Fic: The Meeting of Two Personalities (Leverage/Highlander) Teen
Title: The Meeting of Two Personalities
Fandoms: Leverage/Highlander
Pairing: EliotSpencer/Methos
Summary: The beginning of a strange and possibly fairly creepy friendship.
ETA: I should probably add a shout-out to raven_tree who prompted me to finish and post this. Thanks!
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed." - Carl Jung
Eliot dropped into the seat opposite Adam and gave him a tired smile. It had been almost three months since they’d seen each other.
“Long day?” Adam asked. His sharp eyes swept over Eliot, hesitating momentarily over small injuries that he'd managed to accumulate in the interim since they'd seen each other. It was a familiar gesture and Eliot finally allowed himself to relax a little.
“We beat the bad guys… well, the worse guys, I suppose that’s all that matters.”
“Sounds like fun.”
Eliot snagged Adam’s beer and took a long swallow.
“You know,” Adam began softly. “I think this has been the longest we’ve spent apart. Usually, you follow me around a bit.”
“Noticed that, did you?”
“You were a bit obvious.”
“You’re just paranoid.”
“Like you’re one to talk.”
“It helps,” Eliot said softly. Adam raised an eyebrow and took the bottle back from Eliot. “Seeing you’re safe, it helps.”
Adam passed the bottle back after taking a drink and Eliot was grateful when he didn’t say anything, either sarcastic or saccharine. Eliot hated admitting to weaknesses, even if he was only admitting them to Adam, who had likely guessed most of them and had yet to use any against him.
“Hey Eliot,” Parker said as she slid into the seat next to them. Eliot rolled his eyes to the ceiling and bit back a growl. Adam's gaze swept over Parker and Eliot knew he was assessing her for threats.
“What are you going here, Parker?” Eliot snarled as he leaned forward aggressively. She didn’t seem to notice.
“You kept disappearing and I thought maybe you were doing something fun, ‘cause you wouldn’t keep doing it if it wasn’t fun, so I wanted to do it, too.”
Adam raised an eyebrow and glanced from Parker to Eliot. The look Eliot shot back was nothing short of aggrieved.
“Parker, this is Adam. Adam, Parker. She’s crazy.”
“Is he what you’ve been doing?” Parker continued innocently. Adam, who had just swallowed some of his beer, coughed. Eliot couldn’t help but wonder if Adam was faking it to avoid answering.
“No. Yes. No! It’s private, Parker.”
“Are you Eliot’s boyfriend?” Parker asked as she peered at Adam curiously. Adam entwined his fingers with Eliot’s and Eliot reluctantly settled down. Adam was definitely a bad influence on him. He was going to lose his edge at this rate.
“Sure,” Adam said casually. They hadn’t really put any labels to what they were, and neither was inclined to use that term, but they were as invested in the relationship as either was likely to get.
“Yeah Parker, he’s my…” Eliot paused, seeking the right word, and Adam raised a mocking eyebrow. “Partner,” Eliot eventually settled for. Surprise registered in Adam’s expression before it was quickly smoothed away, but something warm and contented lingered in his gaze. Eliot returned the look with the slightest quirk of his lips.
“You guys are so cute,” Parker told them with a delighted smile.
“There’s something wrong with her,” Adam said to Eliot with a sidelong look at Parker. Her smile didn’t waver at all and Eliot was sure that Parker was starting to see that phrase as a sign of affection.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
“I did bury myself once,” Parker said thoughtfully.
“Told you she was crazy,” Eliot murmured. Adam shrugged.
“I’ve been buried a time or two myself,” he said when Eliot shot him an incredulous look.
Eliot’s grip on Adam’s hand tightened instinctively and Adam gave him a wry smile in return. Adam was fine, obviously, and he could look after himself but Eliot still hated the thought of Adam vulnerable and in danger. Although, he looked more beleaguered by the experience than anything else. Eliot couldn't help but wonder what would necessitate being buried, never mind being buried more than once.
“Do you like to jump off buildings, too?” Parker asked excitedly.
“Not by choice, generally, but it’s been known to happen.”
"We should steal something some time," Parker told Adam. That was what she'd suggested doing with that juror she'd tentatively befriended, which worried Eliot a lot more than it probably should. Especially when he wasn't entirely sure which of them he was more worried about.
"No," Eliot said decisively. "You shouldn't."
Parker's expression dimmed immediately and she frowned. He hated when she did that; he hated when any girl was upset, particularly when he'd made her that way.
"Don't worry," Adam said in a stage-whisper as he leaned toward her. "I'll sneak out when he's asleep."
"Won't he be mad?" she asked cautiously, her eyes darting to look at Eliot. He rolled his eyes. They didn’t even seem bothered by the fact that they were talking about him as though he weren’t there.
"Not for long." The look Adam shot him was positively wicked and heavy with suggestion. Eliot was almost tempted to let them wreak havoc together, for the realisation of the promise in Adam’s glance alone, if he wasn’t utterly terrified of the consequences.
“We’re keeping him, right?” Parker asked Eliot. He knew when to call a strategic retreat and this was one encounter he was not going to have any control over.
“Only if you promise to feed him and walk him,” Eliot said, deadpan.
“Can I call him Pooky?”
Fandoms: Leverage/Highlander
Pairing: EliotSpencer/Methos
Summary: The beginning of a strange and possibly fairly creepy friendship.
ETA: I should probably add a shout-out to raven_tree who prompted me to finish and post this. Thanks!
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed." - Carl Jung
Eliot dropped into the seat opposite Adam and gave him a tired smile. It had been almost three months since they’d seen each other.
“Long day?” Adam asked. His sharp eyes swept over Eliot, hesitating momentarily over small injuries that he'd managed to accumulate in the interim since they'd seen each other. It was a familiar gesture and Eliot finally allowed himself to relax a little.
“We beat the bad guys… well, the worse guys, I suppose that’s all that matters.”
“Sounds like fun.”
Eliot snagged Adam’s beer and took a long swallow.
“You know,” Adam began softly. “I think this has been the longest we’ve spent apart. Usually, you follow me around a bit.”
“Noticed that, did you?”
“You were a bit obvious.”
“You’re just paranoid.”
“Like you’re one to talk.”
“It helps,” Eliot said softly. Adam raised an eyebrow and took the bottle back from Eliot. “Seeing you’re safe, it helps.”
Adam passed the bottle back after taking a drink and Eliot was grateful when he didn’t say anything, either sarcastic or saccharine. Eliot hated admitting to weaknesses, even if he was only admitting them to Adam, who had likely guessed most of them and had yet to use any against him.
“Hey Eliot,” Parker said as she slid into the seat next to them. Eliot rolled his eyes to the ceiling and bit back a growl. Adam's gaze swept over Parker and Eliot knew he was assessing her for threats.
“What are you going here, Parker?” Eliot snarled as he leaned forward aggressively. She didn’t seem to notice.
“You kept disappearing and I thought maybe you were doing something fun, ‘cause you wouldn’t keep doing it if it wasn’t fun, so I wanted to do it, too.”
Adam raised an eyebrow and glanced from Parker to Eliot. The look Eliot shot back was nothing short of aggrieved.
“Parker, this is Adam. Adam, Parker. She’s crazy.”
“Is he what you’ve been doing?” Parker continued innocently. Adam, who had just swallowed some of his beer, coughed. Eliot couldn’t help but wonder if Adam was faking it to avoid answering.
“No. Yes. No! It’s private, Parker.”
“Are you Eliot’s boyfriend?” Parker asked as she peered at Adam curiously. Adam entwined his fingers with Eliot’s and Eliot reluctantly settled down. Adam was definitely a bad influence on him. He was going to lose his edge at this rate.
“Sure,” Adam said casually. They hadn’t really put any labels to what they were, and neither was inclined to use that term, but they were as invested in the relationship as either was likely to get.
“Yeah Parker, he’s my…” Eliot paused, seeking the right word, and Adam raised a mocking eyebrow. “Partner,” Eliot eventually settled for. Surprise registered in Adam’s expression before it was quickly smoothed away, but something warm and contented lingered in his gaze. Eliot returned the look with the slightest quirk of his lips.
“You guys are so cute,” Parker told them with a delighted smile.
“There’s something wrong with her,” Adam said to Eliot with a sidelong look at Parker. Her smile didn’t waver at all and Eliot was sure that Parker was starting to see that phrase as a sign of affection.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
“I did bury myself once,” Parker said thoughtfully.
“Told you she was crazy,” Eliot murmured. Adam shrugged.
“I’ve been buried a time or two myself,” he said when Eliot shot him an incredulous look.
Eliot’s grip on Adam’s hand tightened instinctively and Adam gave him a wry smile in return. Adam was fine, obviously, and he could look after himself but Eliot still hated the thought of Adam vulnerable and in danger. Although, he looked more beleaguered by the experience than anything else. Eliot couldn't help but wonder what would necessitate being buried, never mind being buried more than once.
“Do you like to jump off buildings, too?” Parker asked excitedly.
“Not by choice, generally, but it’s been known to happen.”
"We should steal something some time," Parker told Adam. That was what she'd suggested doing with that juror she'd tentatively befriended, which worried Eliot a lot more than it probably should. Especially when he wasn't entirely sure which of them he was more worried about.
"No," Eliot said decisively. "You shouldn't."
Parker's expression dimmed immediately and she frowned. He hated when she did that; he hated when any girl was upset, particularly when he'd made her that way.
"Don't worry," Adam said in a stage-whisper as he leaned toward her. "I'll sneak out when he's asleep."
"Won't he be mad?" she asked cautiously, her eyes darting to look at Eliot. He rolled his eyes. They didn’t even seem bothered by the fact that they were talking about him as though he weren’t there.
"Not for long." The look Adam shot him was positively wicked and heavy with suggestion. Eliot was almost tempted to let them wreak havoc together, for the realisation of the promise in Adam’s glance alone, if he wasn’t utterly terrified of the consequences.
“We’re keeping him, right?” Parker asked Eliot. He knew when to call a strategic retreat and this was one encounter he was not going to have any control over.
“Only if you promise to feed him and walk him,” Eliot said, deadpan.
“Can I call him Pooky?”