InsaneJournal

Who: Sophie Devereaux, Lindsey McDonald, Eliot Spencer
What: Confronting Eliot's demons
Where: A dive bar somewhere in Texas
When: Last night
Warnings: I wouldn't read it at work


Lindsey McDonald wasn't entirely sure what was happening. He'd been living a peaceful life, more or less, away from the insanity. He had walked away, and though he knew Wolfram & Hart owned him because they had his soul on contract (assuming he even had a soul, sometimes he wasn't so sure), he thought they'd leave him alone until he died.

Was he dead? He didn't think so. He'd been laying on the couch, watching TV. He hadn't really panicked when the wind picked up. But he didn't like when it picked him up, and drop kicked him in to an alternate dimension. He hadn't done anything to call Wolfram & Hart's attention; he'd been careful to keep a low profile.

And yet. And yet. He was sitting in a bar in Texas, several hundred miles away from the apartment he'd been living in, and he was waiting for a beautiful woman who called him Eliot, and neglected to tell him her name. He'd ordered her a cosmo, and nursed a beer for himself. Something wasn't right, about the whole thing, and Lindsey was about to call it off and walk away, when he saw her.

She looked like something out of a movie, she was that beautiful to him. She was walking toward him and it was all he could do to stay where he was, and wait for her to approach him. He knew she was the one, the way she looked at him, and she had said he looked like someone she knew, whoever Eliot was.

Eliot, meanwhile, had slipped in to the bar a few minutes before Sophie. He wore a knit cap pulled down to his eyes, and a scarf to cover his chin. Dressed in casual, all black clothing, he had taken a seat at the back, somewhat hidden from Lindsey's range of view. He wanted to see without being seen, but already he knew. He could just tell.

Still, he kept his head down. He had no intention of announcing himself, unless Lindsey tried to scam or otherwise hurt Sophie. Not that he didn't believe Sophie could handle herself, but he would step in, and let his brother know his friends were off limits. His brother. And he'd kept his name. Lindsey. He could have been anyone, and he kept the name Lindsey. Eliot shook his head, and settled in to watch.

Lindsey stood when Sophie moved within a few feet of his table. He held out his right hand, and even from the distance, Eliot could see that it was a little too...perfect, a little too smooth, a little too...fake. Something was definitely not right, about this whole thing, but he stayed put. He wouldn't blow his cover, unless he had to.