I do not own Dresden Files or Angel the Series or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.Tales from Oracle Securities
Chapter Five: Spike?!CPD, SI Division Parking Lot
1:45 pm, June 24th, 2003
Lindsey opened the passenger side door to his truck for Faith. He did not, however, wait for her to enter the vehicle before he walked around the front end and opened the driver's side door, getting into the car and buckling up.
“Get in.” He told Faith tersely.
“Why Lindsey!” Faith smirked, mocking him. “I never knew you were such a gentleman!” Lindsey rolled his eyes but didn't deign to give her a response. Once Faith was in place and buckled in – which took a pointed look from Lindsey to get done – the former lawyer drove out of the police station parking lot. Once they were a few minutes onto the road, Faith spoke. “So, spill.”
“Why you're working for Wes at his place rather than working for Evil Incorporated.”
“You want the long version or the short version?”
“What do you think?” Now it was Faith's turn to look pointedly at Lindsey.
“Fine.” Lindsey scoffed. “Short version: I wasn't evil enough.”
Faith rolled her eyes. “Come on
, Linds. You have to give me more than that.” She smirked again.
“Don't call me Linds.” Lindsey shuddered. “Makes me cringe even saying it myself.”
“Alright then. How about Lin? Or L?”
“Or how about my name
“I don't go in for names for most people.”
“If you want to know more than the 'I wasn't evil enough' explanation, then you're going to have to accept that my name is Lindsey.”
.” Faith stretched his name. “Happy now?”
“Not really, but it'll do.”
“Alright then. Spill.”
“First: Why do you care?”
“Because. Sitting still and doing nothing has never been my thing, and I want to spend the car ride to Wes' office building doing something other than that.”
“Long version: I helped Angel rescue some kids that Wolfram and Hart was going to try to kill. Then I went back to work for Wolfram and Hart. Angel cut off my hand to stop me from destroying the only way he had to save his precious seer-girl, Cordelia. Then...the Darla thing.”
Faith had heard enough, in bits and pieces, to know what Lindsey as talking about. She nodded. “What the hell were your bosses thinking? That was a stupid-ass plan from the beginning.”
“It wasn't so much the Senior Partners' plan.” Lindsey pointed out. “More it was Holland Manners' idea. He was in love with the elaborate and overdone plot. But the Senior Partners were incredibly stupid to think that they could recruit Angel. The fact that they kept trying even after the Darla thing.” He scoffed. “They're immortal, eternally patient demons. I don't think they have an understanding of when to cut their losses on a project that is producing higher costs than the potential rewards. Which is why they have us...and then they ignore our arguments. Lilah and I must have written dozens of memos pointing out why they should just kill Angel and be done with it.”
“Why were they so hot on getting him work for them?”
“The Scrolls of Aberjian.”
“The Scrolls of aber-whatsit?”
“The Scrolls of Aberjian.” Lindsey repeated. “Ancient prophecies. A big chunk of them deals with 'the vampire with a soul', saying that he's going to have a really big role in the coming apocalypse. The Senior Partners decided that meant that if they had him on their side, they'd be sure to win.” He laughed. “I think they're still planning on getting him on their side. Trying to find a new approach.”
“I heard they actually offered him and his team control of Wolfram and Hart in LA when he got back to L.A. after SunnyD become a big fucking hole in the ground.”
“Sounds about right.” Lindsey replied. He shrugged. “They're not humans. They don't think like us. But, long as they waste their time trying to get him on their side, then they have less energy to spend on anything else. I've come to realize I rather like the world intact.” He laughed. “Most Wolfram and Hart employees think like that.”
“Then why do they work there?”
“Well, you get roped in and stuck long before you figure out what's what, first of all. And secondly, its pretty easy to imagine that the apocalypse will come long after you're dead.”
“When is it coming?” She asked unseriously.
Lindsey shrugged. “No idea. But I tell you what. If you go to the Wolfram and Hart offices here in Chicago and ask Lilah to send you to the White Room, I'm sure you could ask them yourself.” He laughed. “I'm sure its been a few centuries, at least, since the Senior Partners tasted Slayer.”
Faith punched him in the arm halfheartedly. Lindsey didn't make a noise. He did grimace a little. Halfheartedly from her was still quite the punch. “Anyway, keep going. Why'd you leave?”
Lindsey shrugged and detailed the entire 'evil hand' episode, smiling as he related how he'd shot up the office in that last meeting. “Best moment of my time at Wolfram and Hart.”
“They didn't send anyone after you?” Faith said. “Given how quick you sent that demon after me when I didn't kill Angel...Doesn't seem fair.”
“Oh, they sent demons after me. They gave up after the first three teams died. Though vanishing into the mountains of Tibet may have had more to do with it, to be honest. And coming back out with these.” He lifted one sleeve, showing Faith a few of the mystic tattoos before he lowered it again.
“Nice ink. What do they do?”
“Make me impossible to find using magic, or human surveillance technology, if I don't want to be found. Even the cameras in the Oracle Securities building can't see me. Pisses Mark and Petrovitch off something fierce.” Lindsey pulled the car into the parking lot of the aforementioned building. Front Lobby, Oracle Securities
2:03 pm, June 24th, 2003
“Before we go into the building.” Lindsey said, one hand on the door, “There's something you should know.”
“What? That Wes used to have a kill order out on me? He didn't put that back on, did he?”
“No, he didn't.” Lindsey answered. “Its a little more complicated than that. Short version? Spike's inside.”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” Faith demanded. “Spike's dead.”
“Spike's been dead for over a hundred years.” Lindsey agreed. “Angel's been dead for over two hundred, and you don't see that stopping him from walking around and doing things, more's the pity.”
“You know that that is not what I meant, Lindsey.”
“And I meant what I said. Spike's inside. The amulet didn't kill him so much as trap him inside it. And that amulet is now here, and he's outside of said amulet.”
“Bullshit. If any of that were true, he'd have gone looking for B. Found her, too, in Cleveland.”
“Well,” Lindsey said as he opened the door. “He came back out of the amulet, like I said. He just wasn't entirely corporeal when he did.”
“Solid. He's not solid. Like a ghost.”
“Spike's a ghost
?! Vampires can do that?”
Lindsey shook his head as they walked into the lobby. “No, he's not a ghost, but he's not solid, like one. And he can't leave Chicago. Or, rather, he can't leave the city the Amulet is in. He was actually pretty useful in helping us deal with a particularly nasty warlock, but since, Wesley's just been keeping him stuck here to spite Buffy. Which, I'm hoping you can deal with.” He took the bejeweled object out of his pocket and tossed it the short distance over to Faith, who caught it without a thought. “I'm sick and tired of him. He's had nothing better to do for the last month but bother everyone in the building, especially me.” Then he paused. “Except for Wesley. Most of the time.”
Faith looked at the amulet then back at the lawyer. “Why doesn't he bother Wes? Sounds like its his fault that he's -”
Lindsey shook his head. “No. Actually it is more Wolfram and Hart's fault. They wanted Angel to be the one to use the Amulet. Thought he'd have to be the one to do it. They didn't know Spike had a soul when they made the plan. But it is Wesley's fault that he's still here in Chicago, rather than somewhere else where's not getting in the way of me trying to my job. And since your redheaded witch friend is in Cleveland, you may as well take it back there so Spike can be a real boy again and him and his beloved Buffy can have their little reunion. As for Wesley...” He shrugged. “I don't know why he doesn't bother Wes as much. My theory is that it is because Wesley is the only one here serious when he threatens to call in an exorcist to deal with Spike if he doesn't leave. Though I think Mark's getting there.”
“What is Wes gonna say when he finds out that you gave me the amulet to take back to Cleveland?” She didn't really go down for playing courier – she'd had enough of that back when she brought the Box of Gavrock from the airport back to City Hall for the Mayor – but Spike was a good guy, when it was all said and done... He didn't deserve ghosting. Plus, it would make B owe her one.
Lindsey rolled his eyes. “The worst he'll do is give me a very stern lecture. Filled with curse words in at least a dozen different languages, all in that charming
English accent of his.” he smirked. “I'll live. It'll be worth getting him out of here. Especially since it means Abigail will stop trying to get me to get Wesley to let Spike go. She's gotten all 'its the wrong thing to do' on us. Nevermind that she tried to stake him when she first saw him.” Without turning around, he added, “Speaking of, hello Spike. How long have you been standing there?”
Faith turned to see the leather-coat wearing ghost-vampire, who shrugged. “Long enough. And for the record, Lindsey, I'm not scared of Percy, or his big bad spooky exorcist threat. Its just that I can't get as good a rise out of him as I can you and that cross-happy marine.. Besides, he's broods just like Peaches does. Probably picked it up from the tosser.”
“Whatever makes you feel better, Spike.” Lindsey agreed amicably, smirking.
“Oi! What's that supposed to mean?!” Spike demanded. The lawyer just shook his head, laughing a little, and headed for the elevator. “Abigail should be down in the training rooms in the basement if you want to talk to her, Faith. Maybe tell her the good news. It will spare my ears the squeal they'd endure if I had to tell her myself.”The Deeper Well, England
8:15 am, June 30th, 2003
Rashid, Gatekeeper and Senior Councilor of the White Council of Wizards knew something was wrong the moment he approached the entrance to the Deeper Well.
The position of Gatekeeper was one that predated the White Council, and indeed predated the wizarding government that had predated it that fell with Rome. The need to watch the Outer Gates was as old as the flight of the Old Ones from this reality. And for over two thousand years, every year, on the exact same day, at the exact same time, the sitting Gatekeeper had visited the Deeper Well. For the entirety of his tenure in the position, Rashid had always encountered Drogyn as the Guardian of the Deeper Well. The former knight had always met him out front, at the entrance.
But...not this time. Something was sorely wrong.
He walked through the entrance, his magic at the ready. The pervading sense of wrongness that permeated the place was new....as were the dead demons that had once served Drogyn as guards.
The dead body of Drogyn confirmed what he'd known from the moment he'd entered. The man's heart...ripped out of his ribcage...
The Old Ones imprisoned in the Deeper Well had always been tangential to the greater responsibilities of the Gatekeeper to maintain a watch over the Outer Gates. They were well in hand in the Deeper Well, and it had its own protections and protectors...but now...
He closed his eyes, tapping into the energies of the well, trying to determine which prisoner had been freed...
Only on Sarcophagus was missing. Illyria.
Gods help them all.