Title: The Lawyer, the Witch, and the Weather
Author: Lauren
Email: athena56@bolt.com
Feedback: If the PTB are willing...
Distribution: You want it? It's yours.
Spoilers: "To Shanshu in L.A." But Lindsey has his hand.
Content: Lindsey/Willow
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: Joss Wheadon and many others own the characters of BtVS (lucky bastards). But there are a few original minor characters that belong to me.
Note: This was my first fan fic that I ever wrote. It was the response to "The Boredom Challenge" at Lindsey McDonald Fan Fiction. And because I'm me, I decided to be daring by doing a crossover.
Status: COMPLETE
Length: 8 Chapters

Part 7


[Friday, November 11, 2000; Evening]


Lindsey, Lilah, Holland, and other esteemed members of the Wolfram & Hart "family" stood in the ice cream factory, hugging their jackets tightly, in hope for keeping warm to some degree. They had been standing there for almost an hour. Even the vampire guards were starting to get a little frostbitten. All of the associates and "non-associates" stood around a large frozen, surrounded by incense and candles. Around the circle, men dressed in brown paced back and forth around the circle, speaking in Latin. Every once in awhile, one of the men would get on his hands and knees and bow before the circle.

"Why couldn't we just summon the wind demon or something?" Lilah whispered to Lindsey, blowing into her hands in a desperate attempt to keep warm.

"Shhh." Holland corrected. "We can't break their concentration. We wouldn't want all of this work for nothing."

Whispers could be heard behind Holland's back. Lindsey turned and glared at the other lawyers. The whispers immediately stopped. He wasn't in the mood for stupid company antics after the day he had had. 'Forget about it.' He thought, shrugging it off. 'I have other things to worry.

"Angel! SLOW DOWN!" Wes screamed. Angel drove his black convertible down the slick L.A. streets at an incredible speed. "You're going to kill us."

"No, I won't." Angel replied taking a sharp down left, causing everyone in the car to jerk in that direction.

"We won't be able to do much if we crash into a lamppost!" Cordy screamed, squished in the backseat.

"DO YOU WANT TO DRIVE?" Angel barked to the back. Nobody moved, everyone was silent. "That's what I thought."

"So," Spike said, breaking the silence. "Has anybody seen that new show called 'Lawson's River' or something?" All heads turned in Spike's direction.

"Would you just do us a favor and not talk for the rest of the time you're here?" Cordy asked harshly.

Spike threw his arms in the air. "Tough crowd."

"Amdeximous hafenatum. Amdeximous hafenatum." The priests continued chanting.

"Here it comes." Holland squeaked, almost in a giddy tone.

A blue portal appeared in the center of the frozen circle. The room filled with an amazing blue light that reached to the high ceilings. A form started to appear in the center of the circle. When the light disappeared a figure stood. It was dressed in light blue cloak and pale white skin. Holland stepped forward. "Mucana, I presume."

The creature's eyes opened quickly at Holland's words, revealing a pair of glowing ice blue eyes. The fast paced action caused Holland to jump back. "I'm very glad you came this evening." Holland outstretched his hand. "I'm Holland Manners. I'm vice president of the Wolfram & Hart Special Projects Division."

Mucana stood there, never moving or replying at any of Holland's feeble attempts to earn his favor. "We have offered a very special sacrifice for you." Holland made a motion for the sea of lawyers to part. There revealed a large stone with lower members of the Wolfram & Hart team tied together crying, struggling, and begging for their lives.

Holland motioned for the sacrifice to begin. The vampires surrounding the circle placed their torches to the pile of sticks surrounding the stone circle. The fire quickly engulfed the people, the screams of pain quickly ceased.

"I hope that was enough to earn your respect." Holland looked at Mucana, hoping in a way, that it was. Mucana looked at Holland, causing him to shrink back from the ice blue glare.

Mucana turned and motioned for some of the priests to come over to him. The priests came and stood with several relics needed for the summoning of the rest of Council of the Guilds.

The latched door burst open, revealing Angel and his crew, heavily armed. "Sorry to drop in unexpected." Angel said.

"GET HIM!" Lindsey shouted. The several vampire guards attacked Angel and everyone. Willow and Cordelia ducked behind the group and began to unload the several items need to cast a spell.

The rest of the members stood towards the wall, watching the madness take place around them. "I thought you said nothing was going to go wrong." Holland yelled at Lindsey.

"I made sure everything was all set. Someone must have said something." He shot a look at Lilah.

"Who? Me?" Lilah asked, pointing to herself.

Two vampires charged towards Angel. "Ready to become dust there, big boy?" The one female vamp asked Angel.

"Don't know. Maybe you should ask yourself that." Angel ducked just in time. The female vamp fell to ground and the other fell on top. Angel took out a stake and drove it into the bodies of both of the vampires, turning them both into a pile of dust. Angel turned to see another vampire coming towards him with a stake, catching Angel unprepared. As the vampire lifted the stake, a sword came through the vampires?est. Once the vampire became dust, Wesley stood there, holding his sword.

Mucana had his back to commotion. He continued chanting with the priests in order to summon the Council.

Willow and Cordy were surrounded several books and vials containing various powders, mixtures, etc. "What are going to do?" Cordy screamed in order to be heard above the commotion taking place around them.

"We have to cast a fire spell!" Willow shouted back. She fished through on of the books until she came to the correct page. "Just...be quiet." Willow said to Cordy, who nodded understandingly but a little hurt.

Around them, the battle raged on. Spike had been back into a corner by two female vampires. "'Ello Ladies." Spike replied. The two vamps didn't flinch. "Umm...." He didn't know what to do. "Umm... LOOK OVER THERE!" The two vamps quickly turned in the direction of Spike's finger. Spike spin kicked the two vamps causing them to fall. "Angel!" Spike called. Angel threw Spike a stake that he used to dust the two female vampires. "Duh!"

"Spike!" Angel called. "I'm going after the demon. Hold off the rest."

"Right-O." Angel took off for Mucana, grabbing the sword from Wesley's hand as he passed.

Mucana could feel Angel approaching him. He quickly turned and shot a large ice spear from his hand. The spear sailed through the air and hit Angel in his right leg, causing him to fall.

"God-dammit!" Angel shouted. He grabbed the freezing cold projectile that was lodged in his leg and tried to pull it out, but to no avail. He limped to his feet, trying once again, to pull the spear from leg. Same outcome. A hand fell upon his shoulder. It was Cordy.

"Get out of the way, Angel." She started to pull the wounded Angel away from the mess of people. "Willow's trying to do her spell."

"But I have to help." Angel struggled to stand and help Wesley and Spike in the fight.

"You're hurt! They can handle it!" Cordy pushed him down to ground forcing him to rest. Angel was already pretty weak from the blow. "WILLOW! HURRY IT UP!"

A red cloud rose up around the young witch. "Dominus hablemum cyruius." Willow continued her chants among the fight.

Mucana could feel the power of fire heading for him. He turned to see the witch trying to summon the power. A large gray portal was starting to form behind Mucana and the priests. Through a small opening in the portal, an area full of demons, much like Mucana, sitting, waiting for them to be summoned. Mucana lifted his hand, forming an even larger ice spear, setting it course for Willow, who was concentrating so hard, she couldn't even see Mucana.

But Lindsey did. He saw that the spear was heading towards. He couldn't let anything happen to her. He charged towards her, running and yelling for her to duck. But she didn't hear him. The spear was shot and headed at lightning speed straight for Willow. Lindsey jumped in the path of the spear. The spear landed in Lindsey's left shoulder, lodging there, but going completely through.

Lindsey fell the floor, writhing in pain, from the frozen missile. But in some strange way, he felt up better about being able to save Willow from certain death. He sat placing his hand on his heart. He felt it beating at an unbelievable rate. He smiled slightly.

The sight of the fallen Lindsey shook the lawyers. Holland and Lilah led the way and the all the lawyers crept out the entrance, leaving Lindsey there, sitting in a pool of his own blood.

"Exitus tytilus marka!" Willow shouted the final phrase to her spell, pouring a small vile in a burning incense bowl. She turned to see if her spell had worked.

Mucana laughed. He knew that a witch's spell would not be enough to defeat him. A raised his hand, forming another ice spear in it. He aimed it for Willow. Willow backed up against the wall in fear, knowing that she was about to die. She couldn't understand why her spell had not worked.

As Mucana was about to shoot the spear, it melted. Mucana was dumbfounded, examing his hand. He tried to form another spear but that also melted. A ring of fire sparked around Mucana. The ring grew and spread soon engulfing Mucana. He started yelling, but soon, like the lawyers, the screaming had stopped. As soon as it had come, the ring disappeared, revealing Mucana's robe that he had worn.

The gray portal that had been behind Mucana had disappeared as well. The priests fell dead and melted into a puddle of water. Cordy approached the puddles. "Well, no need for moisturizer." She helped Angel onto his wounded leg.

"The vampires are dead, the priests are dead, and most importantly, whatever that thing was, is dead." Wesley said, picking up the blue cloak.

"Well, this is most excitement I've had in a long time." Spike said, with a tired smile on his face.

Willow stood with the rest of the group. Wesley got up and handed the blue cloak to Willow. "Nice job." Wes smiled, and he handed Willow the robe.

"It's cold." Willow commented. A grunt of pain was heard behind the group. All turned to see Lindsey in the corner of the factory, struggling to breathe. "Ohmigod!" Willow dropped the cloak and ran to Lindsey, kneeling down to his side. Sweat dripped down his face, and a panting noise came from his lips. "Lindsey." She moved some of the dark hair from his eyes. "Call an ambulance!" She shouted without looking back. She heard no movement behind her. Willow turned to see the four staring at her, dumbfounded by her actions. "CALL AN AMBULENCE!" She shouted again.

Wesley nodded and ran out the door, looking for a phone. The rest of the group headed out the door, waiting for the ambulance to arrive and to let Angel rest.

"Did what I think happened happen?" Angel asked woozily.

"Nope." Cordy replied. "Not at all. just the loss of blood thing." She helped out the door while Spike carried his other arm.

Willow stayed with Lindsey, trying to comfort him. "What happened?" She asked, not really expecting answered.

"I was protecting you." Lindsey replied from his weak lips. "I couldn't let anything happen to you." His sweat covered face was raised as his eyes stared straight into Willow's. "I love you."

Tears ran down Willow's face. Lindsey raised his shaking hand to Willow's face and he wiped away a tear. She nuzzled his hand in her cheek and kissed it gently.

"I love you too." She said, as the sirens of a rushing ambulance could be heard in the distance.




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