Angel paced in the alley and checked his watch. He thought Lindsey would be
here by now. He saw a figure moving towards him in the dark, he stiffened.
"Hey, sorry I'm late. I had some..." Lindsey trailed off as Angel came into view.
"Hello Lindsey." Angel said, taking a step forward.
"Angel." Lindsey smirked at the way Angel was looking at him. "What, no hug?"
"What are you doing Lindsey?"
"Just doing my part to help the helpless, someone around here should."
"Drop the act, Doyle." Angel said. Lindsey laughed.
"You like that do yeah? I thought it would be a nice touch."
"Why do all this?" Angel asked. "I mean this is what you wanted right, to face off with me again? So why bother with Spike?" Lindsey laughed again.
"Because I knew how much it would bother you to see your old enemy out here helping people, when you couldn't be bothered." Lindsey replied.
"That's not how it is."
"Uh-huh." Lindsey replied. "So tell me, why did you take over Wolfram and Hart?"
"To help people. With these resources-"
"No." Lindsey cut him off. "The real reason. I already know, but I want to hear it from you"
"Connor." Angel replied softly.
"Guess that's one thing we have in common huh? We're both here today, because of your son." Lindsey sneered. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out?"
"I honestly didn't care." Angel sneered right back at him, but Lindsey pretended not to notice.
"Darla sacrificed herself for your son-for something you're responsible for. And now, well, when I'm through with you you're gonna be reminiscing about that time I beat you with a sledge hammer."
"I doubt that." Angel punched Lindsey in the jaw. Completely unfazed, Lindsey punched Angel back, sending him tumbling to the ground. Angel jumped back up and took another swing at Lindsey, which he blocked and gave Angel a hard kick in the stomach. "This what you've been up to these past few years Lindsey, training, learning how to fight? Do you really think you can take me?" Angel smirked at him. Lindsey punched Angel again in the face.
"I do. But as much as I'd love to finish you right here, I've got more planned for you." Lindsey replied, and quickly ran out of the alley before Angel could stop him.
Back at Wolfram and Hart, Angel found Spike, Fred, and Wesley still in the lab. "Angel, what happened?" Wesley asked, noticing the bruises on his face. "Did Lindsey do that?"
"Yeah, looks like he's finally learned how to fight. He ran off before we could really get into it though, said something about having plans for me." Angel replied. "Did you figure out how to reverse what happened to Spike?"
"Turns out we wont have to. Apparently his condition is only temporary, it should be worn off within a few days." Fred replied.
"Good, listen Spike, It looks like Lindsey might be a bit of a problem..."
"And you want to know if you can count on me to help." Spike finished for him. Angel nodded. "Angel, you're not the only one he's been playing his games with. Wouldn't you be pissed off if he was responsible for turning you into a bloody puppet?"
"Is that a yes?" Angel asked. Spike nodded, smiling.
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
"Just call if you need me." Spike replied. "Thanks Fred, Wes, for helping me out."
"No problem. Did you want a ride home?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, that would be great." Fred picked him up. "I guess I'll be seeing you later Angel." Spike smiled a good-bye and left with Fred.
"Hey, sorry I'm late. I had some..." Lindsey trailed off as Angel came into view.
"Hello Lindsey." Angel said, taking a step forward.
"Angel." Lindsey smirked at the way Angel was looking at him. "What, no hug?"
"What are you doing Lindsey?"
"Just doing my part to help the helpless, someone around here should."
"Drop the act, Doyle." Angel said. Lindsey laughed.
"You like that do yeah? I thought it would be a nice touch."
"Why do all this?" Angel asked. "I mean this is what you wanted right, to face off with me again? So why bother with Spike?" Lindsey laughed again.
"Because I knew how much it would bother you to see your old enemy out here helping people, when you couldn't be bothered." Lindsey replied.
"That's not how it is."
"Uh-huh." Lindsey replied. "So tell me, why did you take over Wolfram and Hart?"
"To help people. With these resources-"
"No." Lindsey cut him off. "The real reason. I already know, but I want to hear it from you"
"Connor." Angel replied softly.
"Guess that's one thing we have in common huh? We're both here today, because of your son." Lindsey sneered. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out?"
"I honestly didn't care." Angel sneered right back at him, but Lindsey pretended not to notice.
"Darla sacrificed herself for your son-for something you're responsible for. And now, well, when I'm through with you you're gonna be reminiscing about that time I beat you with a sledge hammer."
"I doubt that." Angel punched Lindsey in the jaw. Completely unfazed, Lindsey punched Angel back, sending him tumbling to the ground. Angel jumped back up and took another swing at Lindsey, which he blocked and gave Angel a hard kick in the stomach. "This what you've been up to these past few years Lindsey, training, learning how to fight? Do you really think you can take me?" Angel smirked at him. Lindsey punched Angel again in the face.
"I do. But as much as I'd love to finish you right here, I've got more planned for you." Lindsey replied, and quickly ran out of the alley before Angel could stop him.
Back at Wolfram and Hart, Angel found Spike, Fred, and Wesley still in the lab. "Angel, what happened?" Wesley asked, noticing the bruises on his face. "Did Lindsey do that?"
"Yeah, looks like he's finally learned how to fight. He ran off before we could really get into it though, said something about having plans for me." Angel replied. "Did you figure out how to reverse what happened to Spike?"
"Turns out we wont have to. Apparently his condition is only temporary, it should be worn off within a few days." Fred replied.
"Good, listen Spike, It looks like Lindsey might be a bit of a problem..."
"And you want to know if you can count on me to help." Spike finished for him. Angel nodded. "Angel, you're not the only one he's been playing his games with. Wouldn't you be pissed off if he was responsible for turning you into a bloody puppet?"
"Is that a yes?" Angel asked. Spike nodded, smiling.
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
"Just call if you need me." Spike replied. "Thanks Fred, Wes, for helping me out."
"No problem. Did you want a ride home?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, that would be great." Fred picked him up. "I guess I'll be seeing you later Angel." Spike smiled a good-bye and left with Fred.