A/N: Hey everybody, here comes a new chapter and I really hope you will like it, especially with the little twist and now that I'm going with the Mpreg-storyline... yeah, I really hope you will still bear with me.

I will probably write the non-MPreg-storyline too once I've finished this one, or maybe parallel to this one... so yeah...

For now just have fun reading and comments would of course be much appreciated *puppy dog eyes*

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Of course thank you to McCoy's Secret Lover, Jesco123, msdarque, Kittendragon, dr3, darkshadowarchfiend, mikesh, Mori Lina (I hope you can live with the way the story is going to go, Mpreg and all, because I'd hate to lose you as a reader, but I can totally understand if you can't continue reading it and I'll probably start on the non-Mpreg-storyline soon), fro-chan, TerrorInYerBathtub and sweetteetwo for all your kind comments *hugs you all* and thank you also to everybody who has favorited and alerted this story *smiles*

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Warnings: AU, SLASH (Lindsey/?, Lindsey/Angel somewhere along the way) MPREG, but nothing too explicit... mostly just mentioned...

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Disclaimer: The characters from Angel belong to Joss Whedon and I'm just borrowing them for my little story. This is not for money, but just for fun...

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Chapter 5

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"It's something about Eliot... about me and Eliot to be exact..."

Lindsey stared at Angel, not really sure if he wanted to know what exactly the vampire wanted to tell him, especially when he saw the look on Angel's face. And he also wondered what Angel could have to say about him and Eliot. So he looked at the other warily.

"And what is it that you have to tell me?" he questioned cautiously, again not sure if he really wanted an answer, but at the same time needing one. The hand on his cheek tensed a little, but Angel didn't remove his hand. It was obvious that the vampire was looking for the right words. Angel sighed again and Lindsey stayed quiet, giving the other the time to find the right words, even though his mind screamed at him to just ask Angel... to find out if there was a threat to his son here somewhere. It was quiet for a little longer, before Angel finally found his voice.

"Do you remember our first meeting?" he questioned and Lindsey raised an eyebrow. This really wasn't the question he had expected.

"Seriously?" he questioned, sitting up a little to better see Angel's face. "You are seriously asking me if I remember our first meeting?" he wanted to know, just to make sure that he hadn't misunderstood the other man. Lindsey really wondered why Angel brought this up right now and in this situation.

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Of course Lindsey remembered their first meeting. How could he forget something like that? Angel had thrown Lindsey's client out of the window after all and the young lawyer had found the vampire's boldness somehow very interesting. Still, he had no idea why Angel had brought it up, but the vampire probably had a good reason so Lindsey decided to just humor him for now.

"Of course I remember. I got into a lot of trouble with the Senior Partners because of that," he answered and wisely didn't tell Angel that he had also wanted to just bent over the nearest table and beg Angel to fuck him bag then, because he had been scared by those intensive feelings he had had ever since he had first laid eyes on the vampire. Angel chuckled a little, because he also remembered that moment when he and Lindsey had looked at each other in that huge office. But the chuckle didn't hold long and the master vampire turned serious again seconds later. He looked at Lindsey, really not sure how to exactly say what he needed to tell the young lawyer. But he knew there was no easy way to say it, so he decided to just start and hope that he'd get out all he needed to say.

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"What would you say if I told you that that wasn't our first meeting?" he asked and Lindsey stared at him wide-eyed.

"I'd call you crazy, because how on Earth do you think I could forget meeting you before that?" Lindsey questioned, glad that his voice sounded even and didn't shake too much, because his heart had sped up, beating rapidly. Angel ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Not if the Powers that be wanted us to forget it," Angel stated and Lindsey's eyebrow rose even more, especially when Angel said "us", because that meant that somehow the vampire hadn't remembered either. But still, Lindsey wasn't sure if he should just start laughing out loud at the ridiculousness of it all. When he saw the expression on Angel's face, however, he thought that this might not be the best idea.

"You're serious, aren't you? We've really met before and we both don't remember?" he questioned. And when Angel nodded, the young lawyer's eyes widened, the gears in his head started turning, trying to make a connection.

Why had Angel brought that forgotten first meeting up, when he was trying to tell him something about Eliot, and more important about a connection between his son and Angel? Lindsey's heart skipped a beat when he finally made a connection, not necessarily one he liked, or maybe one he really had wished for?

"Angel, what are you trying to say?" Lindsey asked, fear and hope evident in his voice.

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Angel was about to answer him, when suddenly the door to the room burst open and Eliot came through the door, a bright smile on his face, munching on a cookie and waving a clear plastic bag with more in his other hand.

"Look daddy, Cordy gave me cookies for you," he yelled, continuing without taking a breath, or so it seemed: "They're not the ones we made, of course, because Cordy says that they need a little more time in the oven. But she made them yesterday and gave me one, because I was such a good helper today and some for you, because cookies will help you get better sooner."

The little boy said all of that between bites of his own cookie and Lindsey couldn't help but smile at his son's antics and his heart warmed when he saw how happy his son was, even though it was a bit painful to realize that other people made his son this happy. And Lindsey's smile dropped from his face, when instead of climbing onto the bed, snuggling up to him, Eliot simply climbed into Angel's lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world and then he held out the bag of cookies for Lindsey to take.

A burning in his eyes told Lindsey that there were tears forming, but he refused to cry about this, not in front of his son and not in front of Angel of all people. Besides, it was also a little heartwarming to see how content Angel looked, an arm around Eliot to keep him from falling off his lap. But it also hurt, because for the past years it had always been Lindsey and Eliot and it was a little sad to see that Eliot trusted those people so much already. He feared that it might just end up a situation that would hurt his son and Lindsey really didn't want that.

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He watched Angel and Lindsey and there really was that content look on Angel's face that Lindsey had never seen before and again his brain made a connection Lindsey didn't really want to make, but at the same time it would be almost like a dream come true. He wanted to ask Angel more about their supposed first meeting before their actual first meeting, but with Eliot in the room and his suspicions about what Angel had wanted to tell him, he really didn't want to ask.

To avoid further awkwardness and to stop his thoughts from going even darker and getting more confusing, Lindsey reached out with his good arm and took the bag of cookies that Eliot still held towards him.

"Thanks, buddy," he said and would have loved to ruffle his son's hair, but with his other arm useless he couldn't do it, but he tried to hide the frustration because of it and continued with a light smile: "I'm sure I'll feel a lot of better after a few cookies and when I taste the ones you made, it will get much better." After he had said that, he tried to open the plastic bag.

Eliot beamed at him and snuggled a little closer to Angel, who put his arm more securely around the small boy's chest, a small smile on his face, which quickly turned into a frown when he saw the dark look on the young lawyer's face, Lindsey was still trying to get the bag open, but with one hand it was obviously too hard for him to do.

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And without thinking too much, Angel reached out.

"Here, let me help you," he said and wanted to take the cookies from Lindsey, who looked at him, his face a frustrated mask and for a moment the vampire thought that he might start yelling at him, telling him that he didn't need his help, but then Lindsey only sighed in resignation and handed Angel the bag.

"Thanks," he whispered, avoiding Angel's eyes. The vampire sighed when he took the bag, wondering why Lindsey seemed so distant all of sudden. But then again, the two of them had a lot to talk about. Especially about Eliot. Angel's eyes wandered to the blonde boy on his lap, who was still munching on a cookie. A fond smile made its way onto his face again, something he had happen to him quite often for the last days whenever Eliot paid him attention.

Quickly shaking his head to stop his thoughts from wandering, Angel opened the zipper on the clear plastic bag, took out a cookie and handed it to Lindsey.

"Thanks," was the short answer from the young lawyer, who then busied himself with eating said cookie.

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Eliot, who had been quiet on Angel's lap so far, now squirmed a little, so that Angel loosened his grip on the boy. Eliot didn't waist any time to climb out of Angel's lap and onto the bed, snuggling up to his father. He had obviously realized that his father was upset about something and he wanted him to feel better.

"Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight?" he questioned, his eyes wide, because he really didn't want to leave, not now that his father was finally awake.

Lindsey, who couldn't help the warmth spread through him when his son came to him and he nodded without hesitation.

"Of course you can, Eli. In fact, I'll probably feel a lot better when you're here with me and protect me," he stated, his voice as serious as possible, stifling a chuckle when Eliot squared his shoulders and tried to look more intimidating.

"Of course I'll protect you, daddy, just like you have always protected me," Eliot answered, proud that his father trusted him so much. Lindsey put his arm, now that he had finished eating the cookie, around his son and pulled him closer, inhaling his boy's scent, just to assure himself that he was still here with him... or better that he was finally back with him. And his mood had brightened up again too, now that his son didn't favor Angel.

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Angel...

The thought of the vampire brought Lindsey back to the other occupant of the room and he looked at the souled vampire, slightly taken aback at the intense look on Angel's face. The vampire's eyes were so focused on them that Lindsey had the feeling that it took all of Angel's willpower to not just climb into bed with them and pull them into his arms. And Lindsey couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like. The image his mind came up with, wasn't a really unpleasant one and it also helped Lindsey to remember that Angel had to tell him something important about Eliot and the young lawyer finally wanted to know what it was. And as much as he hated the thought to be parted from his son again, he knew that Eliot didn't necessarily have to hear what Angel thought was so significant and important. He ruffled his son's hair and looked at him.

"Eli, can you find Lorne for me? I really need to talk to him about something important?" he questioned, sure that the demon was still somewhere in the hotel and Eliot wouldn't be tempted to go outside.

His son looked a little dubious, probably not willing to leave his father again, but what Lindsey had just asked of him sounded important and Eliot adored Lorne and loved spending time with his godfather, so looking for him and then have three of his four favorite adults in one room to play with him and to talk to was a very nice prospect, so he nodded, snuggled closer to his father again for a second, before smiling brightly.

"I will," he promised, gave Angel another smile, slid down the bed and then he was gone as abruptly as he had stormed into the room minutes earlier. And again Lindsey had to smile. It was so good to see Eliot back to his happy self that he had been before Wolfram & Hart had interfered with the boy's life.

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But as soon as Eliot was out of the room, the door closed with a loud bang after him, Lindsey turned his attention towards Angel, giving the vampire a pointed look. And Angel understood it without too much problems.

"You want to finish this talk now?" he questioned and inched a little closer to the bed. Lindsey nodded immediately.

"Yes, I do want to finish it now. I'm so worried and freaked out just thinking what you might want to tell me and I have a few suspicions so please confirm or dismiss them right now before I go crazy," the young lawyer stated, sitting up a little more so that he could look Angel straight in the eye to see if the vampire was lying to him or not about whatever he was going to say next.

Angel sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"As I said before, what I'm going to tell now, is going to sound unbelievable, but it's the truth and it is a truth I couldn't be more happy about," he started and Lindsey's eyes widened a little, because if it really was, what he suspected and Angel was happy about it too, then maybe there really was hope. And even though Lindsey had tried to prepare himself for this possibility, he was still stunned into silence, when Angel finally told him, a bright smile on his face.

"I'm Eliot's second father..."

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to be continued...

So, did you like the little twist? *ducks flying tomatoes*