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Forever Fandom has some kind of messed up coding for some of my stories and you would know it, they're ones up for awards. So here's one of the two. It's my one and only Harmony pov set in AtS S5

EIDOLON
D.M. Evans
Written for Leni at the Harmony Ficathon (requirements at the end)
Disclaimer - Nope, don’t own any of them (barring Laurell). Mr. Whedon owns all. I’m just borrowing them for my stage for a little while.
Rating -R (for sexual situations)
Spoilers - mild ones for S5 set between Destiny and You’re Welcome
Summary - Harmony tries to help her friend and new boyfriend but things keep moving from bad to worse.
Feedback - yes please, connorswhip@Yahoo.com
Author’s Note - Thanks to SJ for the beta on the fly. This got done at the last minute and I’m still not sure it’s exactly what Leni had in mind. It wasn’t what I had in mind either...it just took a weird turn.

“Who would have thought being Angel’s administrative assistant would be so hard?” I put on a coat of Opi’s Aphrodite’s Pink Nightie on Cordelia’s nails, replacing the Don’t Sorca-Tease Meorange that Angel said was too garish for a coma patient. What does he know? Opi’s Greek collection was just fantastic. I was wearing To Eros is Human and I’ve been getting compliments all day. I’m really good with nails. Maybe I should have become a manicurist. Of course, there really aren’t places I could work after sundown. It’s kind of a day thing. Maybe there’s an after hours spa? If the administrative assistant gig didn’t work out...

“Is it my fault that I didn’t know there was a ghost inside that funeral urn? I mean, it looked like a porcelain egg and I thought it was the piece of art Angel had been waiting for. He acts like I intentionally opened the top and let the ghost weasel free in his office. The top wiggled and I thought I had broken it so I checked. I mean, who cremates a pet weasel? Now Larry’s mad at me, too, because it was his weasel and he had picked up the ashes on his lunch break and set it down on my desk when he went in to give Angel a report. You don’t know Larry, Cordy. He’s such a pain to begin with. And then Spike started laughing at Angel and the ghost weasel ran up Spike’s pants so he’s dancing around Angel’s office ripping off his clothes. Angel did get a laugh out of that and I have to admit I did too. And I’ve been doing the right thing, the thing you would tell me to do, Cordy. I’ve stopped letting Spike just use me for sex. I’m worth more than that.

“Anyhow the ghost weasel is still in Angel’s office. We’re waiting for some psychic help but most don’t know how to handle animal ghosts.” I have Cordy’s hand a critical look then stuck it in the nail dryer and got started on her other one.

“I know I’ve told you about my new friend, Laurell. She works with Fred in the lab. She’s like uber smart. I don’t know why she wants to hand out with me. Maybe because she’s all shy like Willow used to be. Not my usual type of friend but it’s so bad sometimes, Cordy. I don’t have anyone who really likes me here. The more I try to talk to the people at work, the more on the outside I get. Now I understand...” I tried not to cry. Vampires should be stronger than that, right? “What we did to Willow and the others. I know how awful that was now. I know you understand, Cordy. You became so much better than you were.

“Anyhow, Laurell talks to me. She’s sweet but she needs so much fashion help. I mean, really, surgical scrubs are not a fashion statement. Lab clothes should stay in the lab. Laurell thinks that Good Will is a good place to shop for clothes and she actually got this new couch two weeks ago, Cordy, you should see it. It should be on That 70's Show. She found it on the side of the road. Please, who picks up furniture off the side of the road?” I shuddered at the thought. “I mean, she doesn’t get that she has money enough that she doesn’t have to shop at consignment shops.” I paused, transferring the nail dryer to Cordy’s other hand.

“Anyhow, I’m working with her, trying to get her to see that she has beauty without as well within but in the last few weeks she’s getting freaky. I don’t want to lose my friend but she’s getting odd, going out dancing in retro clubs all night, chasing down boys. I don’t know if I’ve created a monster or if it’s a phase or something more sinister. I just don’t want to lose the only person I have to talk to outside of you, Cordy.” I took the dryer away.“Wish you would wake up, Cordy. I hate seeing you like this.”

I gave her hair a little fluffing. I really did hate to see her like this. Her muscles were tightening up, even though a therapist came in twice a week. Her arms and legs were getting skinny and she moaned in her coma-sleep from what the doctors said were muscle cramps from not moving. The air mattress was helping her from getting bed sores. I had gotten a bright flowered bag to hide the bag on the side of the bed that collected her pee.

I almost wished Cordy were dead because it would be better than this. She would have some peace. I thought about maybe turning her but I didn’t. For one, I didn’t know if that would wake her up. Angel would never forgive me. Worse, what if Cordy hated being a vampire so much she hated me for it?

“Well, I think we’re all done here, Cordy. I promised Laurell I’d meet her in some club tonight. I don’t know what’s up with her going to clubs in the middle of the work week but I’m going because I’m worried. If things keep going like this, she might lose her job off being hung over and missing work.”

I couldn’t help Cordy but if I could keep Laurell from self-destructing I would. That’s what friends are for.

***
“This is too risky,” Lindsey told Eve as she poured the wine.

“What in life isn’t Lindsey?” She purred. “This is no more dangerous than anything else.” She handed him his glass.

“You want me to buddy up to a vampire and pretend I want to take her out on dates,” Lindsey protested.

Eve waved him off. “You’ve already buddied up to Spike. Harmony is less dangerous than he is.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t Spike souled? Harmony isn’t.” Lindsey slugged back the wine distractedly.

“No, she’s not. She’s also too stupid to be dangerous. You used to deal with Darla. You liked it. You have a rapport with vampires. You’ll be able to cuddle up to Harmony easily,” Eve replied.

Lindsey wondered about her. How could she be so cool, so unconcerned that she could sit on the sofa in just her panties and tell her lover to make time with another woman? It gave him a cold shiver. “Are you sure it’s necessary?”

“Harmony is Angel’s secretary.” She sipped her wine. “I can’t get next to him. He doesn’t trust me.”

“He despises you,” Lindsey corrected, still furious at that. It would have been so much easier if Eve could have won Angel’s trust. Instead, all she managed to spark in the vampire was revulsion. There was still the sick worm of his own repulsion at the fact Eve and Angel had once slept together, spell-forced perhaps but still.

“So, use Harmony to get to Angel. She knows all his plans and things like that,” Eve said. “You’ll find her at the Boogie Nights, tonight.”

“Oh God, what’s that?” Lindsey dreaded the answer. He set the wine aside. The atmosphere of the evening had turned it to vinegar to his taste buds.

“Leave your cowboy boots under the bed and find some cork-heeled clogs. You’re going to the disco.” Eve enjoyed that far too much.

Lindsey groaned and went back into his bedroom to put on something appropriate for clubbing but even Eve’s warning couldn’t quite prepare him for the spectacle that was Boogie Nights. He wasn’t into disco music or the clothing or anything about the scene. He tried to take the approach of an amateur musician and appreciate the music on its most basic level but it wasn’t really working.

If he thought it would be easy to find Harmony, he was wrong. Blondes were cheaper than a dime a dozen. Finally he spotted Harmony, or at least a girl who looked like the picture Eve had armed him with. Lindsey meandered her way, his disappointing draft beer mug sweating in his hand. The club was a little too hot. Harmony was with another lady whose long red hair was feathered and teased. She was really into the whole 70's flavor. He didn’t want to try and catch her eye while she was with her friend.

Luckily the red-head clunked back out onto the dance floor on her giant platform shoes. Lindsey inched closer to Harmony’s table, hoping she’d see him, sparing him from having to come up with an opening line. It worked. She smiled at him or at least he hoped that it was a smile and not a prelude to her snacking on his neck. He approached her.

“Hi, I’m Lindsey.”

“Harmony.” She waved at a seat with a well-manicured hand. “Want to sit down?”

“Thanks.” He took a swig of his beer. “Do you come here often?” He tried not to grimace at that ham-handed opening line.

She shook her head. “It’s more of a Laurell place.”

“Laurell?”

“My friend, the tall red head.” She pointed out onto the dance floor.

“Ah, yeah, it’s not a me place either,” Lindsey said. “Someone at work suggested it might be fun. I’m more of a honky tonk guy.”

“I’ve never been to one of those.” Her face screwed up. “That’s country music right?”

“Yes.” They made a little more small talk while Lindsey recalled Eve’s caution that Harmony was too dumb to be evil and decided talking wasn’t his best bet. “Want to dance?”

She hesitated. “Sure.”

Lindsey was surprised to see that she wasn’t a good dancer. Enthusiastic yes, but good, no. Still, she was fun. She tended to prattle as he found out when they took breaks. He wasn’t sure she was as dumb as Eve thought she was. Still, she seemed harmless for a vampire, no pun intended. Darla always carried a hint of being a predator. Harmony didn’t. Maybe that made her even more dangerous.

“I think we need to be going home,” Harmony said, as she, Laurell and Lindsey took a breather.

“But I’m not done having fun,” Laurell snapped. Lindsey found he didn’t particularly like Laurell. She was demanding and obnoxious.

“It’s last call,” Harmony said, waving at the bartenders filling drink glasses.

“I don’t think you ladies are in any shape to drive. You’ve had a lot to drink,” Lindsey said. He had given up on the bar beer but had keep Harmony well supplied with watermelon margaritas. Laurell had drank even more and he was fairly sure he saw her taking a little white pill, probably ecstasy. “Let me drive you home.”

“I can drive,” Laurell said.

“No, you can’t.” Harmony took her purse. “Thanks, Lindsey.”

Lindsey knew that Laurell wasn’t thrilled about it but she held her peace as they drove to her place first. He wondered how nuts he had gone to be in a car with a drunk vampire but he figured taking her home, being concerned would make her think he liked her a lot and he could use that later. Harmony was babbling on about how they were going to get to work tomorrow. He suggested calling in sick just because it amused him to think of how a vampire would make that excuse fly.

As he pulled up to Laurell’s apartment, Harmony said. “Can you help me get Laurell inside? She’s a little sleepy.”

A little drunk and high, you mean. “Sure.”

Lindsey gave Harmony a hand but she made him wait in the living room while she helped her friend to her bedroom. Lindsey sat wearily on the couch. It was an ugly thing, golds, yellow, rusts and blues sprawled over it in a floral pattern. He wasn’t used to these late nights, he decided, resting his head on the couch pillow. Lindsey jumped as someone sat down next to him. It took a moment for him to realize that he could see through the man who looked like an escapee from a 70's porno film. The man lunged at him, moving into him. Lindsey gasped as he felt himself being slammed into a cage inside his own head while something else leered, using his face to do it.

* * *

“I should bring my sweet Cuddlepup here to meet you, Cordy,” I said as I washed her hair. The nurses had shown me how to do it in bed. It was kinda relaxing and I didn’t think Cordy would like a stranger washing her hair. It was almost like taking care of the Barbie Doll collection I used to have. I guess that was at the bottom of a huge sinkhole now. Wonder if my parents got out of Sunnydale? My sire wasn’t like Angelus and Spike, all obsessed with killing off family members.

“You’d like him, Cordy. He’s so sweet and cute. He has the most beautiful blue eyes and the sexiest smile. Oooo, and he has this tight little butt. I love that butt. I love what’s in front of that butt. I know, I know, I’m not supposed to be so easy but Cuddlepup and I have been going out for two weeks. That’s not too fast to sleep with him, is it? He’s like that pink Energizer Bunny in bed. It’s great, better than Spike just don’t tell him that. Except I have to be more careful with my Linds than I did with Spike because he’s still living and all.” I frowned. “He’s getting like Laurell though, always wanting to go to the disco clubs. I’m getting kinda tired of that. He promised we’d go to the movies tonight. I don’t even care which movie, so long as we aren’t out dancing again. I’ll check if I can bring you visitors, Cordy. I’m sure you’ll love him. There, we’re all done. My break’s over, I’d better get back to the office.”

I got back in time to hear Fred talking to Angel about Laurell. Oh, this was just what I was afraid of. She was looking to have Laurell fired or at the least have someone give her a very stern talking to. Angel was telling Fred that the science department was her responsibility and whatever she wanted to do was fine.

As Fred left the office, I ran after her. “Fred, can I talk to you?”

“About what?” Fred paused, pushing her hair back. She really need to find a more flattery hairstyle because the way she had it pulled back accentuated how triangular her face was.

“Laurell. I couldn’t help overhearing you and Angel, vampire hearing and all that. I think something is very wrong with Laurell. She’s my friend and this past month she’s been acting a little strange. I’m very worried about her.”

“I know. There’s been a total change in her work ethic. I can’t condone keeping her on if this continues.”

“Could she be under a spell or possessed or something?” I asked, trying not to look at her short shirt. Fred needed to learn how to accentuate her figure better. I think it was time to make her a project, too.

Fred shook her head. “I think the more likely scenario is, if I ordered a drug test now would she pass?”

I tried not to let anything show but I have such an open face. I know Laurell was taking ecstasy. She tried to get me to do it but I don’t know what it would do to a vampire. “I don’t think it’s that. I think something else is going on. Could you give her another chance while I try to find out what’s up?”

Fred pursed her lips. “Okay but only because her work used to be so good.”

“Maybe I could talk to her now,” I said.

“She’s not here. She called in sick again,” Fred said, sternly.

“Oh. I’ll go over there tonight then. Thanks, Fred, for giving her another chance.”

“If you find out there is something mystical going on, let us know, Harmony.”

“Of course.”

I went back to my office feeling pretty bad. I couldn’t go to Laurell’s place now; no basement, no way of me getting there in daylight. I should have time to see her though before Lindsey picked me up for our date. It was the best I could do.

* * *

“I don’t know what made you think that would be fun,” Eve complained, rubbing her forehead as she lay in bed naked. “I hit my head on the floor.” She glared at her lover who was fresh from the shower.

You wouldn’t have if you had more talent,” Lindsey replied dismissively as he dressed. “At least Harmony is limber.”

“How dare you?” Eve went to slap him. He caught her arm and twisted it, before shoving her back. He got up and started to dress.

“You haven’t even gotten one useful thing about Angel and his little family from Harmony.” Even swung out of bed, throwing on her clothing.

“What makes you think Angel confides anything in Harmony? I don’t think he trusts her either.” Lindsey slipped a white pill between his lips then splashed on some cologne.

“What’s up with the retro look?” She threw a pillow at him. “For the love of God, you’re in polyester and wearing platform shoes.”

“Gotta blend in at the clubs.”

“That’s why you’re taking ecstasy, too?” she snarled.

“I’m going. Don’t wait up.”

The entity inside him was so melded with him, he no longer knew where he ended and it began. He didn’t care. Lindsey didn’t know why he bothered coming back to Eve. All she did was whine. At least Harmony didn’t whine as much and there was a sense of power in her. She also would do anything to make him happy. She was waiting at the door for him when he got there.

“It’s been a terrible day,” she said, getting into the car. “Laurell almost lost her job and when I went to talk to her tonight she wasn’t home even though I called her and said I was coming.”

“Sorry,” he grunted, feeling the drug kicking in.

“I just wish I could help” She ran a hand up his thigh. “What movie are we going to see?”

“No movie. We’re going to the Boogie Nights.”

“Again? Lindsey, you promised a movie.” Her fingers dug in painfully.

“Changed my mind. Look at it this way, You wanted to talk to Laurell. She’ll be there,” Lindsey said, oblivious to Harmony’s crushed expression.

* * *

“Wes, I really need your help,” I said, sitting down in front of his desk. I owed him. He got me this great job. I don’t know how or why after what I pulled the last time I worked with them.

He looked at me. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure. It started a month ago with my friend, Laurell. You know, she works in the lab with Fred. She stared acting strange, blowing off work, going out clubbing every night then my new boyfriend started changing, too. We met at the club but he said he didn’t really like disco and now that’s all he wants to do. They’re at the clubs from the time they open until they close. That’s not normal. They barely know I’m around except when Cuddlepup wants to...um, you know.”

Wes smiled. “I think I can imagine. What do you think is going on?”

“I don’t know but I think it has something to do with Laurell’s place. My Cuddlepup changed almost as soon as he left there. I thought we could go over to her place and check it out, see if it’s a spell or a ghost or entity or something.”

“How would I know that?”

“Don’t you have sensing devices or something, you know.” I bounced in place. “A PKA reader.”

Wes eyed me sourly. “I’m not Egon, Harmony.”

“I know. He was funny.” Oops, did I just say that out loud? From Wes’ pinched lips and upraised eyebrows, yes I had. “Please, Wes.”

“All right. There’s no harm in looking into it.”

“Thanks. I owe you, Wes. I’ll take you there tonight,” I said and headed back to work.

The day dragged on. I know Wes wasn’t really excited to be going to Laurell’s with me but at least he was doing it. He was a sweet guy. Laurell barely took the time to let us in as she went back to her evening preparations.

“I see what you mean,” Wes said. “She’s a little preoccupied.”

“So what do we need to do?”

“Well, have you sensed any kind of mystical energy? Any eidolon? Shades?”

“What?” I asked having never heard the word, not shades, the other one. Laurell obviously had shades but they were a scary blue.

“A phantasm, a ghost.”

“I don’t know. Nothing like Phantom Dennis, if that’s what you mean.”

“That is what I mean. How about hot or cold spots? Anything that makes you feel uneasy?”

“No spots.” I looked around. “Oh, but the couch makes me, well, ew, but that could be because it’s ugly and Laurell picked it up on the side of the road.”

“Hmm, well we can start there.” Wes touched the couch, looking at the hideous pattern. He stiffened a little.

“Find one of those I-dole-ons of yours?” I asked hopefully.

Wes looked over his shoulder. “ No. If I don’t find anything here, we should go to the club with Laurell.”

“Um okay.” I wasn’t expecting that.

I was so disappointed when Wes didn’t find anything at Laurell’s. I was so sure there was a supernatural thingy happening here but Wes didn’t find anything. We ended up at the club. I really didn’t want to be here but at least I didn’t have any plans with Lindsey tonight so I was free to help Wes. Laurell disappeared into the crowd almost as fast as we got there. Wes took my hand.

“Want to dance, Harm?”

“Uh, I guess.” Since when did he call me Harm?

I really didn’t want to dance. I didn’t want to dance with Lindsey either. I wasn’t a good dancer. I usually spent most of the time at the Bronze sitting in a corner with the rest of my friends, making fun of the crowd. I was good at that. Dancing wasn’t my thing even if I had been a cheerleader. I could do it if I rehearsed a lot and had a pattern to follow but I wasn’t so good at finding my own rhythms. Lindsey was such a good dancer that it made me feel even more self conscious.

I didn’t have that problem with Wesley. He was really bad, embarrassingly bad. Man, if he and Cordy ever went out, she probably fled in terror. Still, he was totally oblivious to how bad he was and that was kinda cute. I always did think Wes was a cutie. He had really pretty blue eyes just like my Cuddlepup. I didn’t really like his beard. I’ve always seen them as a sign of being unkempt. Well, at least he had a nice smile.

I wasn’t prepared, however, for when he grabbed and kissed me. The beard tickled as he moved his lips down my neck. I knew I should toss him half way across the dance floor but this was nice. One of the reasons I took the job with Angel was because I kinda had a crush on Wes but he never noticed me. I guess maybe I was wrong about that. When Wes broke the kiss and danced away, I felt eyes on me. I turned and saw Lindsey. I should have known he’d be here. He was furious. “It wasn’t what it looked like,” I babbled.

“Really? Look, like I even care,” Lindsey snarled and headed for the bar.

I caught up to him and tried to stop him. He shoved me and I grabbed his arm, nearly yanking it out of socket. Men don’t get to shove me, not any more. “I didn’t know Wes was going to do that. I didn’t ask him to and I’m not going to be your punching bag for it.”

“Like I said, I don’t care. Invite him home tonight with us for all I care,” Lindsey said. “Could be fun watching you with another guy.”

My eyes widened. I was so not expecting that. I had thought about two guys with me more than once. I was tempted. Wesley might even say yes. I should have just left then and there because there was obvious something was really wrong with this picture. I didn’t say no. Neither did Wesley.

* * *

“Angel, I’m telling you something is really wrong,” I said.

Angel wiped his teary eyes. Hey, I told him I’d do something if he didn’t quit sniffing me like a dog. Let him sniff through a noseful of Chanel. “You didn’t have to do that, Harmony.”

“Yes, I did,” I replied as a hole started spontaneously forming in one of the office chairs. I pointed at it. “Oh, is the ghost weasel still in here?”

“Yes,” he growled. “Now, what’s wrong?”

“Wes, Laurell and my Cuddlepup are all acting weird, like they’re possessed,” I said.

“That would explain why I smelled him on you with another guy...who smells familiar but I’m having trouble placing it.” His brow wrinkled all up. “ Like it’s been a few years since I’ve caught that scent.”

“Gross, okay? Don’t make me spray you again, boss,” I said, sternly. “I know it has something to do with Laurell’s house.”

“What makes you think that?”

I explained it to him the same way I explained it to Wesley. “And last night when I took Wes there, he wanted to go to the disco and he wanted a threesome.” I wasn’t about to tell Angel that it was a fun one, too. If I didn’t heal so fast, I’d be one, tired, sore girl this morning. My greatest fear when I had been thinking threesomes with Spike didn’t come true. The guys didn’t end up more interested in each other than they did in me. They didn’t really want to be anywhere near each other, keeping me firmly in the middle just like I wanted them to. “I think it’s Laurell’s couch.”

Angel’s bloodshot eyes opened wide. “Why?”

“Because Laurell started acting weird the day she brought it home. My Cuddlepup sat on it and started acting weird on the way home. Wes just touched it and he was off to the dance club. Even I feel weird when I sit on it. This is what happens when you find your furniture on the side of the road.”

“So what do you think I can do about this?”

“Unpossess them, the way you did Cordy when Phantom Dennis’ mother had her. You know the spell,” I said.

He nodded. “I guess it’s worth a try and if it doesn’t work I’ll get the phantasms and entities department on it. Hopefully they’ll find a treatment for it faster than they have for the ghost weasel.”

“Thanks, boss.” I gave him a spontaneous hug. Boy, he has big shoulders. “What do we have to do?”

* * *

“I think that’s enough bile,” Angel said as he, Wes and I went into Laurell’s. It was easy enough to get Wes to come along. He thought Laurell and Angel were going to join in the carnal fun after the dance.

I looked at the greenish-black stuff making a face. “I sure hope so. Hey, Laurell, is Cuddlepup here yet?”

“Not yet. He’s late as usual,” she said and headed back upstairs, being her usual poor hostess self.

Wes sat on the couch, flipping on the TV then the VCR. It had a really old porn in it but he didn’t seem to care that Angel and I were in the room.

Angel’s eyes were like saucers as he whispered to me, “You’re right. Something’s definitely wrong.”

“Should we wait for my boyfriend to get here?”

Angel shook his head. “We should just start it. If it works, it’ll force the entity out of them regardless of where they are.”

“Okay.”

Angel started the ceremony. I was going to let him do it because I’m no good with Latin. I was going to hand him things he needed and run interference. That became quickly needed as Wes got off the couch, demanding for us to stop and Laurell thundered down the stairs. There was a loud cracking noise and a black tarry stuff pulled out of Laurell and Wes and more came in through the windows. I didn’t even want to think about that. It was like it was an octopus with tentacles in everyone who had been acting weird. It congealed into a man.

“You’re going to pay for this,” he roared, lunging for us.

“Better start the binding spell,” Angel said, side stepping the ghost.

“Hey, isn’t he the guy on TV?” I pointed at the porn.

“I’m T.J. Deepdiver,” the ghost said, puffing up his see-through chest.

“He was a big porn star,” Angel said then started rattling off some Latin.

I just looked at the boss man in shock. He shrugged, sheepishly.

The ghost looked pleased. “You know my work.”

“I don’t, don’t care either,” I said, getting his attention.

“You would have loved me, sweetie. I know you did last night.” He leered then darted at me. “You’re not going to stop me. I know I can live again in one of these bodies. I just have to figure it out.

Before he could reach me, he disappeared with a squeal as Angel stopped his chanting. The boss man ran a hand through his hair as Wes and Laurell collapsed.

“That should do it,” Angel said. “We’d better take care of them.”

“I was right, it was a ghost.” I sounded totally shocked that I could be right about something. I needed to go read more of my self-help confidence builders. They weren’t sticking.

“You were right. Good job, Harmony,” Angel said, helping Wes onto the couch.

I beamed at him. “Thanks.”

“What...what’s happening?” Wes asked.

“You explain, Harmony It’s your show,” Angel said.

* * *

“Are you ever coming out of the shower?” Eve asked.

“When I’m clean...never going to get clean,” Lindsey muttered then jumped as Eve pulled the curtain to look at him.

“What happened? You left to go meet Harmony then you came back early for a change and raced in here.”

“Harm said to meet her at Laurell’s place and she, Laurell and Wesley would tell me things about work since I was so curious about it. I was outside the when I heard chanting. Angel was there so I didn’t go in. Next thing I know I’m on the ground outside the livingroom window with this stuff tearing out of me. Hurt like hell. When I came to, Harmony and Angel were explaining to Wesley and Laurell how we were under the control of a 70's porn star. He was trying to possesses us all, trying to live again.”

Eve smirked. “Porn star? That would explain a lot.”

“I’m through with Harmony. I can’t look at her after this. Find another way to Angel. Now go away. I have to get clean!” Lindsey yanked the curtain shut, listening to Eve laughing.

* * *

“True love never runs smooth, does it, Cordy?” I sighed as I painted her nails Bare It In Trafalgar Square Opi nude. She probably would have wanted Double Decker Red but Angel was coming to visit her tonight. If he complains one more time about the job I do on Cordy’s nails I’m going to paint his while he’s sleeping.

“My Cuddlepup broke up with me. Maybe it was the ghost who made him want me in the first place.” I sighed again. “Don’t be mad at me but I had a threesome with him and Wes. You know how you get this fantasy in your head and even though you know it’s wrong you do it anyhow? Don’t tell anyone, but it was fun. Wes is hot and I’ll never repeat this but beard burn feels good. But now Wes won’t look at me and Lindsey is long gone.

“At least your Dennis did the dishes. What did my friends get? The ghost of a 70's porn star. He actually called himself T.J. Deepdiver, can you believe it? How sick. You want a laugh, Angel knew his movies. Guess we know what your man was doing back in the 70's when he wasn’t getting no loving.” He complains about the nail polish one more time and I planned on telling everyone about it. “Anyhow, turn out T.J. used to use the discos to find new talent for the porn industry. He would go every night when he wasn’t doing his movies and he was like big into kinky sex and cocaine and all that stuff. It was like he got into anyone’s head who sat on that couch and tried to live his lifestyle through them.

“I guess he couldn’t affect me because I’m like already dead. Me and Angel handled him though. You would have been proud of me. I’m proud of myself for figuring it out. I was right, it was Laurell’s couch. The house where she picked it up was T.J.’s. He died like a week before his family tossed all his stuff out on the curb. Guess he snorted all his money back in the 70's and died kinda poor, sad and lonely. Serves him right. I bet Laurell’s learned her lesson about not picking up furniture off the road. There, you look good. Let’s get a little lipstick on you.” I painted a light coat of Abbey Rose on her lips. “Have a nice visit with Angel tonight, Cordy. You look good. So, do you think I should ask Wes out or what?”

Requirements: Who you would like to see with her: Lindsey
Did you want a pairing: Harm/Wesley. Not necessarily as in 'and they lived happily ever after', a one-night-stand or a simple unrequerited crush would be fine.
Who you don't want in the fic: Illyria and Spike (though mentions are okay)
Requests: Lindsey catching Harm and/or Wesley at something they shouldn't be doing. Dancing.
Restrictions: Character death.