maevebran

Title: Leveraging Peace
Author: Maeve Bran
Fandom: Leverage
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Leverage, I'm just using them for some unprofitable fun.
Notes: Set after 1.6 “The Mirracle Job”
Summary: Lindsey gains a small measure of peace for his past deeds.
Word Count:398

Lindsey sat in a back pew of the newly saved Saint Nicholas Church. He wondered how long it had been since he had set foot in a church, of any kind not just Catholic. He'd grown up Baptist like so many in his home town but when he left for college and then law school church became something he did if he was home visiting his mama. She would raise holy heck if he didn't come to church when he was home. Then there was his years in Wolfram and Hart. Sure occasionally they set foot on Holy ground for some ceremony or other but it was a perversion of the Faith he'd been brought up to. He knew that if God truly sent lightening to hit the sinners on His land, Lindsey would be the first of Leverage and Associates Consulting to be hit.

Lindsey knew his cousin and the others had been thieves and broken laws of both God and man but none had come close to his level of evil. Maybe it was time he went back to that church with his Mama, Lindsey thought as he got up to join the others, reluctantly since the piece of this place had seeped into him. It made him think that maybe redemption for one such as him was possible.

“Mr. McDonald, is there something I can help you with?” asked Father Paul, Nate's friend.

“I'm not Catholic, Father. I appreciate the offer though,” Lindsey said ruefully.

“That's never stopped me from helping anyone in need,” the Priest answered.

“Do you believe forgiveness is possible?” Lindsey asked tentatively.

“I do. Except for cases of mortal sin,” Father Paul answered. “If you think you may have committed a mortal sin, I would recommend you talk to your own Pastor.”

“How do you know I have a Pastor?” inquired Lindsey.

“You said you weren't Catholic not Christian,” pointed out Father Paul. “Besides you sat contemplating the Crucifix like one who had heard the message but turned away from it. Go talk to your Pastor. If you need further spiritual guidance, I'm here.”

“Thank you, Father. I may take you up on that someday,” Lindsey said as he shook the Priest's hand before he joined his teammates outside.

Lindsey booked a flight home the next day and was sitting if the front pew with his Mama the very next Sunday.