Prompt: I Drive Your Truck (Song by Lee Brice)
Fandom: Leverage/Angel crossover
Characters: Eliot Spencer, Lindsey McDonald, Lilah Morgan
Pairing: None
Summary: Lindsey drives Eliot's truck. SongFic for "I Drive Your Truck" by Lee Brice
Disclaimer: I own a Netflix account, and an iTunes copy of "I Drive Your Truck", nothing else. None of these belongs to me. I'm just taking it out for a joyride and WILL return everything in one piece. Promise.


Lindsey knew that if he drove the beat up truck into work, he'd get hell from Lilah, but he didn't really care. As far as he was concerned Lilah could go do something anatomically impossible with her nagging. After work he planned to drive until he found a nice long back road (not an easy feat in Los Angeles).

Three years ago today his family had been informed that Eliot had been killed in action, and he knew that his mom would phone to ask if he was coming home, but he couldn't go sit by the grave he knew was empty. There hadn't been enough left to burry after his little brother's convoy had been hit by an IED. He never really felt like Eliot was there with him.

In that old truck that El had loved so much, with the same radio station playing through the static, and nothing else changed he felt like his kid brother was sitting beside him chatting about how the Cowboys had played the night before. Sometimes he even felt a light punch to his shoulder that he knew Eliot would have given him is he saw the tears rolling down his face.

Lindsey had done everything recommended, even talked to one of Wolfram and Hart's not quite human psychologist, but nothing was quite as effective as taking the truck out for a good long drive and just turning his mind off for a few hours. When he drove Eliot's truck it was like his brother wasn't dead and everything was okay for a while.


Eighty-nine cents in the ashtray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade
Rollin' on the floorboard

That dirty Braves cap on the dash
Dogtags hangin' from the rear view
Old Skoal can and cowboy boots
And a "Go Army" shirt folded in the back

This thing burns gas like crazy
But that's all right
People got their ways of copin'
Oh, and I've got mine

I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Till all the pain is a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck

I leave that radio playin'
The same ole country station
Where you left it
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Yeah, man, I crank it up
You'd probably punch my arm right now
If you saw this tear rollin' down my face
Hey, man, I'm tryin' to be tough

And Mama asked me this mornin'
If I'd been by your grave
But that flag of stone
Ain't where I feel you, anyway

I drive you truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Till all the pain is a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck

I've cussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye
I've shook my fist and asked God why
These days, when I'm missin' you this much

I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, and I tear it up
Till all the pain is a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes,
Brother, sometimes, I drive your truck

I drive your truck
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
I drive your truck