Disclaimer: I do not own Angel or Highlander, they are owned by their collective companies and I'm making no money from this.
(This is only my second time every writing a fanfic, I know it sucks but bare with me. The next chapter will be longer. Reviews, ideas, feed back are all welcomed)
Summary: (Angel/Highlander crossover) Lindsey McDonald isn't as dead as he thoughts. When he wakes up to discover just how alive he is, what will happen? This is about his battle to destroy Angel, losing the love of his life, and discovering what he truely is. How will he accept the help of our favorite highlander? All this and more
"Come on." Lindsey said slowly, a smile gracing his lips. "I could sing for you." He's glad to be part of a team, to be doing good for a change. But it's not enough. "I've heard you sing." Came the reply of someone who had been his partner only moments ago. Lorne has already produced a gun with a silencer from his jacket, he doesn't hesitate to shoot Lindsey twice in the chest. "Why...why did you..." Lindsey managed to get out, blue eyes looking down at his own wounds as he stumbles backwards. "One last job. You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never will be." The words are cold, though the demon speaking them visably has a hard time believing that they're the truth. "You..kill..me?" Lindsey questioned, his body collapsing onto the floor. His shirt has a large crimson stain on it now, he's bleeding to death at a quick rate. "A flunky? I'm not just...Angel...kills me. You don't...Angel..." His rapid breathing comes to an end as his body finally goes limp, life leaving him.
That was how it happened. The death of Wolfram and Hart's former golden boy, it ended a way that Lindsey McDonald never saw coming. But not all things are set in stone, death isn't always final. In a world where demons come and go, portals take you to other dimensions, it isn't hard to believe that other mythical creatures or ideals actually exist. Inside the remnants of a former demon lair, what has come to end has the ability to start over again. A once dead body jolts with a new spark of life, anyone could see the pain and confusion ethced on his face. Frantically, his gasps for the oxygen that his body demands of him. His lungs feel as if they're going to burst from the deprivation, he can feel the warmining sensation of blood once again pumping through his veins. The first time you come back to life is always the most painful. It takes minutes for the cold effects of death to leave his body, allowing him for the first time since this all began to form coherent thoughts once more.
He quickly unbuttons his shirt to discover that his chest shows no indication of his death. No scars, no bruising, just natural tan skin. What's...going on? The question is pounding inside of his mind as he casts his glance across the room, surveying his surroundings. Everything is the same way it was before. His sense of smell is confirming the fact that around him are rotting corpses, bodies of demons that he killed not long ago. This isn't some kind of hell dimension, he's been to a few of those in his life time, it's not hard to tell the difference. He's alive. The dull ache in his body is a clear indication of that as he manages to get back to his feet.
Angel. The memory of what happened comes back to him, in a feeling that he can only compare to as getting hit in the face. Angel, Lorne, the gun shots, the betrayal. It's fresh in his mind again and his facial features visably become colder because of it. The reason why he's back doesn't matter right now. What he is? He could care less. There's one thing on his mind, one clear driving motive. Vegeanance. The one time in his life he decided to do the right thing, to fight the good fight. His pay back for that was his own death, he had been betrayed by a person that he finally put trust into. Figures, should have expected something like this from a euro-trash vampire. The thought gives him a small amount of comfort as he reaches down, grabbing the sword he had used earlier. The blade is still covered in a disgusting film of green demon blood, though it's nothing that can't be fixed. While his revenge is undeniable and will no doubt take place, there's another pressing matter on his mind. Something he hadn't initially thought of, not while visions of a dusted Angel still existed in his mind. This is the one thing that he has to take care of first, something that's even more important to him.
Without another moments hesitation, he walks out of the building and heads for his truck, his face is hard to read..but it doesn't carry the same emotions as it did previously. There's something else in those blue eyes, something new. Concern. The roar of the engine as the vehicle comes to life is a pleasing sound, it means that he can carry out his plans faster. He has somewhere he has to go before anything else is to happen, someone he has the see. To think...that he may have never been allowed to see her again, that she would always be left wondering what happened to him. He doubts that she would have ever learned the truth, not from Angel atleast. Reaching into his back pocket, he slides a fading leather wallet out. Inside carries the picture of his hearts desire, the one thing that is preventing him from going after Angel right now. Eve.