Fic: My Hero
Fic: My Hero
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: GEN Eliot and Hardison.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None?
Notes: jendavis prompted this one (more or less). Written for the leverageland minibang.
AN: Dear Brain... I asked you for fics under 500 words. How come you can't bring yourself to write anything under 700? Huh? I hate you.
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Eliot woke to the sound of Hardison spiralling out on some... he listened for a minute before deciding the topic was some film that hadn't lived up to the scientific (or science fiction) accuracy of the book. Maybe comic. He wasn't sure.
His head didn't begin to throb until the moment he realised he was lying face-down on the asphalt (again). Which was about the time he realised that the rest of him hurt too, and if he wasn't at home then Alec was RIGHT THERE talking to the reinforcements for the Ukrainian mobsters who had been trying to kill Eliot not so long ago.
It was also about that time he realised that he couldn't have been seen by the second batch of mobsters - on the basis that he wasn't dead.
The first batch of mobsters had blown his part of the con when they'd spotted him and identified him. It was some old misunderstanding with a girlfriend of the head of this particular group (who really wouldn't have slept with him if she was being satisfied by her boyfriend) and a French-based contract on an antique piece of jewellery.
Eliot had been sure that the whole thing would have blown over by now. Or at least that his face wouldn't be plastered all over their intel. At least they hadn't shot him on sight - that was what the contract on his head had said last time he'd seen it.
And Alec was still here and still talking and so they hadn't realised he was with Eliot, and they hadn't seen Eliot either. He was definitely talking about some comic book remade movie, he mentioned the art back there, and his enthusiasm was ramping the more they let him ramble. Eliot tried not to grin, realising that they'd never had the opportunity to learn that they only way to stop a geek before he hit the top of a spiral and just never stopped was to stop him early. He was filled with a warm kind of affection; that was his geek out there, saving his ass with pure geek-smarts.
Slowly, it occurred to Eliot that Hardison might be saving his ass with his geek spiralling, but eventually the Ukrainians were going to get bored of listening to him blather about... God knows, energy sources or something, and start shooting. Finally mustering enough energy to peel his face off the road, Eliot forced his way up onto his feet and glanced around the corner of the alleyway he vaguely remembered stumbling into. He'd only just made it through the first fight, and had decided hiding was the only way to survive the reinforcements who were coming to check out who was beating up their collegues.
Alec actually had a comic book in his hands, and was preaching to a vaguely enraptured audience, which included a handful of bystanders and two kids. His volume was starting to draw the attention of a couple of police at the end of the street who had been busy arresting the cluster of mobsters who Eliot had put on the ground during the first round, and the rest of them - the reinforcements - were pretending to look interested in Alec to avoid drawing attention to themselves.
Eliot was never going to tell Alec, but the man was a legend. The reinforcements had put away their guns as the first sight of the cops and witnesses, and they couldn't even look for him without drawing the wrong kinds of attention to themselves. With the cops moving in their direction, they huddled together and started to walk away.
Perhaps seeing Eliot moving, or seeing the mobsters leaving, Hardison crescendoed into some kind of conclusion, and gave a sweeping gesture and a bow that had the kids laughing and applauding. Eliot tried his hardest to get the grin off his face as he limped back towards the van the long way - keeping out of sight of the Ukrainians.
Alec threw himself into the driver's seat even as Eliot shut the passenger side door, sporting his own shit-eating grin as he threw her into drive and they hurtled out of there.
Eliot rested his aching face against the cold glass. "Man, did you just save my ass with a comic book?"
Alec shot him a glance, no sign of the grin fading. "Hey, the Green Lantern is a high end piece of literature, don't you dare diss it," he chided as they drove away.
"You're such a freaking geek."
"You're welcome."
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: GEN Eliot and Hardison.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None?
Notes: jendavis prompted this one (more or less). Written for the leverageland minibang.
AN: Dear Brain... I asked you for fics under 500 words. How come you can't bring yourself to write anything under 700? Huh? I hate you.
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Eliot woke to the sound of Hardison spiralling out on some... he listened for a minute before deciding the topic was some film that hadn't lived up to the scientific (or science fiction) accuracy of the book. Maybe comic. He wasn't sure.
His head didn't begin to throb until the moment he realised he was lying face-down on the asphalt (again). Which was about the time he realised that the rest of him hurt too, and if he wasn't at home then Alec was RIGHT THERE talking to the reinforcements for the Ukrainian mobsters who had been trying to kill Eliot not so long ago.
It was also about that time he realised that he couldn't have been seen by the second batch of mobsters - on the basis that he wasn't dead.
The first batch of mobsters had blown his part of the con when they'd spotted him and identified him. It was some old misunderstanding with a girlfriend of the head of this particular group (who really wouldn't have slept with him if she was being satisfied by her boyfriend) and a French-based contract on an antique piece of jewellery.
Eliot had been sure that the whole thing would have blown over by now. Or at least that his face wouldn't be plastered all over their intel. At least they hadn't shot him on sight - that was what the contract on his head had said last time he'd seen it.
And Alec was still here and still talking and so they hadn't realised he was with Eliot, and they hadn't seen Eliot either. He was definitely talking about some comic book remade movie, he mentioned the art back there, and his enthusiasm was ramping the more they let him ramble. Eliot tried not to grin, realising that they'd never had the opportunity to learn that they only way to stop a geek before he hit the top of a spiral and just never stopped was to stop him early. He was filled with a warm kind of affection; that was his geek out there, saving his ass with pure geek-smarts.
Slowly, it occurred to Eliot that Hardison might be saving his ass with his geek spiralling, but eventually the Ukrainians were going to get bored of listening to him blather about... God knows, energy sources or something, and start shooting. Finally mustering enough energy to peel his face off the road, Eliot forced his way up onto his feet and glanced around the corner of the alleyway he vaguely remembered stumbling into. He'd only just made it through the first fight, and had decided hiding was the only way to survive the reinforcements who were coming to check out who was beating up their collegues.
Alec actually had a comic book in his hands, and was preaching to a vaguely enraptured audience, which included a handful of bystanders and two kids. His volume was starting to draw the attention of a couple of police at the end of the street who had been busy arresting the cluster of mobsters who Eliot had put on the ground during the first round, and the rest of them - the reinforcements - were pretending to look interested in Alec to avoid drawing attention to themselves.
Eliot was never going to tell Alec, but the man was a legend. The reinforcements had put away their guns as the first sight of the cops and witnesses, and they couldn't even look for him without drawing the wrong kinds of attention to themselves. With the cops moving in their direction, they huddled together and started to walk away.
Perhaps seeing Eliot moving, or seeing the mobsters leaving, Hardison crescendoed into some kind of conclusion, and gave a sweeping gesture and a bow that had the kids laughing and applauding. Eliot tried his hardest to get the grin off his face as he limped back towards the van the long way - keeping out of sight of the Ukrainians.
Alec threw himself into the driver's seat even as Eliot shut the passenger side door, sporting his own shit-eating grin as he threw her into drive and they hurtled out of there.
Eliot rested his aching face against the cold glass. "Man, did you just save my ass with a comic book?"
Alec shot him a glance, no sign of the grin fading. "Hey, the Green Lantern is a high end piece of literature, don't you dare diss it," he chided as they drove away.
"You're such a freaking geek."
"You're welcome."