Okay in my twisted thoughts Lindsey swaps into JT’s body the night Angel chopped off his hand, and the night of JT’s surgery to remove the bullet in his chest. The two are connected thru bloodlines and the Fevers and mystical powers of the full moon cause the swap, so it only lasts a few moments. (Come on take a ride on the fun train choooo choooo)
This will make more sense if you know the show Angel and if your kinda familiar with the other Crossfire trail fics I’ve been writing for soooooooomeone….squints evily at Langstonlover the little instigator. It’s all her fault…points finger.
Rafe’s POV Rafe tried to relax back in the wooden rocking chair where he kept watch over JT. He’d watched the moon rise in the night sky. It was full and something about it felt strange, its glow a little too bright. His momma would have called it a witch’s moon but despite the eerie feeling Rafe welcomed the light because he could easily see if someone were to approach the building. He’d finally managed to get Rock to go to the hotel for a few hours of sleep by promising that he wouldn’t leave JT’s side until Rock returned. It was plain to those that knew him that Rock was in love with the young blue eyed cowboy.
JT had made it through surgery only to spike a raging fever shortly after Rock had left. The doctor was trying to fight the infection but between the fever and the laudanum, the doctor insisted JT needed for pain, the younger man had barely woken since he’s been shot.
The mantel clock from the doctors living quarters chimed midnight. Rafe stood from his seat in the rocking chair beside JT’s bed wanting to bring some circulation back into his legs that were threating to fall asleep. As the clock completed its chimes there was a sharp inhalation of breath from the bed alerting Rafe that JT was awake.
JT’s eyes were open, and he was slowly looking around the room, clearly confused. “Where the hell am I?!” JT demanded in a pained voice.
Lindsey’s POV
Lindsey opened his eyes and slowly looked around the room. The only light came from an oil lamp on the table by the bed. The dim light only served to throw the room into shadows. It was silent, no sounds of the city where he’s live for the last 8 years.. No it was the type of quiet you only get when you’re living in the middle of nowhere, with no electricity, no indoor plumbing. Is that where he was.. was he back home with his family in Oklahoma in their tiny two room home... was LA with the Evil that was Wolfram and Hart, and Angel a servant of the Powers that be, a nightmare. His past and present were a jumbled mess in his head, he couldn’t kept his thoughts straight.
Lindsey’s eyes finally settled on a tall figure hovering over his bed. “Where the hell am I?!” he demanded.
PT1
This will make more sense if you know the show Angel and if your kinda familiar with the other Crossfire trail fics I’ve been writing for soooooooomeone….squints evily at Langstonlover the little instigator. It’s all her fault…points finger.
Rafe’s POV
Rafe tried to relax back in the wooden rocking chair where he kept watch over JT. He’d watched the moon rise in the night sky. It was full and something about it felt strange, its glow a little too bright. His momma would have called it a witch’s moon but despite the eerie feeling Rafe welcomed the light because he could easily see if someone were to approach the building. He’d finally managed to get Rock to go to the hotel for a few hours of sleep by promising that he wouldn’t leave JT’s side until Rock returned. It was plain to those that knew him that Rock was in love with the young blue eyed cowboy.
JT had made it through surgery only to spike a raging fever shortly after Rock had left. The doctor was trying to fight the infection but between the fever and the laudanum, the doctor insisted JT needed for pain, the younger man had barely woken since he’s been shot.
The mantel clock from the doctors living quarters chimed midnight. Rafe stood from his seat in the rocking chair beside JT’s bed wanting to bring some circulation back into his legs that were threating to fall asleep. As the clock completed its chimes there was a sharp inhalation of breath from the bed alerting Rafe that JT was awake.
JT’s eyes were open, and he was slowly looking around the room, clearly confused. “Where the hell am I?!” JT demanded in a pained voice.
Lindsey’s POV
Lindsey opened his eyes and slowly looked around the room. The only light came from an oil lamp on the table by the bed. The dim light only served to throw the room into shadows. It was silent, no sounds of the city where he’s live for the last 8 years.. No it was the type of quiet you only get when you’re living in the middle of nowhere, with no electricity, no indoor plumbing. Is that where he was.. was he back home with his family in Oklahoma in their tiny two room home... was LA with the Evil that was Wolfram and Hart, and Angel a servant of the Powers that be, a nightmare. His past and present were a jumbled mess in his head, he couldn’t kept his thoughts straight.
Lindsey’s eyes finally settled on a tall figure hovering over his bed. “Where the hell am I?!” he demanded.
TBC BELOW