Fic: Losing Ground [10]
Fic: Losing Ground [10]
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG
Pairings: Parker/Hardison
AN: If this works, this might have been the shortest writer's block I have ever experienced. Alternatively this will be dreadful writing.
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For 'verse AN: See parts [2] and [3]. This is the first piece of the 'verse.
[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19]
[10]
Yesterday, Alec Hardison had saved Parker's life. Properly, this time - not on a computer a couple of hundred miles away, but RIGHT THERE, pushing her out of the way, covering her body with his, we-go-down-together look in his eyes. She'd thought about kissing him, in that moment (and it had only been a moment) and then...
The world exploding.
Alec jerking hard into her body.
The building falling down around them.
Sophie and Nate screaming in their ears.
Eliot shouting commands and grunting as he dug at the rubble with his bare hands. Telling them to hold on.
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The day after that, should look like this:
Eliot grinning and hitting Alec's shoulder. Telling him he's a hero in a way that doesn't sound like he means it, even if he does. Cooking their favourite foods in his colourful bandana that always made Parker smile.
Nate keeping wary eyes on all of them, like he's the mummy tiger watching his cubs. Wrapping up the con behind the scenes, looking after the world's lost sheep in his spare time.
Sophie asking them to tell the story over and over and laughing as Alec turned it into something fantastical, getting more elaborate with every telling.
Alec leaning over and kissing her, even though he wasn't sure whether or not she wanted it. Taking the initiative. Finding out that she does want that. Wants all of that, even if she doesn't know how to say any of it.
The day after all that shouldn't look like it does right now.
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Nate was missing, and Sophie was pacing back and forth, fretting. Eliot was stood in the corner, hands bandaged and still fisting compulsively with whatever was in his eyes. And her aching like the building was still falling, again and again. Pushing Hardison tighter against her. His silence resounding.
Hardison was still in surgery.
He'd saved her life. He deserved the right to gloat, to celebrate, to dance around the room with her and say all the strange things he said when he was excited or happy.
"Eliot," she said absently. "How long does it take to kiss somebody?"
Eliot stared for a moment. "Depends on the girl," he answered eventually. "And the situation. For a real kiss, doing it properly... Ten seconds at least. It can last for minutes if it's good."
Used to be, he would have told her she was strange. Or ignored her. She's got him well trained enough, now, that he'll answer properly and use accurate numbers. Or perhaps he's just indulging her. She didn't care. She wouldn't have had enough time anyway, even if she hadn't have hesitated.
Eliot moved closer, like he was thinking of putting his arms around her, but didn't. Just stood there, too close. She wondered if he wanted a kiss. She didn't like him stood so close, but it was good because it distracted her from surgery and things falling (things falling, not people, because jumping and falling was nothing like the world collapsing around her). Eliot was solid and still and too close, but that was fine. She pressed her shoulder against his and tried to fall into his stillness.
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Hardison was in a coma. This had made Eliot leave - white-pale and shaking, head bowed and hands still wrapped up like someone had started to make a mummy out of him. Parker had just crept past the doctor and found Alec's room and settled above him in the roof. She lay there looking upwards, not wanting to look at him.
Right now his head was bandaged, and so was his arm, and she knew both feet were too, under the blankets. He had ribs that were broken, and they were bandaged too, but she wouldn't have been able to see those even if they hadn't been wrapped up like they were.
But he was still, and Alec was never still. Never ever. Eliot was still some of them time, and even with Eliot he was still and then fast-fast-fast. Alec wasn't here right now, but she could wait.
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Masterpost
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG
Pairings: Parker/Hardison
AN: If this works, this might have been the shortest writer's block I have ever experienced. Alternatively this will be dreadful writing.
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For 'verse AN: See parts [2] and [3]. This is the first piece of the 'verse.
[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19]
[10]
Yesterday, Alec Hardison had saved Parker's life. Properly, this time - not on a computer a couple of hundred miles away, but RIGHT THERE, pushing her out of the way, covering her body with his, we-go-down-together look in his eyes. She'd thought about kissing him, in that moment (and it had only been a moment) and then...
The world exploding.
Alec jerking hard into her body.
The building falling down around them.
Sophie and Nate screaming in their ears.
Eliot shouting commands and grunting as he dug at the rubble with his bare hands. Telling them to hold on.
-
The day after that, should look like this:
Eliot grinning and hitting Alec's shoulder. Telling him he's a hero in a way that doesn't sound like he means it, even if he does. Cooking their favourite foods in his colourful bandana that always made Parker smile.
Nate keeping wary eyes on all of them, like he's the mummy tiger watching his cubs. Wrapping up the con behind the scenes, looking after the world's lost sheep in his spare time.
Sophie asking them to tell the story over and over and laughing as Alec turned it into something fantastical, getting more elaborate with every telling.
Alec leaning over and kissing her, even though he wasn't sure whether or not she wanted it. Taking the initiative. Finding out that she does want that. Wants all of that, even if she doesn't know how to say any of it.
The day after all that shouldn't look like it does right now.
-
Nate was missing, and Sophie was pacing back and forth, fretting. Eliot was stood in the corner, hands bandaged and still fisting compulsively with whatever was in his eyes. And her aching like the building was still falling, again and again. Pushing Hardison tighter against her. His silence resounding.
Hardison was still in surgery.
He'd saved her life. He deserved the right to gloat, to celebrate, to dance around the room with her and say all the strange things he said when he was excited or happy.
"Eliot," she said absently. "How long does it take to kiss somebody?"
Eliot stared for a moment. "Depends on the girl," he answered eventually. "And the situation. For a real kiss, doing it properly... Ten seconds at least. It can last for minutes if it's good."
Used to be, he would have told her she was strange. Or ignored her. She's got him well trained enough, now, that he'll answer properly and use accurate numbers. Or perhaps he's just indulging her. She didn't care. She wouldn't have had enough time anyway, even if she hadn't have hesitated.
Eliot moved closer, like he was thinking of putting his arms around her, but didn't. Just stood there, too close. She wondered if he wanted a kiss. She didn't like him stood so close, but it was good because it distracted her from surgery and things falling (things falling, not people, because jumping and falling was nothing like the world collapsing around her). Eliot was solid and still and too close, but that was fine. She pressed her shoulder against his and tried to fall into his stillness.
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Hardison was in a coma. This had made Eliot leave - white-pale and shaking, head bowed and hands still wrapped up like someone had started to make a mummy out of him. Parker had just crept past the doctor and found Alec's room and settled above him in the roof. She lay there looking upwards, not wanting to look at him.
Right now his head was bandaged, and so was his arm, and she knew both feet were too, under the blankets. He had ribs that were broken, and they were bandaged too, but she wouldn't have been able to see those even if they hadn't been wrapped up like they were.
But he was still, and Alec was never still. Never ever. Eliot was still some of them time, and even with Eliot he was still and then fast-fast-fast. Alec wasn't here right now, but she could wait.
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Masterpost