Lindsey McDonald (oklahomalawyer) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-05-26 13:25:00 |
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B/C This Needs to Be Wrapped Up Yesterday
Who: Ben and Lindsey
Where: Avarice
When: May 15, 2019
Apparently, it had taken a couple of days for Ben to get in touch with Lindsey, or he had just put it off, but, considering the direness of their circumstances, it was probably the former. Lindsey himself had went into a bit of a tailspin when his own child had disappeared. After doing some asking around, he figured out what was going on (end of the world HERE instead of THERE), well, that had hit him even harder. And he had hit the bottle just as hard. Which is why, when Ben did find him, he was on his third scotch and water, easy on the water, thanks.
Oddly enough, Ben hadn't been here at Avarice in almost three years. He had left the more common day to day runnings to Bretton by this time, and concentrated more on Full Moon Records. Any nostalgia he might have felt was squashed though, when he saw Lindsey sitting there. "Alright, McDonald... Let's hear what you have to say."
"No hello? No how are you?" Lindsey asked briefly. He shook his head. "Fine. Down to business then. There's this being that I've been looking into, Lord of the Timestream or whatever. You want to move back and forth in time without it being some bizarre mistake? Apparently you talk to him."
"And two questions immediately spring to mind: One... how do YOU know this?" He sneered, for once looking like the Ben of old again. "And two... why the HELL should I trust a damn thing you say?"
"Because it helps occasionally to have a wife who still works for Wolfram & Hart," he pointed out. He had quit years ago, himself, but his wife seemed to have no such ill will toward evil endeavors like he had developed. "And two, you got anything better to go on?" He drained his own drink. "You're not the only one with time hopping kids, you know."
"I didn't figure I was. But Bella said you came to her... that you knew what was going on. You know what? I don't even care. All I want to know is, how can I trust you? Why would you WANT to help us? I think we both know this place can't be saved, and neither can we."
"At this point...no, we can't," Lindsey admitted. "But a version of us can, if Bella actually goes back and helps out like she did before." He got himself a refill. "I'd like at least a version of myself to live. Give my own kid a chance to live. Wouldn't you? I'm sure that you wouldn't want either of your girls to perish here, with us." He finally looked back up at Ben. "I knew about this months ago. I was hoping that it wouldn't degrade to this, but it did. So, in order for ANYONE to have any sort of future, she's gotta go back. This timeline seems to be fucked either way, so, send anyone you care about that doesn't already have a double through and that *should* leave the past in OK shape. *We* can't go back without destroying causality, though. Or something." So, THEY were doomed, but their kids didn't have to be.
"Fine. Then get us in contact with this... gatekeeper, or whatever he is. But just know, McDonald... if you're fucking us... I'll find you in hell and spend eternities beating the SHIT out of you." He glared, still wanting to reach over and strangle the guy. Even after all these years, part of him still remembered and loved Faith, and the way Lindsey helped betray her had never healed in his mind.
"You won't find me in your own hell, Ben," Lindsey said. "My former employer has a special personal one set up for me. Stuff that even you can't imagine. I'm gonna get what's coming to me. Don't worry about it." Lindsey, even if he wasn't employed by them anymore, was still under contract. "I have nothing to gain for myself in this time for helping you. Think on that for a while." He finished his drink and stood up, pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket. "Here's the ritual to summon the guy. Give him a gift of a clock. He likes clocks, and you probably want this guy to like you."
"Jesus. Clocks? The guy deals with time constantly and he likes clocks? That's like giving me the gift of pussy. What's the POINT?" Ben noted, flabbergasted. "Fine. I'll summon him, then have Skylar deal with him, She's... much more diplomatic than I."
"No, that's like giving you the gift of pussy when you still owned the strip club," Lindsey pointed out. "Fine, have your wife talk to the guy then. I don't think it matters exactly who talks to him as long as you're not trying to send doubles through."
"And McDonald?" Ben stood, extending a hand to him. "One way or the other... way things are starting to fall apart... I'm guessing this is the last time I'll ever see you. If this is all legit? Thank you. One way or the other... before everything got fucked up... you were a damn good friend."
Lindsey reached out and shook his hand. "It really ain't worth a shit to say now, but I was just doing my job. You really shouldn't sell your soul before you know what you have to do for it."
"See you in another life, maybe. Try not to be such a dick in that one, ok? And maybe I'll try not to USE mine so much." He laughed, trying to lighten the mood a little.
"Let's not hold our breaths on either of those happening, shall we?" Lindsey asked with a slight laugh. Really, it was all he could do to not scream in futility right now about all of this, but hopefully Ben's kid or whatever she was would come through and at least make sure SOME future existed.