Do You Dream About Me?

Lopaka Tanu

Coupling: Angel/Lindsey

Warning: Violence, Sex, language, Slash, Mpreg. Angel Bashing Literally.

Disclaimer: I own Nata beaver Dam Thing.

Summary: A dream is a wish your heart makes. So what happens when a Witch meddles with things she doesn't understand? Redo on certain aspects of Season 2. Most of season 3 is a night mare perpetrated by some sick people and I refuse to believe it. DOWN WITH CORDI! I have a strict no Angel/Cordi policy.

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Part 1 Sometimes I watch you while you're sleeping baby.

When he arrived, they said nothing. He walked up the steps to the front porch with a suit case in one hand and a Guitar in the other. The front door was partially open so he took it as an invitation and walked in to the deserted house. House, for it was no longer a home. Death had touched the heart of this place far too often. He gave a knowing half smile as he walked to the back of the house and the never used spare room. A day bed with a bureau were the only furnishings and a small bathroom with a claw footed tub. This would do nicely.

After putting away his meager belongings and setting the guitar on the hand made stand he gave a wistful strum with his recently acquired hand and sighed. That could wait. He had other important things to do at the moment. For starters the house was a mess and trash needed to be taken out.

Quickly he set about cleaning and dusting the living room. He never noticed as the others came in one at a time. They never noticed he was not supposed to be there. He simply was. As they sat around looking at nothing unparticular he served drinks. No one spoke, no one needed too. He knew what they needed, when they needed it.

When she came in he smiled for her yet still refused to speak. She sat with her Willow and stared off at space with her eyes filled with tears. They still could not believe Buffy was gone, sacrificed herself for them all. Her body was taken by the nice gentlemen in white suits. Taken to a better place. She had to be strong, they needed her. She could not be strong, she needed them to be strong for her.

He noticed her tears and handed her a tissue. As he passed out the tissues he placed a comforting hand here, a smile there. He knew they would need time, for that is all any one could give them. Well not all, he could take care of them until they were strong enough to be on their own. So he made up his mind, he was going to be a deaf and mute Mary Poppins.

He checked the time and rushed to the Kitchen. They would need a meal, and soon. No time to cook he ordered out and arranged for them to sit at the table. He doubted they would eat very much but he still had to try. As they gathered in the dining room to eat he encouraged them to sit.

When the little one came in he noticed her vacant look. He held her close as she cried on his shoulder. He was slightly taller than her and had long blond hair so she felt a sort of comfort in the familiarity. His sky blue eyes were not so she avoided looking at them. She knew not who he was, but if he was willing to help she would not disappoint him.

When Spike arrived the others were sitting around the fire place watching the flames play on the gas logs. He took in the sight of the stranger and started to growl.

Lindsey merely shrugged and went back to cleaning the house. He had better things to do than to baby sit a platinum blond Vampire. Especially one that was the spawn of him. Running the vacuum cleaner over the dining room carpet he missed the conversation going on in the other room about him.

"Does any body know who that wanker is?" When no one answered he growled at them. "Then what the hell is going on? Why have you let a complete stranger in this house?"

Tara awoke from her crying induced sleep at his yells. "Wha... what are you going on about?"

"The dude with the hair an sweeper, who is he?" Spike pointed to Lindsey who was busy doing the drapes.

"He's my cousin."

"Well what the bloody hell is he doing here?"

"Apparently he is cleaning." Giles' observation brought tear filled laughter from the girls and Xander.

Spike gave him a victory sign and told him to shag off as he went to sit by Dawn. "Com' 'ere lil' bit." He pulled her close as she laid her head against his chest. "I know it hurts, but in time you'll get used to it. We all do. If living for a century has taught me any thing, it's life may be hard at times but you just have to get on with your life. Sure it may take a while, but you'll have good times in the bad, you'll see. Now you don't worry about a thing, Spike will be here to take care of you."

Dawn nodded her head against his chest and soon cried herself to sleep. She would deal with it in the morning, for now all she had to do was sleep. A few hours later Willow, Tara, Anya, Xander, and Giles had joined her.

Lindsey came out of the Kitchen drying his hands on a cloth sticking out of his apron. He smirked at the Vampire covered by witches and a little girl. Spike grunted as the stranger stood there watching with weird look in his eye.

"You gonna help me mate?"

Lindsey ignored him and proceeded to lift Willow in his arms. He carried her haggard form up the stairs and to the master bedroom. He soon returned for his cousin, and followed by Dawn. He came back with a pillow and a blanket for the Vampire then woke the remaining three. He pointed at the clock and they nodded. Anya and Xander took Buffy's room, Giles the spare room, and Spike the couch. Lindsey sat holding a drink watching the fire as he remembered months prior when he too lost some one special. As the fire burned down Lindsey fell in to a fitful sleep about a certain man in black with a pale completion and too much hair gel.

And that is how the first day ended. The reason this is so important is because it was to play a pivotal role in the life of our main character. But that is another part of the story reserved for another night. For tonight just be content with the beginning, for it is just that, a beginning. Why we haven't even begun the real story yet...

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part 2 Some times I see you hold your pillow tight.

Three weeks. It was three weeks now since that horrible night and that blessed day when he arrived. They finally started to take stock in their lives and see the world again. That's when it hit them. They were not alone. They had each other. But who did he have. One by one the three female occupants of the Summers house wondered that same question.

Lindsey ignored their conversation as he went about fixing their lunches and cleaning the kitchen. He smiled at the thought of him dressed in like a fifties housewife packing lunches and home work to send her brood off to school. He shook it off and went back to wiping off the counter. When he saw his reflection in the counter top he smiled, at least it was not the face of a demon staring at him. He ran a hand through his shoulder length hair and puzzled over whether he should cut it again or let it grow some more.

He had liked the curls.

Definitely going to schedule a trip to the barber shop. Six months of growth ago he had decided that he was going to keep it long. Try and be good again. And then what happens, Moron goes insane and fires his crew. Then he takes a personal vendetta against all that was evil. No that's not right, it started before he let those two psychos loose on the rest of them, on him. He had planned on being a good boy and apologize to tall dark and spiky. But no he had to ruin it all by setting the two bitches on him. Said he didn't care. Didn't love him.

Lindsey looked down at the cracked glass in his hand as the blood ran openly from the cuts. With a clinical outlook he studied the mess. The almost black blood ran in to the water as he merely watched. A scream from behind him broke his concentration.

Dawn cried out as she noticed his glowing eyes. The blue irises glowed around the black pits of his pupils. She stopped as she watched him clean up the glass and blood with the rag and go back to cleaning the dishes as if nothing happened.

Tara and Willow had come running at the beginning of the scream and watched as Lindsey cleaned up the mess. Willow didn't know what to make of this scene but Tara was instantly at his side helping remove the glass shards. When she tried to take them from him he prevented her with a gentle push to the side. She watched with tears as he held a bleeding hand over the pieces and they reformed to a cup in a ball of light. He smiled at her as his eyes returned to normal and he went back to cleaning up the blood with a rag.

They watched in silence as he went about his business cleaning the kitchen. With a glance at the clock again he turned to them and presented them with their lunches. He sighed as they just stared at him. Cocking his head to the side he turned back and pointed at the clock.

Willow was the first one to speak. "Who are you?"

Lindsey gave her a knowing look, like she already knew the answer. When she crossed her arms he turned back to the counter and wrote on a pad of paper marked things to do. He handed it to her and went back to cleaning the kitchen.

Willow read it aloud. "Lindsey. Now go to school or you will be late!" She stopped him again handing him the pen and paper. "What are you?" She ignored Tara's attempts to distract her.

Lindsey sighed, he knew this would happen. His next note took a few minutes as he scribbled as fast as he could. He handed it to her with her lunch and pushed all three out the door.

Willow stood stunned on the back stoop with the others. Tara shrugged and started off to walk Dawn to school then to go to her classes. Willow read aloud as they went.

"I am Lindsey. What I am is a mistake, a punishment for leaving my job. When you work for demons, they tend to frown upon people who try to leave their employment. I am not one to complain about my life, I know it sucks, so I figure why make other people miserable over it. You wanna know what I am. Simple, I'm a Brachy demon, that's pronounced Brat-Key.

"Bet you are wondering how I ended up this way. Well that is not so simple. It started back in L.A. with this really stupid vampire. He just didn't know when to leave well enough alone. Always had to make my life a living hell. I worked for a Law firm controlled by demons so he figured if he screwed me over the lawfirm would suffer. Errr wrong, the firm would sooner kill me then let them be affected by some ass hole Vampire.

"Well one thing led to another and I was facing either death at his hands, death at the hands of the firm, or death at the hands of his psychotic sire. I was really not in to having my heart ripped out for the firm to enjoy so I decided to end it myself. That is when they surprise me by offering something I couldn't refuse. Well like any thing from them it had a price that was too high. By the time I discovered the price it was already too late. So I made good by the offended and made it up to Fang face.

"I sent in my resignation and did one last good deed before I left. Well no good deed goes unpunished. He placed a sign on the back of my truck that said Cops Suck. You can guess what happened next. It was during my incarceration I got the confirmation notice from my bosses that I was fired. A demon named D'Hoffryn paid me a visit one night saying that as a part of my severance package for my years of good work, I was to be promoted one last time. He said a few words, waved his hand at me and in a ball of energy I was transformed in to something from a porn film.

"Five ten, eyes of blue, Blond, and with a hypnotic voice. Did you know they have a sick sense of humor in hell? I can't say a single word with out having everyone around me falling over themselves to get to me. I learned that the hard way in jail. I can fix things, heal things, and cause men to cum in their pants with the sound of my voice. I can't speak with out having men trying to drill me in to the wall with their cocks. See what I mean, sick, a layer who can't speak. But my voice has the exact opposite affect on women. They basically try to kill me every chance they get. So you will forgive me if I don't speak to you Tara or basically anybody for the rest of my life. Which, if this is like the other curses I have heard about from this D'Hoffryn guy, then I am basically immortal until the source of my powers is destroyed. Then I am back to being a good old human. There is more to this story but my hand hurts so have a good day at school. Lindsey."

Willow folded the note and placed it in her book. They walked in silence as they digested the information. Once they reached Dawn's school they told her by and walked off to catch the bus to college. On the bus Willow finally spoke to Tara. "So is it true, your cousin is really a demon?"

Tara nodded. "Yes, I received a letter from him a couple months ago which was just about a week after it happened. He was kinda upset but he could learn to live with it. I mean he has to. Don't worry about it Willow sweetie, he will be fine. Besides if he was a danger to us I would cast a binding spell and have him sent away. He just needs someone to care for, and to be cared for in return."

Willow smiled and laid back in to Tara's arms. "Do you think we could do something for him? You know, a little something to brighten up his life."

"Yeah I think he would like that."

"You think so?"

"Definitely. Well check the magic shop on the way home to see if we can find a spell to help." She smiled as Willow pulled her close and hugged her tight. This was not a good idea, this was a great idea. Paying Lindsey back for all that he has done to help them would make them all feel better.

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Another part of town outside of Willies.

A figure in black with a coat around his head walked in to the bar. Inside he lowered it to reveal his platinum hair. "So what's this about mate?"

The figure at the bar turned to him and smiled. "Hello Spike."

"Well if it aint the Big Poof's Poof? What you want this far from yur territory?"

"Can't I visit an old friend?"

"No."

"What do you know about Lindsey McDonald?"

Spike raised his scared eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

Darla smiled at him. "Let's just say him and I have some unfinished business." She smiled as she ordered a drink for her great grand childe and offered him a stool.

Now is where we must end our story for this night. Do not be sad for there is still much to come. But that is for another night. Good Night.

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Part 3 Am I the one you're holding on to honey?

Sitting in the middle of his bed Lindsey strummed the first cord on his guitar. Feeling the thrum fill the instrument made his heart leap with joy. To be able to play again after nearly a year was a godsend. Forgetting for a moment about what he was he began to sing to the melody of his song. Suddenly a loud crashing came in the kitchen.

Lindsey standing quickly, cursing himself for his stupidity, went in search of the intruder with a battle ax he found upstairs in a trunk filled with weapons. Quietly he wondered in to the main rooms of the house with the ax at the ready. What he saw there shocked him in to action.

Darla was glaring at the house from the dark tinted vehicle. She hated not being able to go out in the sun directly but the price you pay for immortality. Sighing again she wondering why she had even bothered to come here when sending demons to do her work would be so much easier. Oh yeah, demons don't kill each other, much less Sirens. Sorry Brachy Demons. What better punishment for that little whore than to be turned in to the demon equivalent.

When the singing started a dark rage filled her, and mindless of the sun she took off for the house at a dead run. She slammed the back door down cursing slightly at the damned barrier. This was impossible, Spike said the blond bitch was dead. At least the back was shaded from the midday sun.

When she saw the streak of long blond hair she almost started to curse again. That was when she saw the head attached to it and started to laugh. "Well if it isn't the little whore. I told you I would be back to finish what I started. Now invite me in so I can kill you. If you don't I will just wait for the others to come home and kill them one by one until you do."

Lindsey sneered at Darla as he charged after her with the battle ax. Too late he saw the spear gun. "Bitch!" He grunted as he fell to his knees just inside the door way with a spear sticking through his heart.

"Damn it, you never do things the easy way Lindsey. Always got to make it harder on yourself and everyone around you." She growls as she looks around for something which to drag him across the barrier with. Spotting a garden claw she smirks in full vamp mode. Quickly bringing it down in to the back of his hand she drags it across the threshold. She knew she had to hurry, Brachy demons healed faster than vampires and he would soon be waking up. Grabbing his hand she yanked with all her strength and pulled his body through the door way like a snapping rubber band.

Bodily bowling her over and landing on top of her in the middle of the sun drenched yard Lindsey would never know where the last bit of strength came from. Using him as a shield Darla flew back to the car tossing him over the back seat. Inside the car Spike smiled at her.

"Have a lil bit a trouble with the baby human, luv?"

Darla growled at him. "You idiot," Tossing her hair over her shoulder as she cocked her head to the side she glared at the younger vampire. "We are more human than he is. He's a Brachy Demon."

Taking a hit from his cigarette he smirks at her. "Never heard of 'em."

Snorting. "Not surprising considering that you are the fledgling of that half-wit Drusilla."

"Hey, you leave Dru out of this." Spike turns on her with burning eyes as he tosses out the cigarette.

"Gladly. Doesn't matter, she is next after Angelus anyways."

"Fine. Now what do you want with this soding idiot any ways?"

"It's personal!"

"All right, don't get your panties in a twist. I just wanted to know what my role in all of this was."

"Your part is done with. I no longer need your services." She turned to him smiling. "So get out."

"What, in the middle of this god forsaken place? You have to be mad."

Vamping out Darla's smile got even bigger. "Get. Out."

Spike scowled pulling up his coat. "Oh all right then. Fine. Just answer me one question I deserve that. What is so special about this damn demon anyways?"

"Simple, he is the last of his kind, with good reason. Ever hear of a Siren?"

"Yeah some chicks that could mesmerize people with their voices right?"

"Yes, well that legend came from the Brachy demons. Only they were not female, but male, everyone of them. Don't ask why they are pictured as female. Probably some monk who couldn't get over that he was gay so he changed the legends to fit his narrow view of the world." She waved a dismissive hand in the air.

"So you are saying he drives men nut's with lust with the sound of his voice?" He started to laugh. "That has got to be the most ridiculous thing I hav..." Spike stopped talking as the moans started in the back seat. As he as about to turn around to investigate he was shoved out the passenger door in to broad day light. "Shit! Fucking Bitch!" He screamed as he ran for shade covering his body with his coat.

Darla smiled as she looked down on the figure of the moaning Lindsey. She had to fight the urge to kill him again. It doesn't work that way. There were rituals and ceremonies you had to perform, gods to appease and a special dagger laced with the blood of an immortal demon for cutting out his heart. Well there was discovering the source of his power but that would take the fun out of it. Driving off she laughed as she thought of the power his death would bring. Finally she would get her revenge and power back. Then nothing would stop her, not even Angelus and his merry little band of morons.

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Tara and Willow took in the scene of destruction in front of them and immediately summoned a protection spell. Quickly they searched the house for more damage but found nothing beyond the glass of the backdoor window and a battle ax near it. There was almost a half gallon of demon blood on the floor in the middle of the glass. To them it was evident Lindsey was seriously hurt and taken by who ever did this. When Tara found the small garden rake covered in blood she guessed a vampire used it to pull him out of the door with it.

Two hours later the Scooby's were assembled and frightened for the life of their friend. Together they sat in silence after Anya asked if they had a plan.

"So are we just going to sit around and wish everything was okay? Do we even know what took him?" Anya rolled her eyes. "This is helpful. Can't you lesbians like cast a spell or something to find out?"

Xander turned to her trying to silence her once more but she quickly shot him down with a pout level three. "Anya honey what have I told you about being considerate?"

"Xander don't 'Anya honey' me. I know that you think I am being stupid but I have a perfectly valid point."

"No body said you were stupid. It's just that you lack tact when it comes to saying things to people."

"Can we focus on the problem at hand? Does any body know where we can find out about any new vampires in town?" Giles slaps his hand against his head. "Stupid..."

"See even Giles thinks I am stupid."

"Not you, I meant me. Spike would know, even if he has become an outcast he is still a vampire." Taking the earpiece of his glasses out of his mouth he looks around. "Speaking of Spike, does any body know where he is?"

One by one they look at each other. Dawn speaks up above the rest. "I called him but only got his machine. Said he was out with some old friend."

"Spike doesn't have any old friends."

"Except Darla and Drusilla." Willow started to panic. "Do you think that one of them has Lindsey?"

"I don't know, but there is a chance." The old man rubbed his head. "I just wish Buffy were here."

"How about some one better?"

"Angel?"

That's all for tonight dears. Next time we will find out what makes a bad boy tick or is that trick. Good Night.

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