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Title: A Clean Slate
Fandom: Angel/Leverage
Status: Up for adoption
Summary: Eliot is Lindsey? Scratches head, now how did that happen?
Preview
"Are you certain about this Lindsey?"
The man grinned sardonically, the expression barely visible in the dim lighting of the room. "Do you have a better way to get me off the radar permanently?" he asked. Lindsey was sure, though at first he hadn't been. It was Angel's betrayal that prompted the final decision.
Now that had hurt, and the lawyer didn't just mean the four bullets to the chest. Fortunately, he had taken measures before the battle ever started. Though he had intended to use those measures against his enemies, not his supposed allies.
The demon mage sighed, picking up an ancient scroll. "I don't even know how you found a copy of this spell to begin with," he almost complained. "It has been lost for millennia." Truthfully, he wasn't entirely happy with the decision the other had made. Nevertheless, he owed Lindsey McDonald, he owed him big.
"Perseverance, desperation, and a good wallop of luck," the human answered the rhetorical question. Lindsey had had everything ready for years, since before he returned to LA in fact. A backup plan if you will, or would that be the backup plan for his backup plan. It was always good to be prepared.
The only reason Lindsey hadn't used it before were the side affects. Losing his memory didn't really appeal to him. However, if there was one thing working for Wolfram and Hart had taught him, it was this. There is always a loophole; you just have to find it. He had.
"All right," the mage sighed unrolling the scroll. "I'll do it." His yellow eyes softened as he thought of his daughter, his only child. The child whose life one young lawyer had saved at the risk of his own. "Trini will miss you terribly though."
"If all goes well," Lindsey whispered. "I'll see her again someday." He nodded to the other, eyes closing as the chant began. Even then, he could see the magic, dancing beneath his eyelids before everything went black.
When it was over, Lindsey McDonald was gone. Or rather, the full-grown version of him was gone. Lying on the ground where he had been just a moment before lay a human infant. Almost immediately, the baby began to cry.
"There there," the mage soothed him, picking the young child off the cold hard floor. "No need to fuss little one." The faintest hints of a smile tugged on his pale lips. "I am sure you have a very interesting life ahead of you."
By the time anyone realized Lindsey's name had vanished from his contract, it was far too late. The man in question, no longer existed. His slate wiped completely clean.
My plan for Lindsey's memories is a copy of his psyche who will hang around Eliot, sort of like an imaginary friend. Their memories will slowly merge as Eliot grows up until they are one person. Usually while he is sleeping.