Bitter [licenseartistic]
Title: Bitter
Prompt: We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey. --Kenji Miyazawa.
Character: Lindsey McDonald [Eve as well]
Fandom: Angel the Series
Word Count: 542
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Joss owns, I’m just borrowing for my own fun
Authors Note: Italic bit between Angel/Lindsey from ATS Episode 1x22 - Shanshu in LA
Bright lights hurt Lindsey's eyes even long before he opened them. The brightness piercing through his closed eyelids as he started to feel himself pulled out of his sleep slowly.
His mind was filled with fog and his eyes glazed over from an unknown source, quiet methodic beeping pulling him further and further from his daze. “Wha…” his voice faltered as he caught sight of where he was.
A hospital room.
Like a damn breaking Lindsey started to remember everything that happened and how he ended up here. Lindsey remembered the fighting, scaring Cordelia with visions that nearly killed her, blowing up Angel’s office. Everything came back to him, even the fight with Angel in the end.
”Lindsey, give me the scroll."
"That's not gonna happen. It belongs to us."
"Us. You put your faith in Wolfram and Hart."
“You said I had to make a choice."
"And you did."
"Yeah. I had a crisis - and I want to thank you for your help with that - but I see things more clearly now."
"You don't see anything. You don't know what faith is."
"I see that what happened here tonight was foretold - that doesn't bode well for you. - I see that you are either the one with the power - or you're powerless."
"Uh-huh. You see what I'm gonna do to you if you don't give me that scroll?"
"You need the words of Anatole to cure your friend. She's your connection to the Powers That Be. And since it is foretold that we sever all your connections well..."
"Don't believe everything you're foretold."
The memory burned in his mind, making the rage build in his gut so fast and hard he thought he would vomit if only his stomach weren’t empty.
With slow movements Lindsey moved his arm up, placing his wrist within his line of vision, his eyes falling on the bandages that covered his wrist as the once pristine white gauze was now stained with his blood.
Almost on autopilot Lindsey moved the muscles in his arm that would have flexed his fingers…that was before. His vision blurred when he realized that he could try forever and nothing would happen, he couldn’t move something that wasn’t there anymore.
Lindsey struggled to sit up in his hospital bed; blinking a few times to clear his vision as he glanced around the room. It was sterile and white, not a sign of life anywhere to be seen. There were no cards, no flowers, not even a note…
Not like he expected to receive a card or anything from Lilah unless it was dripping with sarcasm. ’Dear Lindsey, thanks for the office. I've had your name plate sent to your apartment.’
There wasn’t anytime to worry about trivial things such as friends. He had better things to focus his mind on, like revenge.
Unshed angry tears now blurred his vision and made his bandaged arm become blur before his eyes. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” he swore silently to the empty room, his pulse racing and making his wrist throb as he vowed to get back at Angel for everything he’s ever done to Lindsey.
He knew just how to do it…starting with the beauty in the box…
Prompt: We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey. --Kenji Miyazawa.
Character: Lindsey McDonald [Eve as well]
Fandom: Angel the Series
Word Count: 542
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Joss owns, I’m just borrowing for my own fun
Authors Note: Italic bit between Angel/Lindsey from ATS Episode 1x22 - Shanshu in LA
Bright lights hurt Lindsey's eyes even long before he opened them. The brightness piercing through his closed eyelids as he started to feel himself pulled out of his sleep slowly.
His mind was filled with fog and his eyes glazed over from an unknown source, quiet methodic beeping pulling him further and further from his daze. “Wha…” his voice faltered as he caught sight of where he was.
A hospital room.
Like a damn breaking Lindsey started to remember everything that happened and how he ended up here. Lindsey remembered the fighting, scaring Cordelia with visions that nearly killed her, blowing up Angel’s office. Everything came back to him, even the fight with Angel in the end.
”Lindsey, give me the scroll."
"That's not gonna happen. It belongs to us."
"Us. You put your faith in Wolfram and Hart."
“You said I had to make a choice."
"And you did."
"Yeah. I had a crisis - and I want to thank you for your help with that - but I see things more clearly now."
"You don't see anything. You don't know what faith is."
"I see that what happened here tonight was foretold - that doesn't bode well for you. - I see that you are either the one with the power - or you're powerless."
"Uh-huh. You see what I'm gonna do to you if you don't give me that scroll?"
"You need the words of Anatole to cure your friend. She's your connection to the Powers That Be. And since it is foretold that we sever all your connections well..."
"Don't believe everything you're foretold."
The memory burned in his mind, making the rage build in his gut so fast and hard he thought he would vomit if only his stomach weren’t empty.
With slow movements Lindsey moved his arm up, placing his wrist within his line of vision, his eyes falling on the bandages that covered his wrist as the once pristine white gauze was now stained with his blood.
Almost on autopilot Lindsey moved the muscles in his arm that would have flexed his fingers…that was before. His vision blurred when he realized that he could try forever and nothing would happen, he couldn’t move something that wasn’t there anymore.
Lindsey struggled to sit up in his hospital bed; blinking a few times to clear his vision as he glanced around the room. It was sterile and white, not a sign of life anywhere to be seen. There were no cards, no flowers, not even a note…
Not like he expected to receive a card or anything from Lilah unless it was dripping with sarcasm. ’Dear Lindsey, thanks for the office. I've had your name plate sent to your apartment.’
There wasn’t anytime to worry about trivial things such as friends. He had better things to focus his mind on, like revenge.
Unshed angry tears now blurred his vision and made his bandaged arm become blur before his eyes. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” he swore silently to the empty room, his pulse racing and making his wrist throb as he vowed to get back at Angel for everything he’s ever done to Lindsey.
He knew just how to do it…starting with the beauty in the box…