Title: Redemption: Lost But Not Missed
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.
Summary: Set after Lindsey first left Los Angeles. What happened to Lindsey to make him turn his back completely on redemption? On his journey, Lindsey runs into his biological father and is forced to confront what he really is. But will this newfound power help Lindsey damn himself?
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Chapter 1: Driving Down a Road Paved with Good Intentions
Lindsey's POV:
It's been two months since I've left Wolfram & Hart. Two months since I came to a truce of sorts with the vampire who I foolheartedly tried to rage war with. My emotions got the better of me and being the young "prince" of the most prominent law firm since the beginning of time kinda got to my head, I guess. Who in the Hell am I kidding. Even with the lush new office the senior partners found appropriate to grant me, I could barely fit into it with my ego. The memory of the night I was in Lorne's bar and Angel found out he was going to have to team up with me is still fresh in my head. He didn't even try to hide his disgust. No doubt wondering how anything human could knowing aid the evil that he, being an ensouled demon, but demon nonetheless, tried to vanquish. I remember numerous occasions before imagining him in the full "Night in Shining Armor" getup, giggling as if I had finally cracked up, then quickly sobering up when I glanced at my newly acquired prosthetic hand.
As I sauntered over to Angel and his gang of good-doers, it took me all of my calm, cool and wise ass nature not to break my guitar over Angel's head. Arrogant jackass. Thinks he has all the answers. He above all others should know that the world is rarely, if ever black and white. That good and evil is in every facet life. That even above good and evil, there's the will of every living thing to survive. And that's all I've ever tried to do. Survive. In a world that's far from crystal perfect, even without the evil I helped put back on the streets daily, I have only done what was necessary to survive. So yeah, I sold my soul for six figures and a corner office. But also for protection. Because would Angel be able to protect me from the very humans he has sworn to protect? And for what? Redemption. The very thing I seek as I let my mind race just as fast as my truck down the highway. But how could I in all good intentions protect those who started me on my bitter and angry path in the first place? No, my anger and hatred began long before I met Angel.
For all of his years and experience, Angel damn sure is dense. So I told him about my childhood, when my family was so poor my father had to give up the house. I didn't tell him about my teenaged years. When strange changes started to overcome me and my father, outraged, cast me out on the streets with my mother, insistent that I couldn't be his. That he would never have a freak for a son. I still remember the day my powers first revealed themselves. It was a warm summer night. It was late in the evening and one of my younger sisters was crying because she was afraid of the dark. My parents weren't able to pay the light bill again and my sister sounded like she would die of misery. Desperate to calm her down, I gently took her hand and whispered soothing words to her. Her cries died down but her heart still hammered in her chest. Fueled by her despair and terrified of the idea of losing a sibling, I found myself willing the lights to come on. Suddenly, strong currents of electricity began to leave my body and the room flooded with light. As I witnessed the emotions on my fathers face change swiftly from awe, to shock and then revulsion, I began to wish that the lights were still off so I wouldn't have to see his face. The look of disgust as he threw my mother and me out, ignoring the screams and wails of my younger siblings was too much for me to bear. Angel's was all too similar.
My mother was able to find menial jobs to pay for the low rent apartment we lived in but I did more than my part to pay the bills. Using my newfound powers to beat the hell out of some unsuspecting asshole. I would seek out pricks who deserved it, reasoning my actions so that little pang I soon realized to be my conscious wouldn't nag me to death. But soon even that wouldn't matter. I was a determined student with a preppie "Go-Get-`Em" attitude by day and a ruthless "Mutie" criminal by night. So I sold out and did whatever it took to get as many rich fake ass beneficiaries as possible. Let them think of me as a charity case and write me off each April. Soon as I became a full-fledged lawyer and W&H "Golden Boy" first thing I did was alert the IRS to the gross misleading statements on their tax returns. How do you think Cordelia Chase's family got put up on that chopping block?
Still, this is in the past. As I race down the road what is on my mind is redemption. Yet as the world is set in front of me, the line between good and evil is thread-like thin and too blurry for me to distinguish. How in a few short years, mutants can become more feared and reviled than demons is beyond me. Let a handsome "Dark Avenger" sort vampire save a woman and they gush about how brave they were and how great their hair is. Let an even more handsome mutant lawyer with a great singing voice and charming smile save said woman and she screams and tells said mutant lawyer to "Get away or I'll mase you!" Of course, it's just like people to ignore "What goes Bump in the Night" and concentrate on mutants, a soul-having species. It's retarded. And preposterous. And a lot more words that convey outrage. Damn. Look at me. Sighing and brooding like the damned vampire. And with a college education and a law degree you'd think I'd be able to think up more words without a thesaurus. But I'm of topic. My problem is whom in the Hell do I save? How do I seek redemption? It took Angel a century to find his place in the world.
I bet I can beat that.
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R&R
Love,
Jaded316
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.
Summary: Set after Lindsey first left Los Angeles. What happened to Lindsey to make him turn his back completely on redemption? On his journey, Lindsey runs into his biological father and is forced to confront what he really is. But will this newfound power help Lindsey damn himself?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 1: Driving Down a Road Paved with Good Intentions
Lindsey's POV:
It's been two months since I've left Wolfram & Hart. Two months since I came to a truce of sorts with the vampire who I foolheartedly tried to rage war with. My emotions got the better of me and being the young "prince" of the most prominent law firm since the beginning of time kinda got to my head, I guess. Who in the Hell am I kidding. Even with the lush new office the senior partners found appropriate to grant me, I could barely fit into it with my ego. The memory of the night I was in Lorne's bar and Angel found out he was going to have to team up with me is still fresh in my head. He didn't even try to hide his disgust. No doubt wondering how anything human could knowing aid the evil that he, being an ensouled demon, but demon nonetheless, tried to vanquish. I remember numerous occasions before imagining him in the full "Night in Shining Armor" getup, giggling as if I had finally cracked up, then quickly sobering up when I glanced at my newly acquired prosthetic hand.
As I sauntered over to Angel and his gang of good-doers, it took me all of my calm, cool and wise ass nature not to break my guitar over Angel's head. Arrogant jackass. Thinks he has all the answers. He above all others should know that the world is rarely, if ever black and white. That good and evil is in every facet life. That even above good and evil, there's the will of every living thing to survive. And that's all I've ever tried to do. Survive. In a world that's far from crystal perfect, even without the evil I helped put back on the streets daily, I have only done what was necessary to survive. So yeah, I sold my soul for six figures and a corner office. But also for protection. Because would Angel be able to protect me from the very humans he has sworn to protect? And for what? Redemption. The very thing I seek as I let my mind race just as fast as my truck down the highway. But how could I in all good intentions protect those who started me on my bitter and angry path in the first place? No, my anger and hatred began long before I met Angel.
For all of his years and experience, Angel damn sure is dense. So I told him about my childhood, when my family was so poor my father had to give up the house. I didn't tell him about my teenaged years. When strange changes started to overcome me and my father, outraged, cast me out on the streets with my mother, insistent that I couldn't be his. That he would never have a freak for a son. I still remember the day my powers first revealed themselves. It was a warm summer night. It was late in the evening and one of my younger sisters was crying because she was afraid of the dark. My parents weren't able to pay the light bill again and my sister sounded like she would die of misery. Desperate to calm her down, I gently took her hand and whispered soothing words to her. Her cries died down but her heart still hammered in her chest. Fueled by her despair and terrified of the idea of losing a sibling, I found myself willing the lights to come on. Suddenly, strong currents of electricity began to leave my body and the room flooded with light. As I witnessed the emotions on my fathers face change swiftly from awe, to shock and then revulsion, I began to wish that the lights were still off so I wouldn't have to see his face. The look of disgust as he threw my mother and me out, ignoring the screams and wails of my younger siblings was too much for me to bear. Angel's was all too similar.
My mother was able to find menial jobs to pay for the low rent apartment we lived in but I did more than my part to pay the bills. Using my newfound powers to beat the hell out of some unsuspecting asshole. I would seek out pricks who deserved it, reasoning my actions so that little pang I soon realized to be my conscious wouldn't nag me to death. But soon even that wouldn't matter. I was a determined student with a preppie "Go-Get-`Em" attitude by day and a ruthless "Mutie" criminal by night. So I sold out and did whatever it took to get as many rich fake ass beneficiaries as possible. Let them think of me as a charity case and write me off each April. Soon as I became a full-fledged lawyer and W&H "Golden Boy" first thing I did was alert the IRS to the gross misleading statements on their tax returns. How do you think Cordelia Chase's family got put up on that chopping block?
Still, this is in the past. As I race down the road what is on my mind is redemption. Yet as the world is set in front of me, the line between good and evil is thread-like thin and too blurry for me to distinguish. How in a few short years, mutants can become more feared and reviled than demons is beyond me. Let a handsome "Dark Avenger" sort vampire save a woman and they gush about how brave they were and how great their hair is. Let an even more handsome mutant lawyer with a great singing voice and charming smile save said woman and she screams and tells said mutant lawyer to "Get away or I'll mase you!" Of course, it's just like people to ignore "What goes Bump in the Night" and concentrate on mutants, a soul-having species. It's retarded. And preposterous. And a lot more words that convey outrage. Damn. Look at me. Sighing and brooding like the damned vampire. And with a college education and a law degree you'd think I'd be able to think up more words without a thesaurus. But I'm of topic. My problem is whom in the Hell do I save? How do I seek redemption? It took Angel a century to find his place in the world.
I bet I can beat that.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
R&R
Love,
Jaded316