FIC: Leverage drabble, no spoilers
The Lesser of Two Evils
Set anytime, seasons 1-3. Inspired by renisanz.
As usual, the team tried to ignore the sounds of fighting over the comms.
"Dammit!" Eliot snarled, followed by someone else's cut-off scream.
"Eliot?" Nate asked.
"Sonofabitch broke my glasses. Damn things were brand new!"
"Isn't that the third pair this month?" Sophie wondered.
"You have awesome insurance," Hardison reasoned. "LASIK, bro. Wave of... now."
Parker laughed. "You want Eliot to voluntarily go under anesthesia so some guy can aim a laser at his eyes."
"Have you met?" Nate asked, amused.
"Not. Happening," Eliot growled.
Hardison sighed. "Point. Fine, then, Four Eyes. Get back to work."
"You're dead, Hardison. Dead."
Set anytime, seasons 1-3. Inspired by renisanz.
As usual, the team tried to ignore the sounds of fighting over the comms.
"Dammit!" Eliot snarled, followed by someone else's cut-off scream.
"Eliot?" Nate asked.
"Sonofabitch broke my glasses. Damn things were brand new!"
"Isn't that the third pair this month?" Sophie wondered.
"You have awesome insurance," Hardison reasoned. "LASIK, bro. Wave of... now."
Parker laughed. "You want Eliot to voluntarily go under anesthesia so some guy can aim a laser at his eyes."
"Have you met?" Nate asked, amused.
"Not. Happening," Eliot growled.
Hardison sighed. "Point. Fine, then, Four Eyes. Get back to work."
"You're dead, Hardison. Dead."