A/N- wow…thanks for the reviews. I didn't think that you guys would like
it. I have had some ideas that a couple of u cottoned onto but…we'll see. I
kinda changed a few words in this 1 and added a sentence or 2 after I
uploaded, so u might want to read over it again. If you have any more
suggestions etc email me or send a review. Thanks again. :) Each section
will be a different pov, but I think it'll only be between Angel, Cordy and
everyone's favourite evil lawyer. :) ps- the rating *might* change later
on…I don't know yet….
All the usual disclaimers apply.
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I've been back in LA for a couple of months now. I know that I shouldn't have come back, for obvious reasons (for instance Wolfram & Hart, Angel), but I did. On my first night back I hit a nightclub intending to drown my sorrows in a *lot* of scotch. A pub would have been a smarter place for it, but you don't get as many scantily clad women to drool over in pubs.(I'm shallow. Very shallow.)
However, *instead* of simply following my original plan of sitting alone, drinking and keeping my thoughts to myself I run straight into that Cordelia chick that works for Angel.
Angel. Urgh. I *hate* that vampire. He's always getting in my way. Always. Even after I left LA he got to me. Damn prick put a "COPS SUCK" (or something to that effect) sign on my car. We'd made a pact to NOT act like kids and then he goes and pulls that. It's an understatement when I say that I wasn't very happy. Especially after I got pulled over. Anyhow, where was I?
Cordelia. That's right… I bumped into her and we started talking. Awkwardly at first, but after a while we were in comfortable conversation. The tequila might have helped a little, I'll admit. Anyway, she was complaining about the fact that it was the one night she had off and naturally there were no casting agents to be seen. I was…well, I can't remember what I was saying, to be perfectly honest. (Hah! Me? Honest? I was a *lawyer* for *Wolfram & Hart*. Don't get more dishonest than that. Then again, I'm trying to stay good now…really.)
So, anyway, we were just talking and drinking and getting to know each other in a not-trying-to-destroy-your-boss-and-life kinda' way. Cordelia's actually really sweet. She even said that I wasn't *that* bad anymore. I was really starting to like this girl so after a few more drinks, I suggested that we leave. We ended up back at my new apartment (I don't know how) and I kissed her. The thing that amazed me is that she kissed back. Then, before I knew it, we were pulling each others' clothes off and making love. She was gone before I woke up the next morning. I haven't seen or heard from her since.
What made me think of all this now? Well, the extremely pissed off vampire in the hall tonight helps. He's been knocking -no- banging on my door for the past couple of minutes. I reach for the doorknob and hesitate. He can't come in 'cos I haven't invited him. But, at the same time, I guess I kinda' owe him. Yep, that's correct, Lindsey McDonald *does* have a conscience and an active one at that. (Told you that I'm trying.)
"Angel." I say, opening the door and keeping out of his reach. "What brings you here? And how did you get this address?" I know damn well why he's here and how he got the address. Both answers include Cordelia. Frankly, I was expecting this confrontation sooner.
"I *thought* you said you weren't coming back." He tells me angrily, ignoring my questions. But there's still something about his composure tonight that says he won't kill me.
"I lied." I reply. To be truthful (there I go again!), I didn't plan to come back. In fact, I still don't know why I did.
Angel looks me over as if he's reading the truth behind my statement. He relaxes slightly. "Look," He starts, "I have something to discuss with you. Can I come in?"
I take that in. "You gonna try killing me?"
"Not planning on it." He responds. "Might have convinced you better by *not* almost breaking your door down, but this is important. Its about Cordy."
"She told you about the other night then?" It was more of a statement than a question. Then I add, "And I'm guessing you're not impressed?"
He nods and adds, "Unfortunately, It's a bit more complicated than that."
I look him over again before motioning for him to enter. He seems to have lost any sign of wanting to rip my throat out, not that that means anything. "C'mon in. Do you want a drink or something? I don't have blood…well, *I* do but-"
The shadow of a smile touches his lips and he shakes his head "Thanks, but I'm fine."
I smile and point to the lounge setting. "Take a seat." I sit down on the couch and he sits down across from me on the recliner. He leans forward, obviously trying to find the best way to approach the subject.
"So…you haven't spoken to Cordy since you…?" He makes a continuation/wrap- up motion with his hands. He's finding it hard to say. I know that he's not embarrassed or anything.I guess that it's just probably weird for him. In fact, she's probably the closest thing he has to a family…and if someone did something like this with my sister…Chances are I wouldn't be able to completely confront the guy either.
"Slept with her?" I finish for him, keeping my tone casual. I don't want to upset him. Stirring him up now would not be a good idea.
He nods and I continue. "No. When I woke up she was gone and I haven't heard from or seen her since. Contemplated calling, but I don't have her number. Yeah, I know I could have called your office, but I didn't for the obvious reasons. So, no. I haven't. It's a pity though. She's really sweet. And I'm on the good side now…who knows? We might've actually had a chance…" I'm rambling now. Something that the old Lindsey would *never* have done.
"She's pregnant." Angel states clearly, in the midst of my babbling.
I stop in shock. "Wha…huh…wha…'n…bu…an…" I take a breath and try to get my thoughts together. "What?" I finally manage.
"You heard me." He replies. Still stunned, I look at him. I'm expecting him to be glaring at me furiously. Instead his gaze is full of…understanding?
I swallow hard. My brain is working in overdrive. "To me?" I ask quietly.
He nods again. I don't know how to respond. How does one handle this type of revelation? It was *one* night. One measly night. How could I let this happen? How could I do this to her? She doesn't even *like* me and I've gone and thrown her life upside down. I'm not even thinking about *me* at the moment. (I've progressed further than I thought.) God, she must hate me now. Yeah, I know it takes two people to get into this situation, but…I should've known better.
As if he can read my thoughts, Angel adds "She doesn't hate you, y'know. And…she, uh, she wants to keep the baby."
I find myself looking back at him hopefully. I must look pathetic, but I don't care. "Does she, umm, want to speak to me? I mean, not *want* but…" I trail off. I really don't know what I mean.
Angel stands and offers me his hand. "I'll give you a lift." It's all he needs to say.
I take his hand and pull myself up. He walks out the door. I follow, still numb from shock. (I'm going to be a father.) The thought keeps running through my head. (Oh God, I'm gonna be a dad. Am I ready for this?)
All the usual disclaimers apply.
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I've been back in LA for a couple of months now. I know that I shouldn't have come back, for obvious reasons (for instance Wolfram & Hart, Angel), but I did. On my first night back I hit a nightclub intending to drown my sorrows in a *lot* of scotch. A pub would have been a smarter place for it, but you don't get as many scantily clad women to drool over in pubs.(I'm shallow. Very shallow.)
However, *instead* of simply following my original plan of sitting alone, drinking and keeping my thoughts to myself I run straight into that Cordelia chick that works for Angel.
Angel. Urgh. I *hate* that vampire. He's always getting in my way. Always. Even after I left LA he got to me. Damn prick put a "COPS SUCK" (or something to that effect) sign on my car. We'd made a pact to NOT act like kids and then he goes and pulls that. It's an understatement when I say that I wasn't very happy. Especially after I got pulled over. Anyhow, where was I?
Cordelia. That's right… I bumped into her and we started talking. Awkwardly at first, but after a while we were in comfortable conversation. The tequila might have helped a little, I'll admit. Anyway, she was complaining about the fact that it was the one night she had off and naturally there were no casting agents to be seen. I was…well, I can't remember what I was saying, to be perfectly honest. (Hah! Me? Honest? I was a *lawyer* for *Wolfram & Hart*. Don't get more dishonest than that. Then again, I'm trying to stay good now…really.)
So, anyway, we were just talking and drinking and getting to know each other in a not-trying-to-destroy-your-boss-and-life kinda' way. Cordelia's actually really sweet. She even said that I wasn't *that* bad anymore. I was really starting to like this girl so after a few more drinks, I suggested that we leave. We ended up back at my new apartment (I don't know how) and I kissed her. The thing that amazed me is that she kissed back. Then, before I knew it, we were pulling each others' clothes off and making love. She was gone before I woke up the next morning. I haven't seen or heard from her since.
What made me think of all this now? Well, the extremely pissed off vampire in the hall tonight helps. He's been knocking -no- banging on my door for the past couple of minutes. I reach for the doorknob and hesitate. He can't come in 'cos I haven't invited him. But, at the same time, I guess I kinda' owe him. Yep, that's correct, Lindsey McDonald *does* have a conscience and an active one at that. (Told you that I'm trying.)
"Angel." I say, opening the door and keeping out of his reach. "What brings you here? And how did you get this address?" I know damn well why he's here and how he got the address. Both answers include Cordelia. Frankly, I was expecting this confrontation sooner.
"I *thought* you said you weren't coming back." He tells me angrily, ignoring my questions. But there's still something about his composure tonight that says he won't kill me.
"I lied." I reply. To be truthful (there I go again!), I didn't plan to come back. In fact, I still don't know why I did.
Angel looks me over as if he's reading the truth behind my statement. He relaxes slightly. "Look," He starts, "I have something to discuss with you. Can I come in?"
I take that in. "You gonna try killing me?"
"Not planning on it." He responds. "Might have convinced you better by *not* almost breaking your door down, but this is important. Its about Cordy."
"She told you about the other night then?" It was more of a statement than a question. Then I add, "And I'm guessing you're not impressed?"
He nods and adds, "Unfortunately, It's a bit more complicated than that."
I look him over again before motioning for him to enter. He seems to have lost any sign of wanting to rip my throat out, not that that means anything. "C'mon in. Do you want a drink or something? I don't have blood…well, *I* do but-"
The shadow of a smile touches his lips and he shakes his head "Thanks, but I'm fine."
I smile and point to the lounge setting. "Take a seat." I sit down on the couch and he sits down across from me on the recliner. He leans forward, obviously trying to find the best way to approach the subject.
"So…you haven't spoken to Cordy since you…?" He makes a continuation/wrap- up motion with his hands. He's finding it hard to say. I know that he's not embarrassed or anything.I guess that it's just probably weird for him. In fact, she's probably the closest thing he has to a family…and if someone did something like this with my sister…Chances are I wouldn't be able to completely confront the guy either.
"Slept with her?" I finish for him, keeping my tone casual. I don't want to upset him. Stirring him up now would not be a good idea.
He nods and I continue. "No. When I woke up she was gone and I haven't heard from or seen her since. Contemplated calling, but I don't have her number. Yeah, I know I could have called your office, but I didn't for the obvious reasons. So, no. I haven't. It's a pity though. She's really sweet. And I'm on the good side now…who knows? We might've actually had a chance…" I'm rambling now. Something that the old Lindsey would *never* have done.
"She's pregnant." Angel states clearly, in the midst of my babbling.
I stop in shock. "Wha…huh…wha…'n…bu…an…" I take a breath and try to get my thoughts together. "What?" I finally manage.
"You heard me." He replies. Still stunned, I look at him. I'm expecting him to be glaring at me furiously. Instead his gaze is full of…understanding?
I swallow hard. My brain is working in overdrive. "To me?" I ask quietly.
He nods again. I don't know how to respond. How does one handle this type of revelation? It was *one* night. One measly night. How could I let this happen? How could I do this to her? She doesn't even *like* me and I've gone and thrown her life upside down. I'm not even thinking about *me* at the moment. (I've progressed further than I thought.) God, she must hate me now. Yeah, I know it takes two people to get into this situation, but…I should've known better.
As if he can read my thoughts, Angel adds "She doesn't hate you, y'know. And…she, uh, she wants to keep the baby."
I find myself looking back at him hopefully. I must look pathetic, but I don't care. "Does she, umm, want to speak to me? I mean, not *want* but…" I trail off. I really don't know what I mean.
Angel stands and offers me his hand. "I'll give you a lift." It's all he needs to say.
I take his hand and pull myself up. He walks out the door. I follow, still numb from shock. (I'm going to be a father.) The thought keeps running through my head. (Oh God, I'm gonna be a dad. Am I ready for this?)