Spirit Boy

It’d been about four years since Lindsey left Los Angeles and never looked back. Right after he left LA he went home for a little while and did some odd jobs here and there to accumulate some more money, after too long though he grew tired of his old life that he’d had before he’d ever heard the name Wolfram and Hart. After he left his hometown again for the second time he did some traveling and trying to gather any information he could on the Senior Partners. He was hoping to be able to get enough Intel on them so that he could get out of his contract.

After he’d grown bored with the traveling he finally settled down in New York City, Manhattan specifically. He got himself a job at a non-evil law firm, although he wasn’t really sure such a think existed. So for the last year he’d taught himself how to avoid things from his past life in LA, and he was doing a damn fine job too, except when it came to one Lilah Morgan. Lindsey loved his life in New York he real did, his only real complaint was the smell of hot dogs from the venders that seemed to come from every damn corner of the city. He had a great job as a defense attorney in one of the best law firms in Manhattan, a super posh pent house on the Upper East Side, a Mercedes convertible, and possibly the best girlfriend in the world or so people on the outside thought.

In reality though, Lindsey wasn’t happy in his current relationship with Roxanne. Sure she was a gorgeous supermodel and she liked him, but lately he was finding her insufferably boring. It didn’t help matters that all she talked about was her work, or the fact that he kept having dreams about Lilah. The dreams were of things they’d done or said in all the years he’d spent working with her, as well as other things that he’d never done with her. Lindsey’d been lucky so far though and hadn’t slipped up and said Lilah’s name at any point when he was with Roxanne. He knew though that it was bound to happen sooner or later, and the more Lilah crept into his thoughts during the day and his dreams at night he found himself truly regretting the fact that he’d left without saying goodbye to her.

It's been a few months now since I saved those blind kids from Vanessa Brewer. I'd been given a choice that night, either go back to the only place I'd ever felt like a god, or switch sides and try to make a difference. It felt damn good to help someone who really needed it for a change. So I kept the copies I had of the files, and turned down Holland's offer to stay. I'd waited until Holland had left for his new office, took one last look at the place I'd called home for the last few years, and then walked out the door.


Anyway since then I not only left what team Angel likes to call the root of all evil, but I left Lilah behind. This in the grand scheme of things isn't so terrible, especially since all we ever amounted to was a drunken one night stand that since it happened has never been talked about. I've been here at Angel Investigations for a little over two months and I love it here. Cordy still seems to be the only one willing to really give me a chance, though the others are slowly coming around. Angel and I fight almost constantly about how we should approach certain cases though.

Like tonight's case for instance, we'd found out about a ritual sacrifice that was going down in the warehouse district that the firm happens to own some of. I keep telling him that we should wait and see if my contact gets back to us, but oh no, mister hit things first ask questions later can't be bothered to wait that long! Because here we are sitting outside the place with Gunn, who when we started the fight agreed with me, until, Angel said no then Gunn fell right into line with our 'fearless leader' here. I swear it's days like this that I wonder if leaving was a good idea, although working for Angel isn't near as bad as working for Wolfram And Hart.

I woke up early the next moring around seven, the events from last night still running through my head. I quietly and carefully untangled myself from Lilah. I didn't want to wake her,since I know she's not a morning person, reguardless of the circumstances. I quietly made my way from her bedroom, down the hall and into the kitchen.

Once I was in the kitchen I looked around for food and the basic kitchen utensil's one would need for cooking any breakfest food. After searching around for a few mintues, I finally found everything I needed. Not long after that I had toast, O.J.,a fresh hot pot of coffee, and fluffy strawberry pancakes cooking on the stove.

Cordy still hadn't called at all yet; so I figured I'd stay long enough to make and have breakfest with Lilah,before going home to shower and change for work. I also still had no idea what exactly last night had meant as far as were I stood with her, or the firm.

I was told once that Life is just a series of moments. It was what you did with each of those precious moments that really mattered. I'd come from a dirt poor family, but managed to make a better life for myself. I had it all by the time I was twenty two, the flashy sports car, fancy designer suits, a nice little condo and more zeros in my bank account than I'd ever dreamed of. Yeah I sold my sold for the high life, and it was everything Wolfram and hart had promised. I was at the top of my game, even had killer competition in the form of one Lilah Morgan. Since arriving at the firm I had thought I was all that, until I met her. She made me a better lawyer even if sometimes I didn't want to admit it. She pushed every god damn one of my buttons, she knew exactly how to get under my skin and how to cut a man down with just a searing look. I swear if looks could kill she was the woman for the phrase. She was everything a man could want and more. Lilah Morgan was brains and beauty, but she was also deadly as a panther. She wasn't the type of woman you crossed and lived to tell the tail. I'd been lucky the few times I'd managed to piss her off that she didn't just castrate me where I stood.


Anyway I'd enjoyed everything the firm had to offer until Angel showed up to the City of Angels and started to ruin my perfect life and fabulous career. I say ruin because I hate the guy, but in reality he just showed me that I was still human. Angel showed me that I wasn't as far gone as everyone including myself thought. I wasn't happy anymore, hadn't been for some time. So after Lilah and I managed to survive a deadly massacre and she'd tried to play me by offering a way out I almost said yes. It wasn't until the firm gave me a new evil hand that I finally decided I was done with them. I shot up that boardroom and left town saving Lilah's life in the process.



I'd gone home after that and as I was packing up my belongs Lilah stopped by to see if I was really leaving. I told her I was and to be careful, I guess in the end my warning hadn't been enough Lilah was now dead. I'd found out from a contact that I still had in LA. Carlo had called to tell me that she'd been killed by a possessed Cordelia Chase, then Angelus had drank from her and to top it all off her lover the ex watcher had cut off her head thinking she'd been turned. Bastard didn't even bother to check if she really had been turned. Luckily for him Angel's group's battle with the beast killed him before I had a chance to do it myself. I spent those first few nights after I'd gotten the news just sitting in my house in Atlanta Georgia drinking. I tried so hard to drink away the pain, but nothing helped. So finally one night while finishing off a bottle of Jack Daniels I came up with an idea, I was going to get Lilah back no matter the cost.

I put down the nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels and got into my beat up old truck. I drove out to the cross roads that were about five miles from my little ranch house. I parked the car on the side of the dirt road and hopped out. I walked to where the roads met and looked around I made sure I was alone. "I know you're here and I know what you do" I said into the air. I then stood there waiting for a few minutes. Shortly after I'd spoken a beautiful woman appeared out of nowhere and walked up to me. "Okay guess we can skip the informal chit chat, Lindsey. What exactly do you want?" She smiled and her eyes went red for a second. I looked back at her with no fear or hesitation. "I want to make a deal" Her smile grew. "You know how this works cowboy; there's always a price to pay. Although you knew that I'm guessing since you came all the way out here to find me." I sighed in frustration. "I know there's a damn price can we just make the deal?" She walked over to me. "Alright what is it that you want?" I looked the demon masquerading as a woman straight in the eyes. "I want you to bring a friend back from the dead. Her name's Lilah, Lilah Morgan." The demon smiled brightly. "Oh good choice she's fun. I can give her back to you, but there'll be a price. Now normally it'd be your soul, but seeing as you already sold it to that pretty wicked law firm... You'll get her back, but she'll be bound to you permanently. Think of it as a eternal marriage with no way to divorce." She smirked. "Think you can handle that cowboy?" I nodded it was worth it if it brought her back alive. "She'll be alive once you bring her back right? She'll be just as she was before the beast got to her and all of that?" The demon nodded. "She'll be alive just the way she was before you left her. She'll have all her memories including the memories of everything that's happened to her."


I stood there as the demon moved over to me she stood in front of me close enough to touch. "So do we have a deal Lindsey?" "Yeah we've got a deal." just after I said those fatale words she kissed me, and when I opened my eyes the demon was gone and a very naked Lilah lay at my feet. I knelt down and cautiously reached out and touched her. "Lilah?"

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"Don't flatter yourself, kid. One drunken night in a boardroom,does not qualify you for membership in my love life. Besides, I'm not looking for advice from the guy who had the school-boy crush on a 400-year old whore."

Those we the last parting words from Lilah before she drove off. I don't know how the hell she does it, but she always *always* manages to get the last word. I swear it's like a special talent or something. After she left I pulled out of the parking lot and drove back to my place. I shut the engine off and got out of the car. I looked around only to find no sign of Lilah anywhere. I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. After I checked out the yard to make sure I was alone I walked into the house.


I poured myself a glass of scotch and sat down on my leather sofa. As I sipped my drink my mind driffted off to thoughts about Lilah. I silently cursed myself for even worrying about her. Lilah's a big girl Linds she can take care of herself, besides she'll be back she's not done tormenting the hell out of you yet. I finished my drink, then started to my bedroom. Lilah knows where I Am she'll come find me if she really doesn't plan on leaving. Besides there isn't a hotel nice enough for her 'delicate tastes' with in a hundred miles of here.

I've spent the last four months; since coming back to Oklahoma, trying to rebuild my life. After I shot up that board room and saved Lilah's life in the process, I decided to do some traveling. less than a month into the traveling I found myself back in Oklahoma. I bought back my parent's old ranch house, as well as buying a horse. Buying back the house was the first thing I did when I got back to Oklahoma. The second thing I did was check in with my nearest neighbor, who I’d left my bloodhound Cody with. And finally I bought the horse and put her out back in the stable barn we had. Once all of that was taken care of I spent the next three weeks working on fixing up the house. I added several safe guards to it, since I’d nearly escaped my last encounter with the Senior Partners bounty hunters, when they’d caught up with me in Montana.


After the three weeks of making sure the house was set up just the way I wanted it, I went about getting a job at a small law firm. The firm was a welcome change to Wolfram and Hart. For starters they helped people who didn’t really have the money to afford the bigger law firms in town. The job is great I have decent working hours and the pay may not be as grand as I’m used to, but it’s still a good amount of money. Unlike before I don’t go home every night from this job wondering if I did the right thing, or wondering how many innocent lives I’ve destroyed. This time around I know I’m doing something worthwhile. For the first time in ages I actually love my job and my life in general. Two months after I had finally managed to settle in, I met Melissa Martin. She’s the best thing that could’ve ever happenedd to me, and why the hell she even puts up with me half the time I’ll never know.

I was on my way home from the office to change before my date with Melissa. I was driving down old Clancy Rd., and as I came up towards my ranch house I saw an all too familiar top of the line silver Mercedes Benz parked in my driveway. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I saw the car. I was pretty sure just whose car it was too. “Great just when I thought I was having a good day” I thought to myself as I pulled into the driveway. I parked the car and got out, only to have my suspiciousions and fears confirmed, as I saw Lilah fucking Morgan evil bitch queen of Wolfram and Hart leaning against her car. She’s the one person besides maybe Angel that I never thought I’d ever see again. Her being her can’t possibly mean anything good. She’s not the kind of woman that fairs well out here. I bet the boys downtown are talking about her as we speak, at the moment though I didn’t really care about that. I glared darkly at her as I walked over to her. I kept my voice as cold as ice when I spoke. “What the hell are you doing here?”


((Open to Lilah))

It’s been a few weeks since we brought Darla back. Angel almost ruined everything, I didn’t see Lilah or Holland stepping up to finish the damn spell, so I did it, and what do I get for my efforts? Angel cuts my hand off, fucking vampire. But she’s back and seems to be adjusting to things pretty well, all things considered. Holland told me that the Senior Partners were very impressed with my sacrifice.


That still doesn’t help that I have to deal with this damn fake one, and the fact that I’ve spent that last few weeks trying to relearn damn near everything, with my left hand. Holland was in here earlier to check on Darla’s progress, he seems pleased with how far she’s come in a short amount of time. I’m still not entirely sure why I got put on this project, but I sure as hell don’t intend to let the Senior Partners down.


Lilah’s been in my office a few times in the last few days, never for long periods of time though. Darla and Lilah don’t exactly get along, and it’s easy to see why any idiot could figure it out. They’re both used to being the alpha female, I’ll be lucky if they don’t kill each other. Speaking of Lilah she’s jealous of my spending so much time with Darla. She’ll never admit it to anyone of course, but I’ve worked with her long enough to know the signs.


I grabbed one of the classical CDs off the rack on the wall. I spent the next twenty seconds or so trying to get the damn thing open. Just when I was about to given into my frustration, and toss the stupid case across the room the door opened. I could tell before she even said a word that it was Lilah, Great just what I don’t need right now.


[Open to Lilah]