Again, Fox doesn't need to sue me and I hope that Imzadi likes it, considering the review of Sky is Blue.
"It's not fair," said Lindsey, softly, on the bed. It looked like a normal hotel room, only without the complimentary bible. Then the door opened to reveal a plastic surgeon's dream. She was perfectly proportioned, make-up just right, hair coifed upon her head and Lindsey didn't care. He only wanted to know what she would say.
"They will see you now," she said, her lips so bloated that she could barely get them out. He got up and followed her. It was a slow process that he half-expected would be followed by organ music, but they finally arrived outside a set of large red doors. A demon half his size, and covered in boils and lumps opened them. He stepped inside.
"Welcome Lindsey," said the Powers That Be. He nodded and tried to regain his composure. His work with Wolfram and Hart hadn't quite prepared him for this. Maybe if he had seen the Oracles.
It was a man and a woman, light and dark. Both radiated light, actually light seemed to be their only garments and accessories. They beckoned him to sit close to them. The three of them were in a forest, the door had disappeared. The deities sat on a fallen log and they gestured to a stump. When he sat down, it was as soft and comfortable as the cushiest chair.
"We would have expected you to at least change your clothes before seeing us."
He glanced at the shirt that still contained two large bloodstains from the two bullets that took his life. He shrugged and they gave him a look before the woman snapped her fingers. His clothes were instantly replaced by jeans and boots, his Oklahoma clothes.
"It's not fair, Lindsey?" asked the man.
"No, sir, I was trying…I wanted to be a better person and Angel had me killed. I'm dead because of him, but he's alive and I'm not."
Light crackled about the room and he had the impression that they were talking with each other.
"Even champions can make mistakes, it's a human trait," said the female. Lindsey grasped his knees tightly.
"We know your desire, but we will not grant it,"
"It's not for me that I ask it. She gave up immortality for me."
"Then she will join you in time."
"But until then, Eve suffers without anyone to help her cope with her losses."
"Would we be so heartless to leave her utterly alone?"
Lindsey took the fifth and said nothing, but he was dealing with those who could read minds.
"Look into the water, Lindsey," they said, pointing at the forest floor where water came up and covered all. It shimmered and showed his Eve, slightly older than he had seen her last. She was hugging a little boy with brown hair and bright blue eyes. Lindsey would guess that he was eight or nine. He was cute and she appeared to be happy, but…
"How old is the boy?"
"Nine."
He must have been dead longer than he thought or it was the future.
"What's his name?"
"Lindsey," said the man and the woman added, "after his father."
Lindsey watched them and smiled and cried a little. Then he nodded.
"Enjoy your afterlife, Lindsey," said the Powers That Be and the doors reappeared in the forest. It opened and he walked out, the light getting a bit darker with each step. The demon closed the doors behind him and turned around.
"What did they look like?" asked his low, guttural voice.
"What? Haven't you seen them?"
"Of course, sir, but they appear different to each person."
"Lindsey, there you are!" said a female voice happily. He turned to see a very familiar blonde.
"Darla."
"Come on, there's some people for you to see," said Darla, and before he could say anything, she grabbed his hand. Then she whisked him away.