Eliot - Past Mistakes
Fandom: Leverage/Buffyverse
Title: Past Mistakes
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer, Faith Lehane and Lindsey McDonald
xoverland Challenge: Temple of Janus
tamingthemuse Prompt: Mea Culpa
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: The last time Eliot saw his cousin, they fought.
Author’s Note: Part of the Hardison/Buffy series that still doesn’t have a name yet, but I’m getting there. Written especially at the request of afteriwake. ♥
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Devlin and Whedon. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
The last time Eliot saw his cousin, they fought.
They always fought. It was always a war between worlds with them. Just when Eliot thought he was making progress in getting Lindsey to stop, they wound up back where they started again. Eliot didn’t know what it was about Wolfram and Hart that got under his skin, but from the first minute that Lindsey told him that that was where he was going to work, Eliot had a bad feeling about it, down in his gut. There was something about that place that said once you walk in, you don’t walk out.
“It’s an opportunity,” Lindsey said. “A good one. This is one of the most powerful law firms in the world.”
“Just because they’ve got power doesn’t mean they use it well,” Eliot snapped back at him. “They’re bad people. They get people off that have no business getting off, and no one knows why. They just do.”
“Ever think that maybe they’re just really good at their jobs? You know, not everything is a conspiracy.”
“You do this every time. You get in over your head and I have to come and dig you out, like always.” His hand curled into a tighter fist as he fought the urge to physically try and shake him out of this stupid idea. But he knew that Lindsey wouldn’t listen. Both of them were the same in that one respect-once they had an idea in their heads, there was no getting out of it.
“Who knows, cousin,” he muttered. “Maybe I’ll prove you wrong for a change.”
That was the last time Eliot spoke to him. He went to do a job overseas, one job turned into another and by the time he was contactable again, he was getting a death notification. He was found in Los Angeles after being shot in the chest. Eliot could never really get any details on the hows or whys, but that wasn’t really what mattered at that point. It was the fact that Lindsey had gotten himself in over his head, and while Eliot had said he would be there to pull him out, he wasn’t.
Now, he gets to hear that Wolfram and Hart wasn’t just bad people who did bad things. They didn’t just pay off juries or something similar. They were neck deep in something dangerous and supernatural, and it left him to wonder whether or not he would have stood a chance in getting Lindsey out if he had actually tried. They didn’t seem like the kind of people that let someone go easy in the first place, he had no reason to believe that once you got in with someone that deep in something evil , real evil that had the magic to match, you didn’t get out. Not in one piece.
After having that very startling conversation with Buffy and Hardison, Eliot made his way downstairs and ordered himself a drink. He’s not sure if he’s drowning his sorrows or just trying to forget for a little while but he doesn’t think anything of it when he hears the door to McRory’s open and the sound of combat boots against the floor. He vaguely heard Cora asking the person what she can get them when the voice actually spoke.
“Yo, I’m looking for a guy named Alec Hardison. Friend of mine told me to ask for him to find her.”
Eliot turned at the mention of his friend’s name, actually looking at the speaker. Dark hair, dark eyes-didn’t seem like she would be a friend of Buffy’s but he figured that it was worth a shot. “Who’s your friend?”
She turned at the voice, and the second her eyes landed on him, they widened and she was in a defensive stance before he could even blink. “You son of a bitch-” There was a hard left hook to the face, and the next thing he knew, he was getting very well acquainted with the floor.
So maybe asking about Hardison wasn’t the greatest idea.
Title: Past Mistakes
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer, Faith Lehane and Lindsey McDonald
xoverland Challenge: Temple of Janus
tamingthemuse Prompt: Mea Culpa
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: The last time Eliot saw his cousin, they fought.
Author’s Note: Part of the Hardison/Buffy series that still doesn’t have a name yet, but I’m getting there. Written especially at the request of afteriwake. ♥
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Devlin and Whedon. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
The last time Eliot saw his cousin, they fought.
They always fought. It was always a war between worlds with them. Just when Eliot thought he was making progress in getting Lindsey to stop, they wound up back where they started again. Eliot didn’t know what it was about Wolfram and Hart that got under his skin, but from the first minute that Lindsey told him that that was where he was going to work, Eliot had a bad feeling about it, down in his gut. There was something about that place that said once you walk in, you don’t walk out.
“It’s an opportunity,” Lindsey said. “A good one. This is one of the most powerful law firms in the world.”
“Just because they’ve got power doesn’t mean they use it well,” Eliot snapped back at him. “They’re bad people. They get people off that have no business getting off, and no one knows why. They just do.”
“Ever think that maybe they’re just really good at their jobs? You know, not everything is a conspiracy.”
“You do this every time. You get in over your head and I have to come and dig you out, like always.” His hand curled into a tighter fist as he fought the urge to physically try and shake him out of this stupid idea. But he knew that Lindsey wouldn’t listen. Both of them were the same in that one respect-once they had an idea in their heads, there was no getting out of it.
“Who knows, cousin,” he muttered. “Maybe I’ll prove you wrong for a change.”
That was the last time Eliot spoke to him. He went to do a job overseas, one job turned into another and by the time he was contactable again, he was getting a death notification. He was found in Los Angeles after being shot in the chest. Eliot could never really get any details on the hows or whys, but that wasn’t really what mattered at that point. It was the fact that Lindsey had gotten himself in over his head, and while Eliot had said he would be there to pull him out, he wasn’t.
Now, he gets to hear that Wolfram and Hart wasn’t just bad people who did bad things. They didn’t just pay off juries or something similar. They were neck deep in something dangerous and supernatural, and it left him to wonder whether or not he would have stood a chance in getting Lindsey out if he had actually tried. They didn’t seem like the kind of people that let someone go easy in the first place, he had no reason to believe that once you got in with someone that deep in something evil , real evil that had the magic to match, you didn’t get out. Not in one piece.
After having that very startling conversation with Buffy and Hardison, Eliot made his way downstairs and ordered himself a drink. He’s not sure if he’s drowning his sorrows or just trying to forget for a little while but he doesn’t think anything of it when he hears the door to McRory’s open and the sound of combat boots against the floor. He vaguely heard Cora asking the person what she can get them when the voice actually spoke.
“Yo, I’m looking for a guy named Alec Hardison. Friend of mine told me to ask for him to find her.”
Eliot turned at the mention of his friend’s name, actually looking at the speaker. Dark hair, dark eyes-didn’t seem like she would be a friend of Buffy’s but he figured that it was worth a shot. “Who’s your friend?”
She turned at the voice, and the second her eyes landed on him, they widened and she was in a defensive stance before he could even blink. “You son of a bitch-” There was a hard left hook to the face, and the next thing he knew, he was getting very well acquainted with the floor.
So maybe asking about Hardison wasn’t the greatest idea.