bTitle/b: Speechless
bAuthor:/b Lauren (athena56@bolt.com)
bFeedback:/b If the PTB are willing...and I know they are.
bDistribution:/b Too Precious for Hell... Forbidden Fruit, You want it? It's yours.
bSpoilers:/b "Blind Date" (kinda my alternate universe)
bContent:/b Lindsey/Cordelia
bRating:/b PG-13 to R
bDisclaimer:/b Joss Wheadon and many others own the characters of BtVS (lucky bastards).
But there are a few original minor characters that belong to me.
bSummary:/b While hiding out from Wolfram and Hart, a romance blossoms between Lindsey and
Cordelia. But W and H aren't about to let Lindsey get away so easily. They'll get him,
even if it means involving Cordy. To what extent will Lindsey go
to save the woman he loves?
bNote:/b This is my version of what should have happened if Lindsey didn't go back to W&H.
I've kinda changed a few small things from the actual episode so it would be a better match
for my story.
bStatus:/b INCOMPLETE
bLength:/b As of now, there are 13 parts, plus the Preface and Epilouge but you never
know...my muse might pay me a last minute visit.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Preface::About Last Night
Rating: PG
Angel walked into his office, his breath was heavy and he walked with a slight limp. The
mission from last night had not been a pleasant one. Vanessa was a tough fighter, and extremely
powerful. But it was over now, and the kids were safe. He expected everything to go back like
it was before.
He was surprised to see Lindsey sitting in the chair in front of his office. Lindsey was in
even worse shape then he was. He had also fallen victim to the wrath of Vanessa Brewer. Lindsey
sat there, silently, never moving except for the fluttering of his eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Angel growled.
"What do you think I'm doing here?" Lindsey continued to face forward.
"You don't belong here." Angel slammed the door and moved quickly to his desk and stared Lindsey
straight in the face. "You belong in the courtroom."
"I still need your help."
"With what?"
Lindsey swallowed hard. He hated asking for help, especially from his enemy. "I need to be
hidden. They're going to be looking for me."
"Good for them. Shouldn't you be finding them then?" Angel opened the door and pointed to the
exit. Lindsey didn't move.
Angel cleared his throat, but Lindsey refused to budge. "That's your hint to leave."
"I'm not leaving, until I get some help."
Angel slammed the door again, even harder and circled around Lindsey. "You don't get it, do you?
I've done the job I was hired to do. You're on your own now."
Lindsey could feel the anger swelling inside of him ready to burst. He wanted to remain calm
but he couldn't take it. His stomach started to ache as he thought of everything he wanted to
say. Everything he wanted to blurt out, to let go into the air.
"What are you waiting for, Lindsey? Get out!"
"No."
"No?" Angel chuckled. "No? What do you mean 'no' "?
"I'm not leaving until you help me."
The constant yelling had caught the attention of Cordelia once again. She stood next to the
closed door, pretending to busy herself in the file cabinet, but she kept an attentive ear to
the conversation.
"Help you what, Lindsey? Help you to feed the hungry? Clothe the naked? Feed the homeless? Just
because you saved some kids doesn't make you Mother Theresa." Angel reached and grabbed
Lindsey's collar and pulled him close so that they were face to face. "You don't belong here."
Angel's breath was heavy as it traveled into the air and across Lindsey's face.
Lindsey struggled free from Angel's strong grip. That anger had to be let loose. "How can you
say that? Who are you to say that to me?" His eyes flared something terrible, as the fire grew
bigger. "I helped you. If I didn't care about those kids, I wouldn't have done anything to help
you. I need to get out." Lindsey clamed himself so that his final statement would sound better
then the rest of his tirade. "Please help me."
Angel stood there staring. He couldn't believe what he had heard. Inside, he thought that
Lindsey maybe had changed, even a little bit. Maybe Lindsey had seen the light. But he still
remained hesitant about the situation. He had to find out, find out if Lindsey was really ready
for the reform he said he was.
"Alright, Lindsey." Angel said, with a mock-defeated tone. "You win. I'll help you."
Lindsey stepped back. He couldn't believe that Angel had just agreed to help him, they had
barely fought, no fists. No nothing. There had to be a catch.
"I'll help to hide you." Angel opened the door to see Cordy in the file cabinet. "What are you
doing?"
"Ummmumm." Cordelia racked her brain in order to think of what to say next. "Umorganizing some
files."
"You organized them yesterday."
"Oh yeah." She scratched her head trying to think of the next best excuse. "Um...I was making
sure that the file cabinet is *directly* parallel to the war." She grabbed the file cabinet and
moved it a bit. She examined all sides. "Yup, it's all good. A job well done."
"You know, Cordy," Angel came and put an arm her shoulder. "You've been working so hard lately."
"Who me? OH, I mean, I know. I'm exhausted. PHEW!" She wiped the fake sweat away from her head.
Lindsey poked his head out into the office.
"I think you should take a few days off. Stay at home. Clear your head."
"Really?" Cordy grew excited at the thought. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She threw her
arms around Angel and drew him into a tight hug.
"Don't thank me yet." Angel pulled her away from her hug. "But I do need you to do me a favor."
Angel pointed to Lindsey; who was keeping a close ear to the whole conversation.
Cordy's jaw dropped. "No!"
"Cordelia, please." Angel begged.
"NO! I'm not going to have *that* staying at my apartment." She raised her trembling finger
at Lindsey. "I don't want him there."
Lindsey cowered back into the office at the outburst of Cordy. He didn't want to be involved,
even though technically it was about him.
"He won't do anything to you. I promise, mostly cause he knows I'd kill him."
"Angel, I don't care. The fact that you think I would be okay with having a monster stay with
me in my apartment is incredible."
"You really feel that way?"
"Damn skippy, I do!" She placed her hands firmly on her hips, waiting for the next response.
Angel took Cordy and sat in a seat near her desk. "Cordy, aren't you always the one saying
'We need to help the helpless'? As much as I don't want him to be, he is the helpless. He has
no where to go."
Cordy continued to stare hard into Angel's eyes.
"He won't try anything to harm you. I promise you. Right now, because of what he did, he needs
to be on the run from Wolfram & Hart."
Cordelia stood up and started to pace in front of her own desk. "How do you know he's not going
to try to something? What if all of this is just a trap?"
Angel had to admit he was defeated. He didn't know what to say. "I don't. But he does need our
help." Angel got on his knee and held Cordelia's hand between his. "Nothing is going to happen
to you. I wouldn't *let* anything happen to you. Promise."
Cordy's foot tapped the floor as she weighed the decision in her head. "Alright, he can stay
with me for *awhile*." She said loudly in the direction of the doorway. "Ohmigod." She pulled
her hands away from Angel's as she used them to hold her head. "What have I done?"
Lindsey came out of the office and walked over to Cordelia. "Ummmthanks." was all he managed to
sputter out. And he started to head towards to the door of office. "I'm going some of my
things."
"Be careful. They might be looking for you already." He let Cordy go and headed to Lindsey.
"Just to warn you ahead of time. This is a test for you." He grabbed onto Lindsey's arm and with
a sharp jolt pulled him close and whispered into his ear. "If anything happens to her, if one
hair on her head is harmed, I will kill you. And it will be painful."
Angel loosed the grip on Lindsey's arm. Lindsey stumbled out of the office to his car and
quickly sped away. A smirk appeared on Angel's face and he turned back to Cordelia.
But she had already head into her office and shut the door.
"Cordelia?" Angel called out.
"I hate you. Get over it."
bAuthor:/b Lauren (athena56@bolt.com)
bFeedback:/b If the PTB are willing...and I know they are.
bDistribution:/b Too Precious for Hell... Forbidden Fruit, You want it? It's yours.
bSpoilers:/b "Blind Date" (kinda my alternate universe)
bContent:/b Lindsey/Cordelia
bRating:/b PG-13 to R
bDisclaimer:/b Joss Wheadon and many others own the characters of BtVS (lucky bastards).
But there are a few original minor characters that belong to me.
bSummary:/b While hiding out from Wolfram and Hart, a romance blossoms between Lindsey and
Cordelia. But W and H aren't about to let Lindsey get away so easily. They'll get him,
even if it means involving Cordy. To what extent will Lindsey go
to save the woman he loves?
bNote:/b This is my version of what should have happened if Lindsey didn't go back to W&H.
I've kinda changed a few small things from the actual episode so it would be a better match
for my story.
bStatus:/b INCOMPLETE
bLength:/b As of now, there are 13 parts, plus the Preface and Epilouge but you never
know...my muse might pay me a last minute visit.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Preface::About Last Night
Rating: PG
Angel walked into his office, his breath was heavy and he walked with a slight limp. The
mission from last night had not been a pleasant one. Vanessa was a tough fighter, and extremely
powerful. But it was over now, and the kids were safe. He expected everything to go back like
it was before.
He was surprised to see Lindsey sitting in the chair in front of his office. Lindsey was in
even worse shape then he was. He had also fallen victim to the wrath of Vanessa Brewer. Lindsey
sat there, silently, never moving except for the fluttering of his eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Angel growled.
"What do you think I'm doing here?" Lindsey continued to face forward.
"You don't belong here." Angel slammed the door and moved quickly to his desk and stared Lindsey
straight in the face. "You belong in the courtroom."
"I still need your help."
"With what?"
Lindsey swallowed hard. He hated asking for help, especially from his enemy. "I need to be
hidden. They're going to be looking for me."
"Good for them. Shouldn't you be finding them then?" Angel opened the door and pointed to the
exit. Lindsey didn't move.
Angel cleared his throat, but Lindsey refused to budge. "That's your hint to leave."
"I'm not leaving, until I get some help."
Angel slammed the door again, even harder and circled around Lindsey. "You don't get it, do you?
I've done the job I was hired to do. You're on your own now."
Lindsey could feel the anger swelling inside of him ready to burst. He wanted to remain calm
but he couldn't take it. His stomach started to ache as he thought of everything he wanted to
say. Everything he wanted to blurt out, to let go into the air.
"What are you waiting for, Lindsey? Get out!"
"No."
"No?" Angel chuckled. "No? What do you mean 'no' "?
"I'm not leaving until you help me."
The constant yelling had caught the attention of Cordelia once again. She stood next to the
closed door, pretending to busy herself in the file cabinet, but she kept an attentive ear to
the conversation.
"Help you what, Lindsey? Help you to feed the hungry? Clothe the naked? Feed the homeless? Just
because you saved some kids doesn't make you Mother Theresa." Angel reached and grabbed
Lindsey's collar and pulled him close so that they were face to face. "You don't belong here."
Angel's breath was heavy as it traveled into the air and across Lindsey's face.
Lindsey struggled free from Angel's strong grip. That anger had to be let loose. "How can you
say that? Who are you to say that to me?" His eyes flared something terrible, as the fire grew
bigger. "I helped you. If I didn't care about those kids, I wouldn't have done anything to help
you. I need to get out." Lindsey clamed himself so that his final statement would sound better
then the rest of his tirade. "Please help me."
Angel stood there staring. He couldn't believe what he had heard. Inside, he thought that
Lindsey maybe had changed, even a little bit. Maybe Lindsey had seen the light. But he still
remained hesitant about the situation. He had to find out, find out if Lindsey was really ready
for the reform he said he was.
"Alright, Lindsey." Angel said, with a mock-defeated tone. "You win. I'll help you."
Lindsey stepped back. He couldn't believe that Angel had just agreed to help him, they had
barely fought, no fists. No nothing. There had to be a catch.
"I'll help to hide you." Angel opened the door to see Cordy in the file cabinet. "What are you
doing?"
"Ummmumm." Cordelia racked her brain in order to think of what to say next. "Umorganizing some
files."
"You organized them yesterday."
"Oh yeah." She scratched her head trying to think of the next best excuse. "Um...I was making
sure that the file cabinet is *directly* parallel to the war." She grabbed the file cabinet and
moved it a bit. She examined all sides. "Yup, it's all good. A job well done."
"You know, Cordy," Angel came and put an arm her shoulder. "You've been working so hard lately."
"Who me? OH, I mean, I know. I'm exhausted. PHEW!" She wiped the fake sweat away from her head.
Lindsey poked his head out into the office.
"I think you should take a few days off. Stay at home. Clear your head."
"Really?" Cordy grew excited at the thought. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She threw her
arms around Angel and drew him into a tight hug.
"Don't thank me yet." Angel pulled her away from her hug. "But I do need you to do me a favor."
Angel pointed to Lindsey; who was keeping a close ear to the whole conversation.
Cordy's jaw dropped. "No!"
"Cordelia, please." Angel begged.
"NO! I'm not going to have *that* staying at my apartment." She raised her trembling finger
at Lindsey. "I don't want him there."
Lindsey cowered back into the office at the outburst of Cordy. He didn't want to be involved,
even though technically it was about him.
"He won't do anything to you. I promise, mostly cause he knows I'd kill him."
"Angel, I don't care. The fact that you think I would be okay with having a monster stay with
me in my apartment is incredible."
"You really feel that way?"
"Damn skippy, I do!" She placed her hands firmly on her hips, waiting for the next response.
Angel took Cordy and sat in a seat near her desk. "Cordy, aren't you always the one saying
'We need to help the helpless'? As much as I don't want him to be, he is the helpless. He has
no where to go."
Cordy continued to stare hard into Angel's eyes.
"He won't try anything to harm you. I promise you. Right now, because of what he did, he needs
to be on the run from Wolfram & Hart."
Cordelia stood up and started to pace in front of her own desk. "How do you know he's not going
to try to something? What if all of this is just a trap?"
Angel had to admit he was defeated. He didn't know what to say. "I don't. But he does need our
help." Angel got on his knee and held Cordelia's hand between his. "Nothing is going to happen
to you. I wouldn't *let* anything happen to you. Promise."
Cordy's foot tapped the floor as she weighed the decision in her head. "Alright, he can stay
with me for *awhile*." She said loudly in the direction of the doorway. "Ohmigod." She pulled
her hands away from Angel's as she used them to hold her head. "What have I done?"
Lindsey came out of the office and walked over to Cordelia. "Ummmthanks." was all he managed to
sputter out. And he started to head towards to the door of office. "I'm going some of my
things."
"Be careful. They might be looking for you already." He let Cordy go and headed to Lindsey.
"Just to warn you ahead of time. This is a test for you." He grabbed onto Lindsey's arm and with
a sharp jolt pulled him close and whispered into his ear. "If anything happens to her, if one
hair on her head is harmed, I will kill you. And it will be painful."
Angel loosed the grip on Lindsey's arm. Lindsey stumbled out of the office to his car and
quickly sped away. A smirk appeared on Angel's face and he turned back to Cordelia.
But she had already head into her office and shut the door.
"Cordelia?" Angel called out.
"I hate you. Get over it."
