Chapter 2
10:00AM Texas
Lindsey stood in front of the bathroom mirror his body covered in sweat, his eyes
glazed from fear and lack of sleep and total disbelief of what had just happened. He looked
down at his chest, he could still feel the pressure of where that idiot in his dream had put
that hot stone. Was what had just happened to him real? He leaned down to splash cold water on
his face. With his hands on the sink, he leaned into the mirror, looking at himself...then
he finally uttered the words,"Wolfram and Hart." It was probably some sick joke of theirs to
lure him back to that godforesaken town. Either to kill him or use him, he didn't care. He wasn't
going back. He realized that the dreams had nothing to do with Cordelia or Doyle....this was a
trick and he wasn't falling for it. With that Lindsey decide to start getting ready for the day,
he had a gig tonight at the local bar and he needed to focus on that.
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The Hyperion
Cordy sat on the couch of the Hyperion waiting for the boys to come back. They had gone
out demon hunting about an hour ago after a few of Gunn's friends droped by and filled them in
on some major vamp activity on the other side of town. Cordy was anxious and nervous, she hadn't
had a vision all day and she knew one was coming. She just wished that someone was here with her
when it hit. As if almost on cue, it came. Seering pain roared through her mind as she fell
to the floor clutching her head. Flashes and images raced through her mind as Cordy slowly
crawled to the coffee table to jote down on a note pad what she had seen,the regular big bad:as
ugly as ever. After a moment of composing herself, she stood andon wobbly legs went to call Angel
on his cell phone to tell him what she had seen. "Damnit!" she said outloud. Angel had left
his cell phone home *again*. "Well, I'll just have to wait untill he gets home wont I?!" She
flopped down on the couch, closed her eyes, and rubbed her head. She waited for the pain to pass.
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At the same time in Texas...
Lindsey was just about to go on stage. Everyone loved him here so he wasn't nervous, but he
had this feeling that something wasn't right. Like something was going to happen. He immediatly
shook it off and went back to tuning his guitar.
Finally the announcer called him on stage. The croud applauded and whistled. Lindsey took a
seat on a stool in the middle of the stage and postitioned his guitar,"How is everyone tonight?"
he asked,"Well, I've been working on this one song. You see, I was having these dreams....and well,
you'll see" he said with a smile. He began to strum a slow and steady tune, when suddenly pain filled
his body. It came without warning, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the floor holding his head
and cursing. The crowd looked on, worried. Stage hands soon crowded around him and one shouted,
"Dont just stand there, call an ambulance!"then turned to Lindsey still on the ground and said
"Lindsey, man, are you okay?" Lindsey was out cold.
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"Damn" said Lindsey as he surveyed his surroundings,"I cant be back here again." He was
dreaming...agian. He turned and saw Doyle, he didn't look to happy."What the hell am I doing here?"
yelled Lindsey,"Thats exactly what I was gonna ask you?" Doyle said it angerly," I told you to go
to L.A, help Cordy."
"I'm not falling for this crap. Its a trick, its all a-"
"Its not a damn trick! Didn't you see what happened, didn't you feel it? The pain, up there on
that stage? Didn't you feel it!! Thats what Cordelia has to go through everyday for the rest of her
life! Your saying you dont want to help?!......To bad! You dont have a choice. You either go to
her or your going to feel the same kind of pain she does whenever she has a vision. Whats done is
done, you cant change it!
"What! You're saying I either go to L.A or my life is going to be like this, you little-"
"Little what? Come on, I gave you fair warning, I *told* you in black and white what you were to
do: Go to L.A and help Cordelia. But you have to be such an ass! I dont give a damn weather you
wake up tomorrow, but I care about Cordelia. And for some strange reason unbenonst to me, the
powers that be have chosen you! Now, you go to L.A or things are going to get worse...*a lot*
worse. Believe me, her visions...you think they're bad now? Just wait! Now you have a choice;
go and help her or, stay here...go through imense pain , oh, and did
I mention, get your ass kicked by me." Doyle said the last part with a threatening smile.
"Okay" said Lindsey," If, *if* I go back.....what do I have to do? Do I have to be apart
of their little well-oiled-crime-fighting machine?"
"No. You dont have to help fight. Just be there for the visions. What you have to do its
simple really. Whenever Cordelia has a vision, you have to be there. The stone I put in
you last night, its the part Cordy needs. If you two come together during or after a vision, the
pain, it'll stop. Easy as that."
"Come together? What do you mean 'come together'?"
"Get your mind out of the gutter you little wanker! Not that way! Just be near her.
You *have* to near her."
"What if we're on opposite sides of the city?"
"Dont be."
"What? So, now we have to live together? Wait, no...lets see if we can make this even worse!
How about we get joined at the hip! Then we would *always* be
together" Lindsey said sarcastically.
Doyle looked at him for a moment, not amused,"No, you idiot!..... You'll figure it out."
Lindsey looked at him sceptically then said, "Okay, so...all I have to do is be
there for the visions? I dont have to help out, put up with
soul boy? None of that...just the visions? And you say they'll get worse..for both of us, if I
dont go?"
Doyle nodded his head in agreement and looked at Lindsey expectantly.
Lindsey sighed, and finally made the words come out of his mouth,"I'll go to L.A."
"Good man! I knew you come around" Doyle went to put an arm around him,"So, we'll get you on
the first plane out of here!"
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Lindsey woke up in the hospital. His friends all around his bed."Hey guys" Lindsey said groggaly.
"Hey man, you okay?" asked one of his friends,Mark
"Yeah......what happened was, just.....a....a...migrain! Thats it. Yeah, migrains, bad!" he said
with a short, forced laugh.
"Listen guys, I gotta get out of here."
"Yeah, were working on getting you released" Mark said.
"No, I dont just mean out of the hospital. I'm leaving for L.A"
TBC
10:00AM Texas
Lindsey stood in front of the bathroom mirror his body covered in sweat, his eyes
glazed from fear and lack of sleep and total disbelief of what had just happened. He looked
down at his chest, he could still feel the pressure of where that idiot in his dream had put
that hot stone. Was what had just happened to him real? He leaned down to splash cold water on
his face. With his hands on the sink, he leaned into the mirror, looking at himself...then
he finally uttered the words,"Wolfram and Hart." It was probably some sick joke of theirs to
lure him back to that godforesaken town. Either to kill him or use him, he didn't care. He wasn't
going back. He realized that the dreams had nothing to do with Cordelia or Doyle....this was a
trick and he wasn't falling for it. With that Lindsey decide to start getting ready for the day,
he had a gig tonight at the local bar and he needed to focus on that.
-----------------------------------
The Hyperion
Cordy sat on the couch of the Hyperion waiting for the boys to come back. They had gone
out demon hunting about an hour ago after a few of Gunn's friends droped by and filled them in
on some major vamp activity on the other side of town. Cordy was anxious and nervous, she hadn't
had a vision all day and she knew one was coming. She just wished that someone was here with her
when it hit. As if almost on cue, it came. Seering pain roared through her mind as she fell
to the floor clutching her head. Flashes and images raced through her mind as Cordy slowly
crawled to the coffee table to jote down on a note pad what she had seen,the regular big bad:as
ugly as ever. After a moment of composing herself, she stood andon wobbly legs went to call Angel
on his cell phone to tell him what she had seen. "Damnit!" she said outloud. Angel had left
his cell phone home *again*. "Well, I'll just have to wait untill he gets home wont I?!" She
flopped down on the couch, closed her eyes, and rubbed her head. She waited for the pain to pass.
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At the same time in Texas...
Lindsey was just about to go on stage. Everyone loved him here so he wasn't nervous, but he
had this feeling that something wasn't right. Like something was going to happen. He immediatly
shook it off and went back to tuning his guitar.
Finally the announcer called him on stage. The croud applauded and whistled. Lindsey took a
seat on a stool in the middle of the stage and postitioned his guitar,"How is everyone tonight?"
he asked,"Well, I've been working on this one song. You see, I was having these dreams....and well,
you'll see" he said with a smile. He began to strum a slow and steady tune, when suddenly pain filled
his body. It came without warning, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the floor holding his head
and cursing. The crowd looked on, worried. Stage hands soon crowded around him and one shouted,
"Dont just stand there, call an ambulance!"then turned to Lindsey still on the ground and said
"Lindsey, man, are you okay?" Lindsey was out cold.
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"Damn" said Lindsey as he surveyed his surroundings,"I cant be back here again." He was
dreaming...agian. He turned and saw Doyle, he didn't look to happy."What the hell am I doing here?"
yelled Lindsey,"Thats exactly what I was gonna ask you?" Doyle said it angerly," I told you to go
to L.A, help Cordy."
"I'm not falling for this crap. Its a trick, its all a-"
"Its not a damn trick! Didn't you see what happened, didn't you feel it? The pain, up there on
that stage? Didn't you feel it!! Thats what Cordelia has to go through everyday for the rest of her
life! Your saying you dont want to help?!......To bad! You dont have a choice. You either go to
her or your going to feel the same kind of pain she does whenever she has a vision. Whats done is
done, you cant change it!
"What! You're saying I either go to L.A or my life is going to be like this, you little-"
"Little what? Come on, I gave you fair warning, I *told* you in black and white what you were to
do: Go to L.A and help Cordelia. But you have to be such an ass! I dont give a damn weather you
wake up tomorrow, but I care about Cordelia. And for some strange reason unbenonst to me, the
powers that be have chosen you! Now, you go to L.A or things are going to get worse...*a lot*
worse. Believe me, her visions...you think they're bad now? Just wait! Now you have a choice;
go and help her or, stay here...go through imense pain , oh, and did
I mention, get your ass kicked by me." Doyle said the last part with a threatening smile.
"Okay" said Lindsey," If, *if* I go back.....what do I have to do? Do I have to be apart
of their little well-oiled-crime-fighting machine?"
"No. You dont have to help fight. Just be there for the visions. What you have to do its
simple really. Whenever Cordelia has a vision, you have to be there. The stone I put in
you last night, its the part Cordy needs. If you two come together during or after a vision, the
pain, it'll stop. Easy as that."
"Come together? What do you mean 'come together'?"
"Get your mind out of the gutter you little wanker! Not that way! Just be near her.
You *have* to near her."
"What if we're on opposite sides of the city?"
"Dont be."
"What? So, now we have to live together? Wait, no...lets see if we can make this even worse!
How about we get joined at the hip! Then we would *always* be
together" Lindsey said sarcastically.
Doyle looked at him for a moment, not amused,"No, you idiot!..... You'll figure it out."
Lindsey looked at him sceptically then said, "Okay, so...all I have to do is be
there for the visions? I dont have to help out, put up with
soul boy? None of that...just the visions? And you say they'll get worse..for both of us, if I
dont go?"
Doyle nodded his head in agreement and looked at Lindsey expectantly.
Lindsey sighed, and finally made the words come out of his mouth,"I'll go to L.A."
"Good man! I knew you come around" Doyle went to put an arm around him,"So, we'll get you on
the first plane out of here!"
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Lindsey woke up in the hospital. His friends all around his bed."Hey guys" Lindsey said groggaly.
"Hey man, you okay?" asked one of his friends,Mark
"Yeah......what happened was, just.....a....a...migrain! Thats it. Yeah, migrains, bad!" he said
with a short, forced laugh.
"Listen guys, I gotta get out of here."
"Yeah, were working on getting you released" Mark said.
"No, I dont just mean out of the hospital. I'm leaving for L.A"
TBC