Fic: Sí se puede (Eliot/Parker) G
Title: Sí se puede
Fandom: Leverage
Character/Pairing: Eliot, Parker
Rating: G
Word Count: 546
Summary: Eliot’s in need of a translator, but first he has to agree to Parker’s terms. Tag to “The Gone Fishin’ Job” so spoilers for that I guess.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I still don’t own anything.
Lessons Learned parts (you don't have to read them to read this story): An Afternoon Mess, Cuffs, Spin Cycle
It’s not often that someone on the team received a thank you in the form of writing, especially when they were in another language. Eliot was by no means a master of language, but over the years of international travel he’d picked up several along the way.
The language he never really spent much time dealing with was Spanish, had it been in Farsi or Russian he wouldn’t be where he was now. After the job in Juarez the little girl from the family they’d helped had drawn him a letter and written a short note.
He’d stared at the letter for a while after he’d recovered from his time in the woods with Hardison, but hadn’t had any success in translating it past “gracias.”
Eliot didn’t own a computer and wasn’t about to ask Hardison to borrow his, so he went to see the only person he knew that would help him without making a big deal about it.
“Parker, it’s me Eliot. I’m opening the door to your creepy storage shed.”
“Go away. I’m busy trying to pix my piñata.”
When he walked up to the table she was sitting at he could glue and colorful strips of tissue paper. He didn’t actually think Parker was going to fix the piñata that he had broken out of annoyance, but he should have known never to jump to conclusions with Parker.
“You have like ten more why do you need that one to have a head?”
“Because they’re a family.”
“A family? Parker you do realize that they’re piñatas not actual animals?”
“Or maybe they are.” Seeing her evil planning smile creeping onto her face Eliot decided that it was time to try and changed the subject of the arts and crafts surgery going on.
“Listen, I know you speak Spanish and I need you to tell me what this letter says.”
“Nope.”
“What do you mean nope?”
“You tore the head off Hardison Jr., so no I’m not helping you with anything. Unless…”
“Unless what Parker? It will only take you a few minutes to just read this to me and then I’ll leave you to whatever crazy you were up to before I got here.”
“If you help me fix my piñata that you tore apart, I’ll read you whatever you want.”
“Aw come on Parker. I don’t do crafts.” Running his hand through his hair Eliot let out a sigh and sat down on the seat across from Parker.
Parker handed over the brightly color halves with a big smile. “Make him look pretty again and when I approve I’ll tell you what the little girl wrote. It’s actually quite sweet.”
Sitting in silence for a while as he was working Eliot went back to something Parker had said earlier. “Parker what’s this ones name again?”
“Hardison Jr.,” she said skipping over to the rest she pointed to them one by one telling him their names until he heard his name called when she picked up a large blue one. “I named them after the team and when I ran out of our names, I used ones for people we helped.”
“Hmm I guess if there were any piñata that I would pull there heads off it’s fitting that it was Hardison’s.”
Fandom: Leverage
Character/Pairing: Eliot, Parker
Rating: G
Word Count: 546
Summary: Eliot’s in need of a translator, but first he has to agree to Parker’s terms. Tag to “The Gone Fishin’ Job” so spoilers for that I guess.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I still don’t own anything.
Lessons Learned parts (you don't have to read them to read this story): An Afternoon Mess, Cuffs, Spin Cycle
It’s not often that someone on the team received a thank you in the form of writing, especially when they were in another language. Eliot was by no means a master of language, but over the years of international travel he’d picked up several along the way.
The language he never really spent much time dealing with was Spanish, had it been in Farsi or Russian he wouldn’t be where he was now. After the job in Juarez the little girl from the family they’d helped had drawn him a letter and written a short note.
He’d stared at the letter for a while after he’d recovered from his time in the woods with Hardison, but hadn’t had any success in translating it past “gracias.”
Eliot didn’t own a computer and wasn’t about to ask Hardison to borrow his, so he went to see the only person he knew that would help him without making a big deal about it.
“Parker, it’s me Eliot. I’m opening the door to your creepy storage shed.”
“Go away. I’m busy trying to pix my piñata.”
When he walked up to the table she was sitting at he could glue and colorful strips of tissue paper. He didn’t actually think Parker was going to fix the piñata that he had broken out of annoyance, but he should have known never to jump to conclusions with Parker.
“You have like ten more why do you need that one to have a head?”
“Because they’re a family.”
“A family? Parker you do realize that they’re piñatas not actual animals?”
“Or maybe they are.” Seeing her evil planning smile creeping onto her face Eliot decided that it was time to try and changed the subject of the arts and crafts surgery going on.
“Listen, I know you speak Spanish and I need you to tell me what this letter says.”
“Nope.”
“What do you mean nope?”
“You tore the head off Hardison Jr., so no I’m not helping you with anything. Unless…”
“Unless what Parker? It will only take you a few minutes to just read this to me and then I’ll leave you to whatever crazy you were up to before I got here.”
“If you help me fix my piñata that you tore apart, I’ll read you whatever you want.”
“Aw come on Parker. I don’t do crafts.” Running his hand through his hair Eliot let out a sigh and sat down on the seat across from Parker.
Parker handed over the brightly color halves with a big smile. “Make him look pretty again and when I approve I’ll tell you what the little girl wrote. It’s actually quite sweet.”
Sitting in silence for a while as he was working Eliot went back to something Parker had said earlier. “Parker what’s this ones name again?”
“Hardison Jr.,” she said skipping over to the rest she pointed to them one by one telling him their names until he heard his name called when she picked up a large blue one. “I named them after the team and when I ran out of our names, I used ones for people we helped.”
“Hmm I guess if there were any piñata that I would pull there heads off it’s fitting that it was Hardison’s.”