DISCLAIMER:
I don't own Angel or Lindsey. They belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy.
Though I wish I did own them.
Title: Helping the
Enemy
Summary: Angel has to go to Lindsey for help
though he doesn't want to.
Rating: PG and may end up R
later on. Slash will be implied.
Pairing:
Angel/Lindsey
WARNING: If you don't like the idea of
two males together then don't read.
Lindsey sat on
stage within the demon bar, Caritas. He came here often to sing away
his troubles. The troubles that were caused by the people around him,
mainly the people he worked with. Wolfram and Hart had been running
him ragged. And he wasn't sure how much more of it he could take. But
he wouldn't let himself crack under pressure. It just wasn't his
style. Giving Lorne a nod he propped his guitar up on his knee and
closed his eyes, starting the chords for his favorite song among all
of them that he'd ever sang. 'Sweet Carolina Rain'....
'It's
wetter when the spring rolls along
It's hotter than hell when we
met last fall
It gets better and better every time we touch
A
sticky situation we're in
Trapped in the car and it's raining
again
And girl every time it stops
Lord, I miss it so much
And
I want to take the top off
And throw it in the barn, man
And
just put it in drive
And run in to that sweet Carolina
rain
Yeah, that sweet Carolina rain
We drive on out to the
river again
Just praying to God my ship comes in
I'm just a
modern-day Tom but an old Huck Finn
Get my guit - pick her out the
trunk
Get the pick, boy, just to bring me some luck
And I'm
gonna sweep her off her feet like the southern wind
It's really
coming down now
Yeah, well, it's really coming down now
That
sweet Carolina rain
Yeah, that sweet Carolina rain
Soaking
wet in the middle of the afternoon
A little honky-tonk in every
blaring ride
Playing "David Allen Coe please come to Boston"
tune
Yeah, reaching for a little piece of that pie
A brave man
lost feel of the rain on his face
About to it eat up now
The
preacher man's daughter said I was born again
I'm a little
spuerstitious now
Driving down the road going a hundred and
ten
Bragging to your mama's little boy he's a man
You swear
you'll never feel that way again
Now, now, until you're back in
that sweet Carolina rain
Yeah, that sweet Carolina rain
Ah,
that sweet Carolina rain
Yeah, that sweet Carolina rain'
When
he was done singing, his eyes scanned the crowd and he stopped dead.
There standing in the doorway was none other than his rival, his arch
enemy, Angel. The one master vampire he'd been trying to stay away
from. The one he couldn't handle seeing. Because he knew if he saw
him that he'd want him. And not in a way that a man should want
another man. He kept denying that he lusted after Angel...but it was
true. The master vampire made his insides do flips, made him just
want to walk over to the older man and pledge his undying love, lust
or whatever it was to him.
Sighing a bit to
himself, he stuck his guitar in his case and headed over to the bar,
sitting down. He did his best to ignore the brooding vampire. The
lawyer was about ready to order when a $20 dollar bill was laid on
the bar and he heard that unmistakable voice.
"Pig's
blood for me and whatever he's having." Angel stated sitting
down at the bar and paying no attention to the lawyer. He could smell
the lust coming off of Lindsey.
The lawyer sighed a bit to
himself before looking at the bartender,"Red Devil." Then
he turned slightly in his chair to look at the vampire. "Thanks."
A
growl erupted from the master vampire. He hated that he had to do
this. But he couldn't rest nor get anything done when Wolfram and
Hart kept bothering him, kept sending their people after him. "I
need your help, Lindsey."
TBC...