Fic: Handling It
Fic: Handling it
Author: LMX
Fandoms: Leverage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Nate/Eliot/Sophie
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Prescription drug use
AN: Commentfic for sheryden who prompted: Leverage, Eliot/Nate/Sophie, handling Eliot's insomnia
Disclaimer: Dear everyone, following your medical regimen as prescribed is important and if you have issues with your medication you need to talk to your medical/psychiatric practitioner to resolve them. Everyone reacts to medications differently, and all medications are different. This is a work of fiction, please assume that Eliot discussed decisions made in this fic with his shrink off-screen.
THX, LMX
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Sophie glanced up from the kitchen table as Eliot stumbled out of the bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall. She waited a minute more and heard the shower start up. Nate settled next to her, coffee clasped between two hands like he was cold.
"I shouldn't miss breakfast in bed this badly," he mused, eyes on the bathroom door.
"It's been two months, Nate. He doesn't look any better." Sophie tried to meet his eyes, couldn't. "Did we do the right thing?"
"I don't know," he replied honestly, and then the bathroom door opened and they were back to just dealing.
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He had sat them both down at the table like some kind of briefing, stood tensely at the other end behind his chair like he was going to bolt any minute.
It was with a certain amount of finality that he had put the prescription bottle on the table between them.
"Just remember, you started this," he'd said, and just left them there with that.
Sophie had expected something - sedatives, or sleeping aids, it wasn't like Eliot's issues were just going to go away.
She hadn't expected antipsychotics.
But they *had* started this.
They'd been worried when Eliot had gone three weeks with nothing but the joked-about 90 minutes a night. He never slept longer than that, but they could normally coax him back into bed for more than one session. Then he stopped coming to bed with them. Then he was there in the morning with breakfast ready when they got up, already showered and shaved. He'd promised them he was sleeping, but they could see in his face that it wasn't enough. He was tired. Exhausted.
It had taken another week to convince him to go and see someone. That they were worried about him, even if he wouldn't worry about himself.
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They made it another four months. Watching as Eliot slept through the night, waking up groggy and slow, fighting with all the same efficiency and power but none of the enjoyment, his emotions all falling into the bland grey medicated zone.
They made it another four months before Nate and Sophie had to agree they'd made a mistake.
"You've tried this before." Nate's voice was serious, not bothering to ask the question - he already knew the answer, but Eliot was slumped in his chair staring blankly at the pill sat on the table in front of him. Locked in a battle with it, as he waged psychological warfare on his medication, the innocent glass of water cowering off to one side.
"I hate this, Nate," he replied, and his voice was as flat and blank as his stare. "I hated it the first time around. That's why I stopped. Sometimes going crazy's the better option, y'know?"
Calmly, Nate reached out and pushed the pill away. "Tell me what we can do."
Sophie tried to sink back into the doorframe, wishing she had Nate's conviction that they *could* do something.
Eliot straightened, pushing his hair out of his face. "Accept that sometimes I don't sleep," he said blandly, glancing back at the pill still on the table. "We'll be fine."
Author: LMX
Fandoms: Leverage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Nate/Eliot/Sophie
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Prescription drug use
AN: Commentfic for sheryden who prompted: Leverage, Eliot/Nate/Sophie, handling Eliot's insomnia
Disclaimer: Dear everyone, following your medical regimen as prescribed is important and if you have issues with your medication you need to talk to your medical/psychiatric practitioner to resolve them. Everyone reacts to medications differently, and all medications are different. This is a work of fiction, please assume that Eliot discussed decisions made in this fic with his shrink off-screen.
THX, LMX
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Sophie glanced up from the kitchen table as Eliot stumbled out of the bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall. She waited a minute more and heard the shower start up. Nate settled next to her, coffee clasped between two hands like he was cold.
"I shouldn't miss breakfast in bed this badly," he mused, eyes on the bathroom door.
"It's been two months, Nate. He doesn't look any better." Sophie tried to meet his eyes, couldn't. "Did we do the right thing?"
"I don't know," he replied honestly, and then the bathroom door opened and they were back to just dealing.
-
He had sat them both down at the table like some kind of briefing, stood tensely at the other end behind his chair like he was going to bolt any minute.
It was with a certain amount of finality that he had put the prescription bottle on the table between them.
"Just remember, you started this," he'd said, and just left them there with that.
Sophie had expected something - sedatives, or sleeping aids, it wasn't like Eliot's issues were just going to go away.
She hadn't expected antipsychotics.
But they *had* started this.
They'd been worried when Eliot had gone three weeks with nothing but the joked-about 90 minutes a night. He never slept longer than that, but they could normally coax him back into bed for more than one session. Then he stopped coming to bed with them. Then he was there in the morning with breakfast ready when they got up, already showered and shaved. He'd promised them he was sleeping, but they could see in his face that it wasn't enough. He was tired. Exhausted.
It had taken another week to convince him to go and see someone. That they were worried about him, even if he wouldn't worry about himself.
-
They made it another four months. Watching as Eliot slept through the night, waking up groggy and slow, fighting with all the same efficiency and power but none of the enjoyment, his emotions all falling into the bland grey medicated zone.
They made it another four months before Nate and Sophie had to agree they'd made a mistake.
"You've tried this before." Nate's voice was serious, not bothering to ask the question - he already knew the answer, but Eliot was slumped in his chair staring blankly at the pill sat on the table in front of him. Locked in a battle with it, as he waged psychological warfare on his medication, the innocent glass of water cowering off to one side.
"I hate this, Nate," he replied, and his voice was as flat and blank as his stare. "I hated it the first time around. That's why I stopped. Sometimes going crazy's the better option, y'know?"
Calmly, Nate reached out and pushed the pill away. "Tell me what we can do."
Sophie tried to sink back into the doorframe, wishing she had Nate's conviction that they *could* do something.
Eliot straightened, pushing his hair out of his face. "Accept that sometimes I don't sleep," he said blandly, glancing back at the pill still on the table. "We'll be fine."