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Title: Rising From The Ashes
Author: Trashy Woman
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Angel/Lindsay
Content: Language, Sexual Innuendo
Setting: Post Apocalypse, End of the Fifth Season
Description: Lindsey awakes after being shot by Lorne. He’s
Not sure where he is or even if he’s alive.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters. No profit is made from this writing.



The pain, the pain searing hot. I can’t open my eyes, not yet. I don’t want to see. The last vision I have is of the gun, so close, so final and then nothing.

It was a good fight. I thought I had found redemption and a way back to him. He said he wanted me and I believed him, but then the dream ended and all that’s left is pain. Am I dead? I don’t know. I don’t want to know, not yet.

Why? I should have known somehow.

I should have seen this coming. It wouldn’t be the first time. The bastard tried to have someone else do his dirty work once before. She couldn’t kill me either. She even came back to me for awhile, but in the end she was always his. I wanted to be his. I’m a fool for ever thinking that my desires, were somehow, his desires too.


Darkness surrounds me. The pain in my chest has eased, but the pain in my heart and soul are infinite. I am not sure where I am, heaven, hell or still on earth. Maybe I’m back at Wolfram & Hart. A slave for all eternity. I suppose it’s my just reward, the price I paid for selling my soul.


The glow from the fireplace sparks to life and my eyes begin to adjust to the dim light.

I can see the room more clearly now. A door, a window and some furniture. I now know I am on a bed. It’s very soft, like a feather mattress. I touch my chest and feel bandages. I let my breath out and know that I am alive.

The door squeaks and the floor boards creak. The shadow looms. My voice is still weak from days of unconsciousness, but I manage, “thank you for saving my life.”

“I may think better of it before this is over. I most likely made a serious error in judgment.”

Pain, like lightning through my heart! Pain not rage, just complete and utter soul wrenching agony. I can not breath. I can not speak. Tears flow soundlessly down my cheeks. He’s speaking to me now, but I can no longer hear him. Memories are passing before me and there is a roaring in my ears, deafening. The touch was hot, burning my flesh as he ran his hand down the left side of my face.


I wanted to scream. I wanted to strike out and kill him with one blow. I wanted to pull his mouth to mine in a never ending kiss. My mind was almost gone, all but for the sensation of his hand against my skin. He stroked my hair and whispered to me. I need to breath. I need to breath, breath!


“Lindsey, can you hear me? It’s all right I’m not going to hurt you. Please don’t be afraid. You’re safe.”

Safe. I’ve never been safe when it comes to him. It’s not fear. I have never been afraid of him. He encompasses everything I’ve ever wanted. I want him to kill me. I want this pain to end. I don’t think I can stand it. I want it to end now. How can this be happening? I should be dead. No more pain, no more anguish, no more nightmares, just eternal sleep.

“Lindsey, I know you can hear me. You’re alive. Your wounds have almost healed. You need to get out of bed and start moving around. I brought you some soup, Gunn made it. Says it’s his grandmothers recipe.”

“Eve?”

“I’m sorry. She never made it out of the building. Things were pretty hairy for awhile. Needless to say, the senior partners weren’t very happy with us. The demon hordes were massing and things didn’t look so good. It’s a long story and I’ll fill you in on all the details when your stronger. Right now you need to eat.

“Where are we?”

“Fred’s parents house, but that’s another story. Eat something and I’ll be back later.”

He reached behind and pushed me gently into a sitting position. Then propped pillows behind me. He placed the tray on the bed in front of me. I looked into his eyes for the first time. I’m not sure what it was I saw, but it had the most amazing effect on me. It made me dare to hope. He stroked my cheek one more time before leaving the room. My Whole body shook from the touch and I felt like I was on fire. This can’t be real. It can’t be. It has to be a dream, but if it is, I don’t want to know, not yet.

I’ve been getting stronger by the day. I have even ventured out of my room for short periods. That’s always fun. I get to see Angel and Spike brooding, Gunn ranting, and Illeria standing off in a corner in some sort of daze.

A couple of days after I regained consciousness, Angel finally related the story of how we all got here. It was pretty amazing. Apparently when Angel, Spike, Illeria and Gunn were trapped in the alley, they were rescued by a group called the Initiative.

They had been monitoring the situation and flew choppers in and picked up the gang. They killed hundreds of demons in the process. Angel knew the guy in charge of the operation, an agent Riley Finn. Angel asked Finn to look for me and it didn’t take long. I was right where Lorne left me. I was near death from blood loss, so they rushed me back to their underground complex. Their doctors and mystical healers worked on me for hours.

I finally asked Angel “Why” he looked for me and this is what he said.

“Because I’d rather live with you than without you. Good or Evil,I have feeling for you, Lindsay.”

Finally, there it was, real hope at last. I felt my heart and soul rise from the ashes and I was reborn.

End

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