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slashthedrabble2004-12-24 09:14 pm
troponin.livejournal.com) wrote in slashthedrabble2004-12-24 09:14 pm
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Second post
300 words. Lindsey/Xander, Season 5, AU. Mention of character death.
Also the first time I've written any BtVS fic that doesn't include Jesse(/Xander). Again, not betaed.
He had swept into town in his suit and briefcase after Joyce’s funeral, offering both his condolences and access to resources they couldn't get anywhere else. The token protests had been made, but after all was said and done, Lindsey was able to fax the signed documents to the main office in a week.
That night came and went, the firm’s sorcerers casting just the right mojo to send the Hell God back to wherever it came from. If circumstances had been different, a deal could’ve been made with Glorificus, but the Senior Partners hadn’t been quite ready to let go of this branch. Besides, he mused, fingering samples of the Key’s hair and skin, there were other benefits to consider.
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A week later, and he’s still in town, claiming to wait on more paperwork. It’s dark, and he’s in Xander’s apartment, picking through the mess of dirty laundry and beer bottles. He finds Xander slumped against the refrigerator, half asleep and stinking of cheap beer.
The cold water makes Xander jerk and glare, and Lindsey smiles.
Xander appears after awhile, dripping wet and fairly sober. Lindsey slinks over, draping a friendly arm over his shoulders. “She wouldn’t’ve wanted you to let go of yourself like this,” he drawls, voice low.
(Poor girl. It was a shame that one of the beams had managed to fall on her in the aftermath of the fight. Strange, though, that no one else had been harmed.)
The other man stiffens, and as Lindsey rubs away the tension in his shoulders, sobs start to wrack his frame. Lindsey smiles, and draws Xander into the arms, grateful that none of them had thought to read the fine print too closely.
He's due to receive a bonus, he thinks, eyes tracing the curve of Xander's backside.
Also the first time I've written any BtVS fic that doesn't include Jesse(/Xander). Again, not betaed.
He had swept into town in his suit and briefcase after Joyce’s funeral, offering both his condolences and access to resources they couldn't get anywhere else. The token protests had been made, but after all was said and done, Lindsey was able to fax the signed documents to the main office in a week.
That night came and went, the firm’s sorcerers casting just the right mojo to send the Hell God back to wherever it came from. If circumstances had been different, a deal could’ve been made with Glorificus, but the Senior Partners hadn’t been quite ready to let go of this branch. Besides, he mused, fingering samples of the Key’s hair and skin, there were other benefits to consider.
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A week later, and he’s still in town, claiming to wait on more paperwork. It’s dark, and he’s in Xander’s apartment, picking through the mess of dirty laundry and beer bottles. He finds Xander slumped against the refrigerator, half asleep and stinking of cheap beer.
The cold water makes Xander jerk and glare, and Lindsey smiles.
Xander appears after awhile, dripping wet and fairly sober. Lindsey slinks over, draping a friendly arm over his shoulders. “She wouldn’t’ve wanted you to let go of yourself like this,” he drawls, voice low.
(Poor girl. It was a shame that one of the beams had managed to fall on her in the aftermath of the fight. Strange, though, that no one else had been harmed.)
The other man stiffens, and as Lindsey rubs away the tension in his shoulders, sobs start to wrack his frame. Lindsey smiles, and draws Xander into the arms, grateful that none of them had thought to read the fine print too closely.
He's due to receive a bonus, he thinks, eyes tracing the curve of Xander's backside.
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Poor Xander. Wicked Lindsey! Clever you. ;o)
::loves on the missing Jesse::
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Jesse=<3333
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And no, I'm not stalking you, I just don't empty my email trash file as often as I should, and a quick scroll through the deleted LJ comment notifications brought me here. ;o)
I look forward to seeing what you do with your assignment. ;o)
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