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Title:The Quality of Mercy
Author: BelleImani
Fandom: Angel The Series
Pairing: Lindsey/Tara/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Not Fade Away
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Bugger off.
Blackness surrounded him and he fought it, pushing, arching, thrashing against it with every thing he had until he was able to finally, painfully take a breath.
That's when the soft voice came, so much kindness and he reached out blindly towards it.
"Shhhh, it's okay, it's going to be okay."
And Lindsey opened his eyes.
Sad blue green eyes looked into his, gentle eyes that reminded him of his mama, so long ago.
"Dea...dead?" Pushed out past a throat that was so dry and scratchy.
A soft smile graced that face, so very beautiful that had Lindsey not known that he was far from being destined for heaven he would have thought an angel had come to him.
He frowned, and a new pain came, one so much worse then the physical pain he was in that it made it look like a papercut.
Angel.
He'd finally thrown in with him, given him his trust and his sword, despite what Eve had said and Angel had betrayed him.
Sent him to do his dirty work.
Sent someone he'd thought of as a friend to kill him.
Ordered his execution.
He hadn't realized he was crying until small hands reached out and wiped the tears away.
"That's it. Let it out," the girl whispered and pulled him into her arms and for the first time in years Lindsey did.
All the pain and rage and hurt.
Surrounded by corpses and the stench of death and in the arms of a stranger Lindsey cried until he thought he would vomit and then cried some more.
Then, when he felt hollow, as if there was nothing left, he sagged into her arms and just breathed.
Breathed in the scent of wildflowers and wood and honey.
And felt for the first time in a long time...hope.
And couldn't help but smile.
"See you found him them," a familiar voice said and Lindsey looked up in shock.
"Sp..Spike?"
He was covered in viscera, hair grey from who knew what, clothes ripped and shredded and yet that duster of his with barely a scratch. His arm hang limply at his side and he was littered with small wounds and yet he was grinning even though his eyes were tired.
The hand that had been holding up the limp arm reached out to him and carressed his face and Lindsey instantly remembered the one night before everything went to hell when they'd sang together in that tiny apartment and then they'd slept together in that tiny bed and tried to forget the one who'd they'd both always felt as if they'd never be good enough for. No matter what they did.
"I see Glenda found you, you ready to have those visions for real now 'Doyle'?" Spike asked.
And Lindsey had just enough time to form the question in his mind before the gentle hands that were holding him moved to take his face and those beautiful eyes looked at him and suddenly the world went pear shaped.
When he woke up next he was in a soft bed and two bodies were wrapped around him, one cool and hard and oh so masculine the other soft and warm and filled with gentle curves.
He turned his head and found himself face to face with the angel again and she laid a gentle finger on his lips and pointed behind him where Spike was sleeping the sleep of the truly dead.
Then she snuggled into him and he felt his arms tighten around her and she whispered, "I'm Tara by the way."
"I'm Lindsey," he whispered back
She nodded and he felt her lips turn up into a smile against his chest.
"I know."
Tara.
Such a pretty name.
Explanations could wait until another time.
Right now he was going to enjoy this peace.
-----
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath, it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes;
Tis mightiest in the mightiest;
It becomes the throned monarch better then his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy...
Season justice....
From The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare
Title:The Quality of Mercy
Author: BelleImani
Fandom: Angel The Series
Pairing: Lindsey/Tara/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Not Fade Away
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Bugger off.
Blackness surrounded him and he fought it, pushing, arching, thrashing against it with every thing he had until he was able to finally, painfully take a breath.
That's when the soft voice came, so much kindness and he reached out blindly towards it.
"Shhhh, it's okay, it's going to be okay."
And Lindsey opened his eyes.
Sad blue green eyes looked into his, gentle eyes that reminded him of his mama, so long ago.
"Dea...dead?" Pushed out past a throat that was so dry and scratchy.
A soft smile graced that face, so very beautiful that had Lindsey not known that he was far from being destined for heaven he would have thought an angel had come to him.
He frowned, and a new pain came, one so much worse then the physical pain he was in that it made it look like a papercut.
Angel.
He'd finally thrown in with him, given him his trust and his sword, despite what Eve had said and Angel had betrayed him.
Sent him to do his dirty work.
Sent someone he'd thought of as a friend to kill him.
Ordered his execution.
He hadn't realized he was crying until small hands reached out and wiped the tears away.
"That's it. Let it out," the girl whispered and pulled him into her arms and for the first time in years Lindsey did.
All the pain and rage and hurt.
Surrounded by corpses and the stench of death and in the arms of a stranger Lindsey cried until he thought he would vomit and then cried some more.
Then, when he felt hollow, as if there was nothing left, he sagged into her arms and just breathed.
Breathed in the scent of wildflowers and wood and honey.
And felt for the first time in a long time...hope.
And couldn't help but smile.
"See you found him them," a familiar voice said and Lindsey looked up in shock.
"Sp..Spike?"
He was covered in viscera, hair grey from who knew what, clothes ripped and shredded and yet that duster of his with barely a scratch. His arm hang limply at his side and he was littered with small wounds and yet he was grinning even though his eyes were tired.
The hand that had been holding up the limp arm reached out to him and carressed his face and Lindsey instantly remembered the one night before everything went to hell when they'd sang together in that tiny apartment and then they'd slept together in that tiny bed and tried to forget the one who'd they'd both always felt as if they'd never be good enough for. No matter what they did.
"I see Glenda found you, you ready to have those visions for real now 'Doyle'?" Spike asked.
And Lindsey had just enough time to form the question in his mind before the gentle hands that were holding him moved to take his face and those beautiful eyes looked at him and suddenly the world went pear shaped.
When he woke up next he was in a soft bed and two bodies were wrapped around him, one cool and hard and oh so masculine the other soft and warm and filled with gentle curves.
He turned his head and found himself face to face with the angel again and she laid a gentle finger on his lips and pointed behind him where Spike was sleeping the sleep of the truly dead.
Then she snuggled into him and he felt his arms tighten around her and she whispered, "I'm Tara by the way."
"I'm Lindsey," he whispered back
She nodded and he felt her lips turn up into a smile against his chest.
"I know."
Tara.
Such a pretty name.
Explanations could wait until another time.
Right now he was going to enjoy this peace.
-----
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath, it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes;
Tis mightiest in the mightiest;
It becomes the throned monarch better then his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy...
Season justice....
From The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare