Cause and Effect...

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Okay, here are five 100 word cause and effect drabbles.

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Lindsey/Angel
I was the one who opened his eyes again. He had been blinded to everything, unable to see how far down he had really sunk. You don’t just join up with the opposing side, screwing your friends over in the process, and not become tainted by what you were trying to fight in the first place.

This was the real reason I’d come back in the first place. Not just to see him again, and he had been a sight for sore eyes, but to get his head back in the game. The world needed its Champion, not a CEO.


Wes/Lindsey
“Didn’t I tell you to stop scratching at that?” I gave him one of my glares. The git winced, but I saw his hand start to reach out again. Okay, this called for drastic action. Getting out of the bed, I reach for his suitcase and grabbed two socks. “Give me your hands, Lindsey.”

He blushed, something I knew he only did around me, and I slid a sock over each hand. “I told you to stay on the path; these woods are full of poison ivy.” I shook my head. As if he ever listened. The socks should help.


Lindsey/Lorne
I’m not a good man. I know I’ve done a lot of evil things, but I hadn’t thought this would be the result. He’s supposed to care about me, supposed to be my friend. No one else knows about what I’ve kept inside, knows the real me, just him.

I think he knew why I was back, but he didn’t tell Angel. That would have spoiled things, put a dent on the whole plan. But what really hurt was he’d still been able to pull that trigger. Not just once, but twice. He fucking shot me. Friends don’t do that.


Lindsey/Lee
I should have helped him practice more. We’d been meeting at his place to see if there was a way to shield our minds from the firm’s psychics. Of course we never really managed to stay on track. Usually there was whiskey involved, and that always lead to other things. The lessons were soon forgotten as hands moved to tear off clothing, to touch skin.

This wasn’t my fault. I’d warned him about trying to leave. That it would really be an impossible task. You can’t just run away from a place that owns you, let alone just switch firms.


Knox/Wes for laevatein
I know what it’s like to not have the person you want. He’s a lot like me, even though he would never admit it. We both want the same woman, but for different reasons. I can see the jealousy in his eyes every time I manage to make her laugh, or even smile.

Have to admit though, when he grabbed me in the hall, slamming me against the wall, part of me really enjoyed it. I gave him a smile, daring him to do something. What I didn’t expect though, was a kiss hard enough to make me taste blood.

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They're all good, but the thought of Lindsey sitting there with socks on his hands made me chuckle. :o)