Fic - (and we'll make) a home - (Eliot/Parker/Hardison) - K+
Title: (and we'll make) a home
Author: alinaandalion
For: seraphina_snape
Rating: K+
Summary: “I just want Christmas to be like it used to be.”
Spoilers: Up through the Season 5 finale.
Eliot glances up from the apples he is slicing and sighs. “Parker, take that off the tree.”
Parker’s shoulders lift, and he knows she’s rolling her eyes at him as she keeps draping the sapphire necklace in her hands over the tree branches. It clashes horribly with the red and gold balls Hardison had convinced her to use for the ornaments. But over the past week, she’s been trying to sneak various things she’s stolen onto the tree, and he and Hardison haven’t figured out why yet.
“Parker,” he says again, and she whirls around, her eyebrows drawn together.
“I like it there,” she replies, pointing her finger at him for emphasis.
“It’s clashing with the ornaments.”
“Hardison said I can decorate the tree however I want it.”
Eliot bites back a groan. “Yeah, but we’ve talked about you putting your loot on the tree. And you said that we would stick to regular ornaments this year.”
“I changed my mind.” Parker pushes her bottom lip out into a pout and crosses her arms over chest. “I just want Christmas to be like it used to be.”
“You know things are going to be a little different this year,” he says quietly.
“Because Nate and Sophie aren’t here.”
He looks at her eyes, sad and blue blue blue, and he gives her a half-hearted smile.
“Different isn’t always bad, darling.”
Hardison walks in at that moment and stops in the doorway, looking from Eliot to Parker.
“Something going on?” he asks, shifting the grocery sack in his hands.
Eliot shakes his head and walks over to take the bag from Hardison. “Just decorating differences.”
“Again, Parker?” Hardison looks at her and frowns. “We’ve talked about this, babe.”
“I know. I just decided I like it with the other stuff on there, too.” She reaches back and flicks the sapphire with delicate fingers. “It makes it feel like home.”
Hardison glances at Eliot, and it never fails to amaze Eliot how Hardison can instinctively know what’s going on with Parker. Even after months of living together, Eliot hasn’t quite reached that ease with her. He watches as Hardison crosses the room to Parker and wraps his arms around her waist.
“I think you might be right,” he murmurs as he kisses her neck.
Parker looks at Eliot over Hardison’s shoulder, and he shrugs. She grins shyly and beckons for him to join them by the tree. Eliot goes; he can’t do anything else.
Author: alinaandalion
For: seraphina_snape
Rating: K+
Summary: “I just want Christmas to be like it used to be.”
Spoilers: Up through the Season 5 finale.
Eliot glances up from the apples he is slicing and sighs. “Parker, take that off the tree.”
Parker’s shoulders lift, and he knows she’s rolling her eyes at him as she keeps draping the sapphire necklace in her hands over the tree branches. It clashes horribly with the red and gold balls Hardison had convinced her to use for the ornaments. But over the past week, she’s been trying to sneak various things she’s stolen onto the tree, and he and Hardison haven’t figured out why yet.
“Parker,” he says again, and she whirls around, her eyebrows drawn together.
“I like it there,” she replies, pointing her finger at him for emphasis.
“It’s clashing with the ornaments.”
“Hardison said I can decorate the tree however I want it.”
Eliot bites back a groan. “Yeah, but we’ve talked about you putting your loot on the tree. And you said that we would stick to regular ornaments this year.”
“I changed my mind.” Parker pushes her bottom lip out into a pout and crosses her arms over chest. “I just want Christmas to be like it used to be.”
“You know things are going to be a little different this year,” he says quietly.
“Because Nate and Sophie aren’t here.”
He looks at her eyes, sad and blue blue blue, and he gives her a half-hearted smile.
“Different isn’t always bad, darling.”
Hardison walks in at that moment and stops in the doorway, looking from Eliot to Parker.
“Something going on?” he asks, shifting the grocery sack in his hands.
Eliot shakes his head and walks over to take the bag from Hardison. “Just decorating differences.”
“Again, Parker?” Hardison looks at her and frowns. “We’ve talked about this, babe.”
“I know. I just decided I like it with the other stuff on there, too.” She reaches back and flicks the sapphire with delicate fingers. “It makes it feel like home.”
Hardison glances at Eliot, and it never fails to amaze Eliot how Hardison can instinctively know what’s going on with Parker. Even after months of living together, Eliot hasn’t quite reached that ease with her. He watches as Hardison crosses the room to Parker and wraps his arms around her waist.
“I think you might be right,” he murmurs as he kisses her neck.
Parker looks at Eliot over Hardison’s shoulder, and he shrugs. She grins shyly and beckons for him to join them by the tree. Eliot goes; he can’t do anything else.