Title: Hate the World 1/1
Author: Jericho Quentin
Pairing: Angel/Lindsey
Rating: R for naughty language
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd treat them better.
Author's Note: Fuck the world. Fuck doctors. Fuck 'em all. This is
to make me feel better.
Lindsey turned slightly, sweating, unable to sleep. Nightmares plagued
his dreams, and not even Angel's solid presence next to him could keep
them away.
Everything was haunting him, ever since he'd been to the doctor three
days ago. Fuck the world. Fuck them all. What do they know?
His horrible break-away from W&H was the star of the nightmare that had
forced him awake, shaking silently in terror. But that wasn't what was
worrying him. It was what the doctors had said.
Would the world ever stop fucking him over? He'd left LA for two
years, searching his soul, before coming back to LA. To Angel.
Angel, who loved him. Angel, who had saved his soul. Angel, who
couldn't even save him from his own treacherous body.
Lindsey silently left the bed, careful not to awaken the sleeping
vampire. He retrieved something from under the bed and walked out of
the room, down the hall, and up, out onto the roof.
He stared out into the night, beseeching the stars for a miracle. But
there was no miracle for him. Not for Lindsey MacDonald. Who went to
the edge of the darkness, and returned to the light. Only to be told
he was dying.
He'd known about the tumor for a while. The doctors had said it was
benign, non-cancerous, and wouldn't bother him. Until three days ago.
One simple check-up. One fucking CAT-scan.
Lindsey had faced demons and evil in it's most twisted form, the type
that delves into the very soul. So, one simple thing, a non-malicious,
innoculous procedure and his whole world changed.
Ripped from beneath his very feet.
It's growing, they'd told him. He already knew they couldn't remove
it. Not without blindness or perhaps something worse occuring to him.
And fuck if he'd let them use radiation on him.
Fuck them all. Fucking doctors.
Lindsey carefully lifted the gun, staring at it as it caught the
moonlight, a sweet dance over the gun, as if to say, yes.
Fuck the world. Well, he wouldn't let it fuck him over anymore.
Fuck the world.
Angel started out of his sleep, lying in bed for a moment, trying to
figure out what had awoken him. He reached to the other side of the
bed. Lindsey wasn't there. The door to the bedroom was ajar.
He left the room, trying to discern where his lover had gone.
Sometimes Lindsey went to the roof to think. Touching the stars, was
the thought that had always come to Angel's mind, a thought reminiscent
of Druscilla.
He went up the stairs slowly, dread mounting with every step.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
He stepped out onto the roof...
And screamed his agony for all to hear.
Fuck the world...