My Beloved Monster and Me
Title: My Beloved Monster and Me
Author: Magpie
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Somewhat implied Nate/Eliot
Verse: no verse
Summary:My beloved monster and me. We go everywhere together.
Notes: So in the past couple of weeks there has been a lot of friending going on, boosting the number of people who've friended me up to 16. I think thats pretty awsome since when I started this shindig I don't think 16 people were even reading my stuff. In honor of this I am posting this little weirdass story I wrote here and nowhere else. It's my attempt at a bit of a thank you present from me to the flist.
Okay, now that I'm done trying to not sound like a dork over how happy my fandom makes me, on with the normal notes.
This fic was inspired by me listening to the Shrek soundtrack, specifically "My Beloved Monster and Me"
(Note, I didn't make this vid and in no way own it other than it was the best of the first five youtube vids with this song that I glanced at)
I highly suggest playing it in the backround while you read this fic.
They were together. Just him and Eliot. Just the two of them. They traveled together. The world burned.
It was pretty. He knew Parker would appreciate the pretty when they saw her again.
They never needed anything. Between the two of them they could get whatever material thing they wanted. They ate and drank and traveled and watched. They were wanted by now but no one could touch them. Between him and Eliot no one could even get close.
Just him and Eliot under a little protected umbrella. They’d promised when this started that it would be just this. They’d burn the whole world down together if they needed to but nothing would ever hide them from each other.
And at the end of the day they’d lay down side by side and with one another and Eliot would whisper promises and plans in his ear. Offering him the world. Offering to make the world burn for him. They could make the world burn together.
And he’d fall asleep and dream of the world going up in flames, the dieing screams of thousands in chorus almost overpowering the silence left when three coms went dead.
In the morning they’d get up and get dressed and smile and laugh because they knew that’s what they were supposed to do. They’d joke, they’d banter, even if it was hard with just the two quiet ones left but they gave it a good attempt. Besides, they had to stay in practice for when they found the others.
They would go out into the world, walk down the street toward wherever they wanted to go look next. Soon someone would bump Eliot and the side walk would turn red with splatters like the paintings Hardison did in his paint splatter stage.
They would laugh, and poke fun at Hardison, and walk through the red paint, and go on their way.
He always decided when the world would burn, but it was because of Eliot he ordered the world to burn. He knew distantly he’d gotten lost somewhere and it didn’t hurt anymore that they couldn‘t seem to find the others. Eliot was with him out lost there most of the time but sometimes… sometimes Eliot would see something, or someone, or get a phone call on his cell phone (the one Hardison gave them before the job as a backup. He promised to call with coordinates for a meet up if the machinery they were working with cause his, Parker’s, and Sophie’s coms to fry out. One of these days Hardison was going to finally call them to let them know what happened).
Sometimes something would happen and Eliot would stop and get this sort of lost, hurting, look on his face and He ordered Eliot to burn the world for him again.
Eliot always did as told. The world would go up in bright colors.
They’d kept trying to get the message across. Kept working to burn the world down until it told them where the others had gone.
Days passed into weeks and lost all meaning. They kept walking, the world kept burning, and they’d keep laughing and bantering. They wouldn’t give up. They were both patient people. They could burn the whole world down if they needed.
Someday they’d find the others.
Until then they had each other.
Author: Magpie
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Somewhat implied Nate/Eliot
Verse: no verse
Summary:My beloved monster and me. We go everywhere together.
Notes: So in the past couple of weeks there has been a lot of friending going on, boosting the number of people who've friended me up to 16. I think thats pretty awsome since when I started this shindig I don't think 16 people were even reading my stuff. In honor of this I am posting this little weirdass story I wrote here and nowhere else. It's my attempt at a bit of a thank you present from me to the flist.
Okay, now that I'm done trying to not sound like a dork over how happy my fandom makes me, on with the normal notes.
This fic was inspired by me listening to the Shrek soundtrack, specifically "My Beloved Monster and Me"
Click to view(Note, I didn't make this vid and in no way own it other than it was the best of the first five youtube vids with this song that I glanced at)
I highly suggest playing it in the backround while you read this fic.
They were together. Just him and Eliot. Just the two of them. They traveled together. The world burned.
It was pretty. He knew Parker would appreciate the pretty when they saw her again.
They never needed anything. Between the two of them they could get whatever material thing they wanted. They ate and drank and traveled and watched. They were wanted by now but no one could touch them. Between him and Eliot no one could even get close.
Just him and Eliot under a little protected umbrella. They’d promised when this started that it would be just this. They’d burn the whole world down together if they needed to but nothing would ever hide them from each other.
And at the end of the day they’d lay down side by side and with one another and Eliot would whisper promises and plans in his ear. Offering him the world. Offering to make the world burn for him. They could make the world burn together.
And he’d fall asleep and dream of the world going up in flames, the dieing screams of thousands in chorus almost overpowering the silence left when three coms went dead.
In the morning they’d get up and get dressed and smile and laugh because they knew that’s what they were supposed to do. They’d joke, they’d banter, even if it was hard with just the two quiet ones left but they gave it a good attempt. Besides, they had to stay in practice for when they found the others.
They would go out into the world, walk down the street toward wherever they wanted to go look next. Soon someone would bump Eliot and the side walk would turn red with splatters like the paintings Hardison did in his paint splatter stage.
They would laugh, and poke fun at Hardison, and walk through the red paint, and go on their way.
He always decided when the world would burn, but it was because of Eliot he ordered the world to burn. He knew distantly he’d gotten lost somewhere and it didn’t hurt anymore that they couldn‘t seem to find the others. Eliot was with him out lost there most of the time but sometimes… sometimes Eliot would see something, or someone, or get a phone call on his cell phone (the one Hardison gave them before the job as a backup. He promised to call with coordinates for a meet up if the machinery they were working with cause his, Parker’s, and Sophie’s coms to fry out. One of these days Hardison was going to finally call them to let them know what happened).
Sometimes something would happen and Eliot would stop and get this sort of lost, hurting, look on his face and He ordered Eliot to burn the world for him again.
Eliot always did as told. The world would go up in bright colors.
They’d kept trying to get the message across. Kept working to burn the world down until it told them where the others had gone.
Days passed into weeks and lost all meaning. They kept walking, the world kept burning, and they’d keep laughing and bantering. They wouldn’t give up. They were both patient people. They could burn the whole world down if they needed.
Someday they’d find the others.
Until then they had each other.