Chapter 1
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Lindsey was asleep in notime, and again, found himself dreaming, but it wasn't like the other dreams.
There was no Cordelia. Instead, just darkness and fog. Darkness and the overwhelming feeling that someone
was there, watching him. Lindsey was growing imapatiant, but before he had a chance to shout
his annoyance, a figure began to imerge from the fog. A man, somewhat short, with black hair.
Lindsey thought he recognized the figure as he came into view. The figure spoke with what
seemed to be an Irish accent,"Hello there, I've been waitin' quite a while for ya'"
"I know you..." replied Lindsey, waisting no time in pleasantries. "I've seen your face
somewhere, who the hell are you?"
"My, my, my aren't we a bit rude!"said the man with mock hurt," names Doyle. I'm what you would
call a messenger....for TPTB."
"TPTB? You mean the powers that be...thats what soul-boy over in L.A. works for. What are you
doing here?" there was a slight hint of defensivness and eagerness in Lindsey's voice. He wanted
to know what was going on...now.
"Well, listen up and I'll tell you. You've been chosen t-" Before Doyle could finish
his sentence, Lindsey interupted,"Dont even finish that sentance! I dont wanna be 'chosen' for
anything, especially if it has to do with you guys! I'm tired of all this supernatural crap! I
left L.A to get away from it, and I dont wanna go back.I'm guessing it has somethingto do with
that Cordy chick right? And if it deals with her then its eventually going to having something
to do with Angel right?"Lindsey didn't wait for a responce from the now
stone-faced Doyle who seemed to be taking all this in,"Right!If you haven't noticed,
me and Angel..dont mix! Leave me the hell alone! You want some sap to be your'chosen' one?
Go get tall-dark-and broody.......he does that kind of stuff, and-"
Lindsey was cut off by Doyle this time,"Now thats enough! You dont have a choice! And besides, Angel, he
has enough to deal with and doesn't need what I'm gonna give you. Now-"
"Angel...thats where I've seen you. Back in Wolfram and Hart, while I was looking up files on
Angel...your name came up once or twice. Doyle....you died didn't you?" Lindsey let out
a snort and under his breath muttered,"They *always* come back, dont they?"
" Well, now that we're all caught up, can I finish?" Lindsey didn't say a word and decided to
let the Irish man talk," Yes, I'm dead, but I still do errands for TPTB now and then. Which brings
me to you my boy. You've been chosen to be 'the protector'"
"Wow, that sounds original!" said Lindsey, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Doyle looked at him
for a moment with a look that said 'you done yet?' and continued," As I was sayin'. You're the
protector. *Cordy's* protector to be presice. The girl can't handle the visions man!They're too much for her. She's
only human!"
"Yeah, well so am I."
"Yeah, but you can help. I'll give you the power to take the pain from her,lessen it really
...without you"Doyle paused a moment,"she'll die. Eventually, they'll get to
her....the pain, it-it'll kill her.Cordy, she cant do it alone anymore...she needs your help."
"Why dont you get Angel?"Lindsey gave him one of those 'I dont understand looks'"...he's
stronger, he's the knight in shinning armor,the bloodsucking hero, and-" Doyle cut him off.
"No, not him. He may be the knight in shinning armor...but he's not human. Her protecter needs to
be human. Its confusing"he said as he waved it off casually,"...has something to do with 'the balance'
and all that junk-" Lindsey gave him a 'what the hell are you talking about look' and Doyle
said," Listen mate, just take my word for it. The protector *has* to be human."
Doyle reached for the inside pocket of his coat and pulled out a fist-sized rock. It was glowing
and a feeling of imense energy was emulating from it. The rock seemed to pulse and was bright
red, Doyle began to walk towards Lindsey.
Lindsey tried to move. He couldn't. He tried to speak......he couldn't. Fear and anger
rushed through his body, along with the only solitary thoughts that he could make his brain form,
"what the hell is that?!?" and "is that thing hot?!"
Doyle looked into Lindsey large, blue, frightened eyes and said, as if he read his thoughts,"No,
its not *that* hot."
TBC
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Lindsey was asleep in notime, and again, found himself dreaming, but it wasn't like the other dreams.
There was no Cordelia. Instead, just darkness and fog. Darkness and the overwhelming feeling that someone
was there, watching him. Lindsey was growing imapatiant, but before he had a chance to shout
his annoyance, a figure began to imerge from the fog. A man, somewhat short, with black hair.
Lindsey thought he recognized the figure as he came into view. The figure spoke with what
seemed to be an Irish accent,"Hello there, I've been waitin' quite a while for ya'"
"I know you..." replied Lindsey, waisting no time in pleasantries. "I've seen your face
somewhere, who the hell are you?"
"My, my, my aren't we a bit rude!"said the man with mock hurt," names Doyle. I'm what you would
call a messenger....for TPTB."
"TPTB? You mean the powers that be...thats what soul-boy over in L.A. works for. What are you
doing here?" there was a slight hint of defensivness and eagerness in Lindsey's voice. He wanted
to know what was going on...now.
"Well, listen up and I'll tell you. You've been chosen t-" Before Doyle could finish
his sentence, Lindsey interupted,"Dont even finish that sentance! I dont wanna be 'chosen' for
anything, especially if it has to do with you guys! I'm tired of all this supernatural crap! I
left L.A to get away from it, and I dont wanna go back.I'm guessing it has somethingto do with
that Cordy chick right? And if it deals with her then its eventually going to having something
to do with Angel right?"Lindsey didn't wait for a responce from the now
stone-faced Doyle who seemed to be taking all this in,"Right!If you haven't noticed,
me and Angel..dont mix! Leave me the hell alone! You want some sap to be your'chosen' one?
Go get tall-dark-and broody.......he does that kind of stuff, and-"
Lindsey was cut off by Doyle this time,"Now thats enough! You dont have a choice! And besides, Angel, he
has enough to deal with and doesn't need what I'm gonna give you. Now-"
"Angel...thats where I've seen you. Back in Wolfram and Hart, while I was looking up files on
Angel...your name came up once or twice. Doyle....you died didn't you?" Lindsey let out
a snort and under his breath muttered,"They *always* come back, dont they?"
" Well, now that we're all caught up, can I finish?" Lindsey didn't say a word and decided to
let the Irish man talk," Yes, I'm dead, but I still do errands for TPTB now and then. Which brings
me to you my boy. You've been chosen to be 'the protector'"
"Wow, that sounds original!" said Lindsey, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Doyle looked at him
for a moment with a look that said 'you done yet?' and continued," As I was sayin'. You're the
protector. *Cordy's* protector to be presice. The girl can't handle the visions man!They're too much for her. She's
only human!"
"Yeah, well so am I."
"Yeah, but you can help. I'll give you the power to take the pain from her,lessen it really
...without you"Doyle paused a moment,"she'll die. Eventually, they'll get to
her....the pain, it-it'll kill her.Cordy, she cant do it alone anymore...she needs your help."
"Why dont you get Angel?"Lindsey gave him one of those 'I dont understand looks'"...he's
stronger, he's the knight in shinning armor,the bloodsucking hero, and-" Doyle cut him off.
"No, not him. He may be the knight in shinning armor...but he's not human. Her protecter needs to
be human. Its confusing"he said as he waved it off casually,"...has something to do with 'the balance'
and all that junk-" Lindsey gave him a 'what the hell are you talking about look' and Doyle
said," Listen mate, just take my word for it. The protector *has* to be human."
Doyle reached for the inside pocket of his coat and pulled out a fist-sized rock. It was glowing
and a feeling of imense energy was emulating from it. The rock seemed to pulse and was bright
red, Doyle began to walk towards Lindsey.
Lindsey tried to move. He couldn't. He tried to speak......he couldn't. Fear and anger
rushed through his body, along with the only solitary thoughts that he could make his brain form,
"what the hell is that?!?" and "is that thing hot?!"
Doyle looked into Lindsey large, blue, frightened eyes and said, as if he read his thoughts,"No,
its not *that* hot."
TBC