A/N: Hey everybody, wow, I never would have thought that you would like this little story idea so much *smiles happily* but I'm really, really happy that you like it, because it is so much fun to write it. And I really hope you will like the second chapter as much as you like the first *hopeful smile*

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Comments for this chapter would of course be most appreciated *smiles*

And please keep in mind that English is not my native language...

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And thank you to Jesco123, SivanShemesh, SlytherinQueen20, TerrorThatLurksInYerBathtub X3, McCoy's Secret Lover, asherxslasher, msdarque, saides and cresdin for all your kind comments, they are really appreciated *smiles*

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Warnings: This is sort of an AU and it has SLASH (Nate/Eliot as a current pairing and a love triangle with Angel) just so you're warned

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Disclaimer: None of the Leverage and Angel characters belong to me, I just borrowed them for this little story and I intend to give them back sometime... this is just for fun and not for money...

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Chapter 2


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"Shh, he's waking up."

"I better get Angel."

The voices were the first thing Eliot heard when he slowly woke up and even though his head throbbed they were vaguely familiar, even though Eliot couldn't quite place them. The Hitter slowly opened one eye, careful not to alert whoever was with him that he was fully awake. And then he tried to remember where he was and what had happened.

And suddenly he remembered... the vampires had attacked him at Ryder Industries and Angel had come to his aid.

/Great, just what I need./ Eliot thought and wondered what exactly had happened after he had passed out. One thing was for sure, he wasn't at Ryder Industries anymore, because he was lying on something soft, probably a couch.

/Damn, Nate and the team have no idea what happened./ was Eliot's next conscious thought and his eyes snapped open. He had no idea how long he had been out and he was pretty sure that the team was already looking for him and the last thing Eliot needed was for the team to meet Angel and the gang.

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Eliot tried to sit up and get the hell out of here, but a burning pain in his neck, ankle and ribcage stopped him and the wave of nausea that hit him as soon as he moved, didn't help matters either.

"Hey, keep lying down, you have lost a lot of blood and you need your rest, Lindsey," a soft voice said and a small but strong hand gently pushed him back down onto the couch and Eliot had to admit he was too exhausted to resist much.

/Damn vampire sure got me good./ he mused, before he turned his head slowly to see who had talked to him. It took him a moment to put together the name and the face, but then it clicked.

Fred... still as beautiful and innocent as ever, even though she looked a little older and even more attractive.

Eliot couldn't help a small smile tug on his lips, because he should have known that it was Fred who was going to play nurse for him. Eliot still didn't know why Angel had even bothered to rescue him. Sure, they had parted on good terms after a long, and to Eliot still strange, talk before he had left LA for good all those years ago, but it was still a little awkward that the master vampire had rescued him.

"Lindsey, you should drink a little water. It will help with the nausea," Fred offered and a glass with water appeared in Eliot's line of sight and at first he didn't even react, because it was just too strange to be called Lindsey again. He had left that name behind in LA and nobody had called him that in eight years.

At first Eliot was a little hesitant to accept the water, but then he knew that Angel had no reason to poison it. If he had wanted Lindsey out of the way, he could just have left him at Ryder's and as injured as Eliot unfortunately was, Angel knew that the former lawyer was no match for him, especially in his own home. And Eliot really was a little thirsty, so he extended his hand and took the offered glass.

"Thanks," he told Fred and then slowly sat up a little to be better able to drink the water. Fred looked a little surprised that the man she knew as Lindsey MacDonald had actually apologized to her and Eliot wondered how he should go about this situation.

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Should he pretend that he still was Lindsey or should he tell Angel who he was now?

Maybe he should wait and see how Angel reacted to him, because the last thing he needed was for the master vampire with a soul to find out about his team and if it was possible, Eliot would have liked for his team to never meet the past he had here in LA.

And then he suddenly remembered the fact, that the team probably had no idea what had happened and where Eliot had gone, because the Hitter was sure that Nate and the rest had by now realized that he had been missing and they sure as hell would be looking for him. Eliot sighed a little, because he was pretty sure that Hardison would be able to track him and that they would show up here soon.

So Eliot knew that he needed to get out of here, call the team and make up some lie about what had happened. With his mind made up about this, Eliot sat up and ignored the wave of nausea that washed through him. Carefully he swung his legs down from the couch and grimaced in pain when his ankle came in contact with the ground.

"Hey, I told you to keep lying down, Lindsey," Fred protested, but Eliot ignored her protests for now and to stop her from stopping him, he shoved the empty glass into her hands.

"Thank you for patching me up, but I gotta go now," he told the woman, trying to look as friendly as possible, before he hoisted himself to his feet. That was a big mistake as it turned out, because his vision swam and he fell back onto the couch.

/Damn, I forgot how weak being drunken from by a vampire makes you/ he thought a little frustrated, but before he could do or say more, he was suddenly attacked by a flash of green and and enveloped into a hug. At first he stiffened until he realized who it was that was hugging him.

"Hey Lorne," he greeted, relaxing into the embrace, ignoring the pain from his ribs. Eliot had always liked the demon and even though Eliot would never admit it out loud to anyone, had become sort of a father figure when Eliot was still Lindsey and working for Wolfram and Hart.

Lorne separated a little, but kept his hands on Eliot's shoulders, looking him up and down.

"Look at you, sugar, all grown up and so handsome, well except the bruises those nasty vampires gave you," Lorne said almost giddily and Eliot couldn't help but blush and laugh a little. Lorne had always had that effect on him, again something he'd never admit out loud. But he really hadn't expected that Lorne would be so happy to see him again, because yeah, they had been friends, but if he had been working with Angel for years then he shouldn't have such a high opinion of Lindsey. Then again, Lorne had never been one to judge people by their actions and he probably knew Eliot's feelings better than the Hitter himself.

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But seeing Lorne again didn't stop Eliot from wanting to get out of here to stop his team from barging into the Hyperion, because that Angel Investigation still resided there, that Eliot had discovered quite quickly after waking up and taking a look around.

"I'll be okay in a few days, Lorne, I've had worse," Eliot stated, because it was true. He had had worse injuries and still had the scars to proof it, even though Angel and co didn't need to know that, not that Angel would believe him anyway. The vampire had always thought that Lindsey was some spoiled brat that had had handed everything to him on a silver platter and when Eliot, or better still Lindsey back then, had tried to tell him, the vampire hadn't even listened. And Eliot should hate Angel, but he just couldn't. There were still so many things left unsaid between the two and Eliot still remembered the ambiguous feelings he had had towards the vampire and he also still remembered the big crush he had had on Angel, which was another thing he would take with him to the grave and he was over that anyway by now.

He now had Nate and that relationship was going pretty good as far as Eliot was concerned.

/Why the hell am I thinking about my relationships when all I need to do, is get out of here, before Angel comes in to stop me./ he mused, because Fred wouldn't be able to stop him, no matter how injured he was and Eliot was pretty sure that Lorne would let him go if he asked, but Angel... well that was a whole different story...

So he squared his shoulders and pushed Lorne's hands from his shoulders, glad that he now could stand on his own without feeling like vomiting.

"It was nice seeing you again, Lorne, and thanks again for patching me up, Fred," he said and gestured to the bandage Fred had put over the bite wound on his neck. "... but I really gotta go now."

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He turned and was about to walk away when he nearly crashed into a solid chest clad in a black shirt.

"You're not going anywhere, Lindsey," Angel told him, his voice firm. Eliot couldn't suppress a groan and looked at Angel with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Look Angel, whatever you have been looking for at Ryder's, I promise I'll stay out of your way," Eliot told him, hoping to just get out of here before the team arrived and things would get a lot more complicated.

"That's not why you're not going anywhere, Lindsey. You're injured and need to recover a little at first," Angel started and Eliot couldn't help but snort.

"I never knew you cared that much about me." The sarcasm was more than evident in his voice and he made to walk around Angel towards the door, but the vampire was having none of that. He grabbed Eliot's arm and pulled him back.

"You stay here until you've recovered and until you've answered all my questions to my satisfaction," the vampire snarled and that made much more sense to Eliot. Of course he had an ulterior motive, because Angel really didn't care that Eliot was injured, he just wanted information from him. And for some reason that angered Eliot and he yanked his arm free from Angel's grip, ignoring the pain from his arm. He wasn't the weak lawyer anymore that Angel knew and Eliot wanted the vampire to realize that.

So he crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at Angel.

"You can't make me stay here, Angel. And I can take care of myself," he spat, his anger rising when Angel only smirked at him. He had always hated that smirk, no matter if it looked dead sexy.

/Focus, Eliot./ the Hitter cursed himself and he wondered where that thought had come from and why he was thinking it now. And Angel's behavior made him lose control real fast and the vampire's next words really didn't help.

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"Come on, Lindsey, you could never beat me and now you're injured, so you don't stand a chance. So why don't you make it easy on yourself and just stay on the couch and enjoy my hospitality, because I really don't want to hurt you."

Angel hadn't even meant to say this, but seeing Lindsey again after all those years had the vampire's feelings on a roller-coaster and Angel hated that. In addition to that, he really didn't want to hurt the former lawyer, actually, he had never really wanted to hurt him, even when he had been working for Wolfram & Hart. And somehow he really didn't want Lindsey to leave his sight again, because seeing the younger man again, had awoken a strange feeling inside him, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time and a feeling he really couldn't quite place yet.

Angel really wasn't prepared for Eliot to charge at him with an angry scream, so he wasn't able to dodge the attack and fell to the ground with a grunt.

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Eliot smirked and looked down at Angel, satisfied that he had shown Angel that he shouldn't underestimate him again, even though he was well aware, that Angel could probably still take him down in a fair fight due to his superhuman strength, no matter if he was injured or not.

"And now I'm leaving," he said, smiling at Lorne and Fred again, who looked a little shocked, but didn't make a move to stop him.

He was nearly out the door, despite limping heavily, when suddenly someone attacked him from behind and it didn't take a genius to figure out that it was Angel.

The Hitter grunted when he was shoved against the wall face first and then turned around. Another hiss of pain escaped him, when his back made contact with the wall.

Angel stood directly in front of him, grabbing Eliot's upper arms with his hands, making sure that the younger man couldn't escape.

"I said you're staying here, so you're staying here," Angel snarled, his face only inches away from Eliot's and the Hitter really didn't know what to do now. His ribs hurt, the bite on his neck throbbed and his ankle made it hard to stand up straight too and he was pretty sure that he would have fallen if Angel hadn't had him pinned against the wall.

He was about to give the vampire an answer to his words, when suddenly he heard voices coming closer, voices he recognized all too well and Eliot closed his eyes in exhaustion and something akin to exasperation. Why did Hardison have to be such a good Hacker? Couldn't he have taken about half an hour more? Then he would have been able to leave without his past and his present meeting each other.

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And before Eliot could shove Angel away from him, six people burst into the room, Cordelia still talking: "But I told you there's no Eliot here..."

Eliot turned his head towards the voices and saw Nate and the rest of the team crowded in the doorway, looking downright murderous when they saw that Angel had pinned Eliot against the wall and was obviously hurting him.

"I think there was no Eliot here?" Hardison said, looking smug, because he had been right and had located the Hitter.

Parker looked at Cordelia and Eliot knew that glint in her eyes and he was pretty sure that Angel's friend was missing most of her valuable possessions in her pockets by now.

Nate however had his gaze fixed on Angel and Eliot and Eliot saw the unspoken question in his eyes and he could also see the worry there, especially when he saw the bandage on his neck. The Hitter attempted a small smile, even though he actually felt like banging his head against the wall until he blacked out and all this turned out to be a horrible nightmare and nothing more.

"But there is no Eliot here," Cordelia insisted, not really sure what was going on here. Angel, who still had a death grip on Eliot's arms, turned to the intruders and snarled: "This is a private meeting, so I kindly ask you to leave my office."

Eliot couldn't help but chuckle at that, because he knew that his team sure as hell wouldn't leave. And Nate's next words confirmed that.

"Not without Eliot and I'd appreciate it, if you'd get your hands off of him."

Angel stared at Nate as if he had gone crazy.

"I have no idea who this Eliot is you're talking about, but this man here is Lindsey MacDonald and we have a few things to talk about," he said

The words had the desired effect and everybody stared at Eliot, waiting for an answer. The Hitter suddenly felt dizzy again, all the stress and his injuries catching up with him again. And once again he felt his vision black out, knowing that unconsciousness was only a few seconds away and all he managed to say, before he slumped against Angel was: "Actually I'm Eliot and Lindsey..."

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to be continued...

Well, here it is, the second chapter and I really hope it wasn't too confusing and too bad... reviews would of course be most appreciated *smiles*