A/n: Yes. I have written A Lindsey/angel fic. Please be gentle this is my first fan fiction of this category. I hope you enjoy it. This takes place sometime after Lindsey meeting angel for the first time and him leaving in season two.
Disclaimer: Not mine. But GOD I wish they were
Despite evidence against me.
He stumbled into the bar, ignoring the curious stares from the noise he made with the door. He walked right over to the bench not looking at anyone. "Give me vodka, straight up." He murmured as his tired blue eyes memorized the counter top. Waiting for his drink he allowed himself a moment to wonder what he was doing here. He was Lindsey Macdonald! He should be spending his evening enjoying a glass of wine in front of his fire place or at some high class party or other. Yet here he was in some seedy bar in the less then reputable part of town and preparing to get drunk, and over WHAT? Some brooding, vampire do gooder who….who was the handsomest and kindness man he'd ever have the pleasure of meeting.
His drink came and he downed it in one gulp before ordering another. Yes, this was ridiculous. No, forget ridiculous, this was fucking hell. He was supposed to hate angel.Angel, even his name oozed goodness and purity. But instead he had the cleaver idea to get a crush on him and recently go one step farther and fall head over heels for the souled vampire. It was like some sappy romance novel where two people hated each other, slept with each other anyway and fell in love. Though he seriously doubted that the love bit would happen.
Gulping down his 7th or 8th glass of vodka and enjoying the pleasant buzz the alcohol gave him he decided to steer from the hard stuff for a bit and order wine. He had to refrain from making a face at the taste at first, it tasted like cheap merlot, but continued to drink it. His thoughts went back to angel as he slipped into a table at the corner of the bar. Almost everything brings back angel. He's both comforted and tormented by thoughts and fancies of the dark-haired man. Every single time he meets with angel in person the torment becomes worse, while he keeps up a good front of frigidness and hatred. But his heart, oh god he had forgotten he had one; His heart wants him to throw away the farce and kiss him. Sometimes even to turn up on angel's doorstep one night and beg on hands and knees for him. He always squashes those impulses. He can't give anyone anything to use against him, but at the same time, the urges are so strong.
He was lawyer by nature from long years with wolfman and hart. He's ruthless and cold and knows how to squeeze what he wants from people. He knows how to weigh things, how to measure up pros and cons and go with what has the most gain for him. But this emotion wasn't something that could be measured or predict iced and when he tried all the evidence pointed against him. Well He thought draining his wine glass and leave money on the table for his tab. I suppose I could go against the evidence. Just this once. He walks from the bar warmed the alcohol. Oh he knows tomorrow he'll probably see angel and have to go through the whole 'I hate your guts' song and dance. He knows that he shouldn't hope for it to change, but his does. (Despite evidence against me) He thought as he walked home in the chill of the night
A/n: what do you think? Sequal? Should I leave it? Is it crap? Review and Tell me either way!