flinching.

"Good." Spike says eventually and when he pulls back this time, Lindsey lets him go.
Before he rounds the corner Spike turns around, a truly diabolical smirk on his face.

"Oh and Linds.. I'm gonna kill you every night from now on. Gonna bite you, drain you, kill you, maybe fuck you even. You'll love it. I promise."

Lindsey passes out.

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In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me I’m surprised it got so (far)

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Comments

[druffine.livejournal.com]

*relief*
Oh fuck yeah, they are hot together.
Don't know about more, will see, have to finish other things first.

So great you don't think this sucks! Thanks.