Fic: I Missed You
Title: I Missed You
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG
Pairings: Hardison/Eliot, Hardison/Future!Eliot (because I'm a moron that doesn't read prompts properly)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Suggestions of violence, Dr Who Crossover
AN: Was originally written for a prompt by oteap at comment_fic but I'm a moron and my bunny only read part of the prompt. Here is the original prompt, just in case it gets filled: Leverage, Nate/future!Eliot, I missed you.
When he'd fallen from the sky - and he had fallen from the sky, there was nothing else for miles he could have fallen off - he'd been a mess. His jeans had been so dirty Alec hadn't been able to say what colour they were with any kind of certitude, his shirt and coat had been ripped and tatty, a beanie had covered dark hair and a beard hid the rest of his face.
Alec had started at his sudden falling-from-the-sky act, but not thought too hard about it, put his eyes to the ground and started to walk past him - he was obviously just a homeless man in need of a shave, anything else was Alec's lack of sleep. Eliot had been out on a private job, and there was something about an empty bed that just wasn't appealing.
Then the man had reached out, grabbed his arm and said 'Alec', just once, in that serious tone that Eliot reserved for when bad things were about to happen. Alec had met his eyes then, and damn did he recognise those eyes, even if he recognised nothing else. Eliot smiled and damn near fell apart, tears and everything. "Shit man, I missed you."
Alec took him home, Eliot - his Eliot - out of the country for at least another day made this slightly less weird than it might have otherwise been. He let him shower, shave, change, didn't even peak. The man who left his bathroom was only slightly less alien than the one who went in. He was older, Alec could tell now the beard was gone. There were creases and scars and marks where there hadn't been any when Eliot had left a week ago. Thick hair, curling as it dried, was much longer, tidied back into a knot and greying at the temples.
Eliot smiled at him as he stood there observing and Alec got the familiar feeling he was being mocked without Eliot even needing to say anything.
Eliot stepped up closer, reaching up to cup Alec's cheek with a hand Alec realised with a physical jerk was half-formed, two fingers missing to the second joint and his thumb twisted unnaturally. Eliot pulled back with a wince, putting the hand behind him and holding it with the other.
"Sorry." he muttered.
Alec scowled, reaching out to grab his forearm and pull the hand back around into sight. "Let me see." he retorted, holding the hand still and studying the damage in what he hoped was an accepting way, running his own fingers over scars obviously years old.
Eliot had tears in his eyes again when he looked up, and Alec didn't know what to do with that, so he grinned and leant over to kiss the other man.
"How did you get here?" he asked.
Eliot snorted, scrubbing at his face with a sleeve and stepping away, out of Alec's space.
"He told me I was supposed to call him the Doctor. I figure that's some obscure reference or somethin'. You an' your geek friends are all the same."
"You... He..." Alec debated passing out, lightheaded all of a sudden. "Hang on. He sent you back in your own timeline? What if you meet yourself?" he finally managed to settle on one issue out of the thousands clamouring for attention.
Eliot looked away, expression sad. "I'm not gonna make it home, Sweetheart."
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG
Pairings: Hardison/Eliot, Hardison/Future!Eliot (because I'm a moron that doesn't read prompts properly)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Suggestions of violence, Dr Who Crossover
AN: Was originally written for a prompt by oteap at comment_fic but I'm a moron and my bunny only read part of the prompt. Here is the original prompt, just in case it gets filled: Leverage, Nate/future!Eliot, I missed you.
When he'd fallen from the sky - and he had fallen from the sky, there was nothing else for miles he could have fallen off - he'd been a mess. His jeans had been so dirty Alec hadn't been able to say what colour they were with any kind of certitude, his shirt and coat had been ripped and tatty, a beanie had covered dark hair and a beard hid the rest of his face.
Alec had started at his sudden falling-from-the-sky act, but not thought too hard about it, put his eyes to the ground and started to walk past him - he was obviously just a homeless man in need of a shave, anything else was Alec's lack of sleep. Eliot had been out on a private job, and there was something about an empty bed that just wasn't appealing.
Then the man had reached out, grabbed his arm and said 'Alec', just once, in that serious tone that Eliot reserved for when bad things were about to happen. Alec had met his eyes then, and damn did he recognise those eyes, even if he recognised nothing else. Eliot smiled and damn near fell apart, tears and everything. "Shit man, I missed you."
Alec took him home, Eliot - his Eliot - out of the country for at least another day made this slightly less weird than it might have otherwise been. He let him shower, shave, change, didn't even peak. The man who left his bathroom was only slightly less alien than the one who went in. He was older, Alec could tell now the beard was gone. There were creases and scars and marks where there hadn't been any when Eliot had left a week ago. Thick hair, curling as it dried, was much longer, tidied back into a knot and greying at the temples.
Eliot smiled at him as he stood there observing and Alec got the familiar feeling he was being mocked without Eliot even needing to say anything.
Eliot stepped up closer, reaching up to cup Alec's cheek with a hand Alec realised with a physical jerk was half-formed, two fingers missing to the second joint and his thumb twisted unnaturally. Eliot pulled back with a wince, putting the hand behind him and holding it with the other.
"Sorry." he muttered.
Alec scowled, reaching out to grab his forearm and pull the hand back around into sight. "Let me see." he retorted, holding the hand still and studying the damage in what he hoped was an accepting way, running his own fingers over scars obviously years old.
Eliot had tears in his eyes again when he looked up, and Alec didn't know what to do with that, so he grinned and leant over to kiss the other man.
"How did you get here?" he asked.
Eliot snorted, scrubbing at his face with a sleeve and stepping away, out of Alec's space.
"He told me I was supposed to call him the Doctor. I figure that's some obscure reference or somethin'. You an' your geek friends are all the same."
"You... He..." Alec debated passing out, lightheaded all of a sudden. "Hang on. He sent you back in your own timeline? What if you meet yourself?" he finally managed to settle on one issue out of the thousands clamouring for attention.
Eliot looked away, expression sad. "I'm not gonna make it home, Sweetheart."