A/N: Sorry for not updating the story in quite some time. School and real life both intervened to make my life super busy. But I'm back now, with a brand new chapter (with Doyle this time). Also, italics means not real, meaning dream sequence.

Restless Hero: Chapter 13

The fog had lifted long before he had opened his eyes. Something warm covered him, like a wool blanket or something else. If he just hadn't agreed…

His eyes burned from the light, and the darkness was partly visible in the corner where a couple of demons waited for him. They stood up straight with their eyes wide open, much like soldiers in an army waiting for their sergeant. In the minute that he had stared at them, they never once had blinked.

The warm sensation that was covering him was a long, flowing black coat, like the one Angel wore. He tugged at it, tried to pull it off, but his arms ached, and he wasn't ready to give it up just yet. Something cold tickled the back of his neck. He turned, finding steel that led up to the ceiling. Slowly, he managed to find the door to the cage, but it was locked with not one, but two locks.

"You can't break them, you know," a nearby voice informed calmly.

"Yeah? What's it to you?"

"I'm just telling, is all. It's not something to get picky about."

"Have you tried?"

"Once."

"They say three times is a charm."

"For me, it's more like two with a couple glasses of Guinness."

Lindsey turned around. There was another cage nearby his, and someone occupied this cage. He didn't have time to figure out where he knew this fellow. However, he knew his name. Maybe that was enough.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"Where? Well, I can't tell you exactly where, bud, but if you want to make with the heroism, you've gotta put on that jacket first," Doyle said, nodding to the black jacket that was resting at Lindsey's feet.

"I thought I had this on," Lindsey muttered, picking the jacket back up. He slipped it on.

"Not yet. But you will," Doyle promised.

"What about you?"

"Me? Well, I fought once before and rested some. But now I feel like resting forever after I fight this again."

"Fight what?"

"Evil."

"Evil? I don't give a damn about evil."

"Better you than me."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't care whether you're half demon or something, but I do. It's just the fact that I'm not that gets me to worrying."

At least a minute passed before Doyle said again, "You know, you better put on that jacket sooner or later. They may need some extra help, and what better help than people who turn to help and fight? Because I won't be there to turn."

The demons that were then in the corner were now in front of Lindsey's cage. Once of them bent down and unlocked the two locks, pulled open the door, and reached for Lindsey.

"Then where will you be if you won't turn?" Lindsey asked. It was strange. The demon's hand was right at him, but he couldn't feel it.

"Me? I'll just be resting."

Lindsey woke up with something resting on his head. It was like some object of massive weight laid down on it, and he couldn't gather up the strength to sit up, or open his eyes. Somewhere, in the distance, he heard another gasp from someone. A garbled curse, and then someone was shouting "Hey!" at him.

It took nearly all his strength to sit up, but he managed the task. There was fog in front of Lindsey. His eyes were open but all he could see was fog. He blinked a couple of times, clearing his mind until a realization of what had happened suddenly came back to him. His head ached badly; even worse was the fact that the lights stung his eyes. He didn't want to even blink, in fear that he would die if he would.

"Hey!"

There's that voice again… "What?" Lindsey shouted gruffly. As his eyes slowly cleared, he saw that a ragged blanket lay on top of him. Something cold tickled his neck, and he felt behind him. Oh shit…he thought blankly. "Why am I in a cage?" he muttered to himself.

"Who're you?"

"Who am I? Who are you?" It hurt, but Lindsey slowly managed to turn his head to his left, where another cage sat a couple inches away from his. In the cage was a person. "Doyle?" Lindsey could hardly believe it.

"You?" Doyle merely said. He sounded surprised; Lindsey doubted that severely. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Lindsey asked. "I had a dream about this and…" Lindsey paused, thinking the dream over before he said, "I was in here first."

"No, you weren't," Doyle defended. He was getting irritated with Lindsey, but he tried not to fit through the metal bars to kill the bastard. In his opinion, he'd rather starve in the cage than kill himself for trying to kill Lindsey. "I was in here first."

"No, you weren't," Lindsey replied, clearly aggravated also. "I know what I was doing and where I was before this. I came here first, you came second."

"I know I may be waving the white flag here, but can we please forget about who got here first and focus on the problem here?" Doyle pleaded. "I mean it may be the only chance for our survival."

"What do you mean by 'our'?" Lindsey questioned, now defensive. "The only survival here will be me, not you, not we. There is only me."

Doyle sighed, knowing distinctly that he wasn't going to win the fight. He lowered his eyes to the ground, and, now sitting back in the cage, held his head in his hands. There was a muttered curse, then a loud, "Now I know who you remind me of."

Lindsey, too, was sitting back in his cage, but instead of resting, he was looking in the shadows. "Who?" Even though talking wasn't on his high priority list to do at the moment, he had nothing else to do. His Playstation was back at Wolfram and Hart, and he had just misplaced his deck of cards the other day.

"Mr. Smith from The Matrix Reloaded," Doyle answered grimly. "So I guess I'm Neo."

Lindsey chuckled, turning to look at Doyle. "No, you're Mr. Smith, and I'm Neo."

"Not another argument."

"I didn't start it!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

There was a sudden curse, and then a shout throughout the room. "Quiet!"

The argument, as fast as it had begun, ended. Lindsey had no intention of starting it once more, so he just closed his mouth.

Doyle just muttered a thanks heavenward and sat back in the cage, glaring at Lindsey.

Two demons stepped from out of the shadows in the corner, just like Lindsey had dreamed. He glanced at Doyle quickly. Probably Doyle had dreamed it too, because he looked frightened. Lindsey wasn't sure, but he remembered what the Senior Partners guy had said…was it a week ago? Lindsey wasn't sure anymore, but he remembered that because he and Doyle shared the visions, they also shared dreams.

The two demons came near both of the cages. One on Doyle's side, one on Lindsey's side. Doyle braced himself when the demon took out a key from a pouch that hung on its hip. Slowly, it started to unlock the three locks that held the door where it was. Lindsey held his breath as his demon began to unlock the two locks on his door. As the first demon began to reach for Doyle, Lindsey said in a hushed voice, "Doyle, where are they taking us?"

"How am I supposed to know?" Doyle answered back bitterly. He was now out of his cage with his hands tied together behind his back.

Lindsey, deciding that it wasn't as worse as being stuck in a cage, allowed his demon to pull him out also. "Are you sure?" he asked as the demons now led them down a long, dark hallway. The rope that held his hands behind his back itched terribly. He waited patiently for Doyle's response, but none came.

A/N: I know that the dream sequence was weird, but for those of you who are interested in foreshadowing of characters, there's some foreshadowing in that dream sequence.

Also, I know that Doyle died in the series before The Matrix Reloaded came out (for those of you who are wondering how he knows about the movie), so let's just say that he caught a rerun of the movie on TV while in the hospital at Wolfram and Hart.

Hopefully, if school doesn't keep me busy, I can update either tomorrow or Wednesday.