I adore Alec sort of a lot. Age of the geek, baby!
Since posting my bunny last night, Alec has been bantering in my head. I can't make him shut up. This is a good thing, of course, and is because I'm picking bdblack up at the airport in an hour. The minute I stop being depressed, the voices in my head start talking again. I wish they were SG1 voices, because I owe hilarytamar fic, but what can you do?
This snippet isn't a secret crossover. No way. Uh-uh. *innocent face* Short and PG.
Hardison poked his head around the doorjamb just in time to see Eliot tip his head back and take a long pull of water from his bottle. "You about done sparring with your girlfriend?" he asked, eyeing Eliot's huge new workout partner on the other side of the mat room.
Eliot nodded, called, "Tomorrow, man" over his shoulder, and headed for the door.
"Wait, I'm the girl now?" the guy rumbled, which was as many words in a row as Alec had heard from him yet.
"It's hard to tell with you two," Hardison answered as they ducked out the door, "what with the mutual girly-ass hair thing."
The new guy cheerfully flipped him off through the window. Eliot said, "His hair is not girly."
"Wait a minute. I say you both got girly hair and you promptly leap to defend his 'do?"
"I've given up arguing with you about mine. But those dreads are awesome."
"Those dreads got beads in them, man. I think I'm on pretty safe ground, here."
Eliot blinked. "Okay. Given that you're the one who noticed the beads..."
"Plus, you were watching his ass."
"I was watching his center of gravity. That's important." Eliot sounded only very slightly defensive.
"Nuh-uh." Alec jabbed himself in the stomach, just a bit below his belly-button. "Human center of gravity's right here. You told me that. Still higher than the ass. Plus--" He twisted around to peer back through the window. "Freak with shoulders like that, I bet his center's higher anyway."
If Alec didn't know better, he would say Eliot was beaming beneath his poker-face. "So you do listen to some of what I say."
Alec decided to ignore the blatant subject-dodging. "I'm a geek!"
He reached out to poke Eliot in the arm, only for Eliot to lash out lightning fast in a grab that could probably have done some serious damage. At the last minute, he changed to flick the back of Alec's hand.
Bastard flicked harder than anybody Alec had ever known.
"Don't poke me."
"I'm just saying, I'm a geek. Listening and learning, that's what we do. Collect information and then use it when applicable. Geekery is based on general intelligence, that's the thing nobody gets. Just because I haven't studied your specialty doesn't mean--"
"How do you poach an egg?" Eliot asked with a fake-sweet smile.
Alec opened his mouth, then closed it, then said, "No, you never told me that."
"Monday morning, when I was suggesting to you that you're physically capable of making your own breakfast."
"Not ringing a bell."
"You were sitting right there at the kitchen table with your laptop. With the thing with the elves."
"Dude. Nothing you say to a man while he's playing World of Warcraft counts!"
"I explained the entire process."
"I once accepted a marriage proposal that way," Alec said wistfully. "It was twenty-seven hours after I got the second Evercrack expansion, so I say it was entirely excusable, but she didn't seem to think so."
"I asked if you understood. You said 'sure man, it looks easy.'"
"You are really not so bright," Alec said, and reached out to flick Eliot again.
This snippet isn't a secret crossover. No way. Uh-uh. *innocent face* Short and PG.
Hardison poked his head around the doorjamb just in time to see Eliot tip his head back and take a long pull of water from his bottle. "You about done sparring with your girlfriend?" he asked, eyeing Eliot's huge new workout partner on the other side of the mat room.
Eliot nodded, called, "Tomorrow, man" over his shoulder, and headed for the door.
"Wait, I'm the girl now?" the guy rumbled, which was as many words in a row as Alec had heard from him yet.
"It's hard to tell with you two," Hardison answered as they ducked out the door, "what with the mutual girly-ass hair thing."
The new guy cheerfully flipped him off through the window. Eliot said, "His hair is not girly."
"Wait a minute. I say you both got girly hair and you promptly leap to defend his 'do?"
"I've given up arguing with you about mine. But those dreads are awesome."
"Those dreads got beads in them, man. I think I'm on pretty safe ground, here."
Eliot blinked. "Okay. Given that you're the one who noticed the beads..."
"Plus, you were watching his ass."
"I was watching his center of gravity. That's important." Eliot sounded only very slightly defensive.
"Nuh-uh." Alec jabbed himself in the stomach, just a bit below his belly-button. "Human center of gravity's right here. You told me that. Still higher than the ass. Plus--" He twisted around to peer back through the window. "Freak with shoulders like that, I bet his center's higher anyway."
If Alec didn't know better, he would say Eliot was beaming beneath his poker-face. "So you do listen to some of what I say."
Alec decided to ignore the blatant subject-dodging. "I'm a geek!"
He reached out to poke Eliot in the arm, only for Eliot to lash out lightning fast in a grab that could probably have done some serious damage. At the last minute, he changed to flick the back of Alec's hand.
Bastard flicked harder than anybody Alec had ever known.
"Don't poke me."
"I'm just saying, I'm a geek. Listening and learning, that's what we do. Collect information and then use it when applicable. Geekery is based on general intelligence, that's the thing nobody gets. Just because I haven't studied your specialty doesn't mean--"
"How do you poach an egg?" Eliot asked with a fake-sweet smile.
Alec opened his mouth, then closed it, then said, "No, you never told me that."
"Monday morning, when I was suggesting to you that you're physically capable of making your own breakfast."
"Not ringing a bell."
"You were sitting right there at the kitchen table with your laptop. With the thing with the elves."
"Dude. Nothing you say to a man while he's playing World of Warcraft counts!"
"I explained the entire process."
"I once accepted a marriage proposal that way," Alec said wistfully. "It was twenty-seven hours after I got the second Evercrack expansion, so I say it was entirely excusable, but she didn't seem to think so."
"I asked if you understood. You said 'sure man, it looks easy.'"
"You are really not so bright," Alec said, and reached out to flick Eliot again.