Warm Cookies
Title: Warm Cookies
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: gen team!fic
Verse: none
Summary: In which Eliot can't remember what happened but it doesn't really matter.
Notes: Follows Children's Hour and Bedtime Stories
Post Eliot whump.
I don't think there will be any more follow ups to this but then again I didn't think there would be any at all so stay tuned I guess.
Eliot woke up disoriented. The bed under him wasn’t familiar but was comfortable. He was hurt but it was the dull ache of tended wounds rather than the bright pain of a fresh injury.
He couldn’t remember what had happened.
The fact that should cause him more panic than it did occurred right around the same time his slightly sluggish mind registered the smell of fresh baked cookies.
He opened his eyes, breathing deep, the scent filling his senses even as he saw the ceiling above him and recognized he was safe back at home base.
He couldn’t remember what had happened.
The low pounding in his head, the feeling of fighting through fog to keep his train of thought going, the ache in his body told him he had a concussion. His memory of what had happened was likely always going to be a little fuzzy, that was just the nature of head traumas.
He closed his eyes again, and let the smell of baking cookies wash over him. He could hear voices through the cracked door to the main part of Nate’s condo. Sophie and Nate were bantering quietly, the sound of running water suggesting one of them was washing dishes. They were being quiet but it wasn’t…
He focused, listening for…
And there it was, just barely, he could hear the soft snuffling snore Hardison gave when he finally crashed after too long without sleep.
They were trying to not wake Hardison up.
The light in the darkened room brightened just a little behind his eyelids and Eliot opened them, seeing Parker slink across the room to sit next to him, munching on a cookie. “You’re awake.” She whispered.
He nodded slightly, feeling the slow spread of relief across his mind. The team was safe. Whatever had happened they were all okay.
“Want a cookie?” Parker asked, holding out a second one. “Sophie said I could only have one, so I stole an extra one.”
Their little cookie thief.
“Maybe tomorrow.” He said. He already felt his body pulling him back under. The team was safe and he was safe and he needed more sleep and he should just get that sleep.
He couldn’t remember what had happened, but he was pretty sure it didn’t really matter.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: gen team!fic
Verse: none
Summary: In which Eliot can't remember what happened but it doesn't really matter.
Notes: Follows Children's Hour and Bedtime Stories
Post Eliot whump.
I don't think there will be any more follow ups to this but then again I didn't think there would be any at all so stay tuned I guess.
Eliot woke up disoriented. The bed under him wasn’t familiar but was comfortable. He was hurt but it was the dull ache of tended wounds rather than the bright pain of a fresh injury.
He couldn’t remember what had happened.
The fact that should cause him more panic than it did occurred right around the same time his slightly sluggish mind registered the smell of fresh baked cookies.
He opened his eyes, breathing deep, the scent filling his senses even as he saw the ceiling above him and recognized he was safe back at home base.
He couldn’t remember what had happened.
The low pounding in his head, the feeling of fighting through fog to keep his train of thought going, the ache in his body told him he had a concussion. His memory of what had happened was likely always going to be a little fuzzy, that was just the nature of head traumas.
He closed his eyes again, and let the smell of baking cookies wash over him. He could hear voices through the cracked door to the main part of Nate’s condo. Sophie and Nate were bantering quietly, the sound of running water suggesting one of them was washing dishes. They were being quiet but it wasn’t…
He focused, listening for…
And there it was, just barely, he could hear the soft snuffling snore Hardison gave when he finally crashed after too long without sleep.
They were trying to not wake Hardison up.
The light in the darkened room brightened just a little behind his eyelids and Eliot opened them, seeing Parker slink across the room to sit next to him, munching on a cookie. “You’re awake.” She whispered.
He nodded slightly, feeling the slow spread of relief across his mind. The team was safe. Whatever had happened they were all okay.
“Want a cookie?” Parker asked, holding out a second one. “Sophie said I could only have one, so I stole an extra one.”
Their little cookie thief.
“Maybe tomorrow.” He said. He already felt his body pulling him back under. The team was safe and he was safe and he needed more sleep and he should just get that sleep.
He couldn’t remember what had happened, but he was pretty sure it didn’t really matter.