Fic: Stow Away (Leverage/Star Trek 2009 fusion)
Title: Stow Away
Author: sheryden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 591
Spoilers: Spoilerish for a scene in Star Trek 2009
Disclaimer: Neither Leverage nor Star Trek belong to me. *pouts*
Summary: This is a fusion of Leverage and Star Trek 2009. It's a retelling of one of the scenes from the film with Eliot and Hardison taking the place of McCoy and Kirk.
Notes: Written for the leverageland One for the Movies challenge, where we were to retell a movie or scene from a movie with Leverage characters. Now that voting is over, I figured I'd post it here. Eliot is grouchy enough to be McCoy. Am I right?
His career was over. Eliot Spencer was certain of that much. He’d worked his tail off at the Starfleet Academy only to throw it all away for a whiz kid who had a problem with authority. What choice had he really had, though? Alec Hardison had been a good friend to him these past three years. If Eliot had left him back on Earth, he’d have never been able to look at himself in the mirror again. Besides, it wasn’t as though he had any great love for Colin “Chaos” Mason or his fancy Kobyashi Maru test. Maybe Hardison shouldn’t have been so reckless as to cheat. But as far as Eliot was concerned, the kid had earned himself a place on The Enterprise just because he’d made Mason go red-faced with rage.
When he saw Hardison start to stir, Eliot walked over to the kid’s bedside and painted a scowl on his face. “I should’ve let you rot on Earth,” he said. “You know that, right?”
Hardison blinked and let out a moan. “I don’t feel so good, Eliot. I feel woozy. Woozy. I think I’m dying.”
Eliot shook his head. “You’re not dying. I gave you a shot to fake a few symptoms. Just enough so I could sneak you on board.”
With clenched teeth, Hardison hoisted himself into a sitting position. “I’m seeing spots, man. It’s bad. You’re gonna have to get in touch with my Nana. Tell her I died in battle, though.”
“Don’t be a child. You’re fine. It’ll wear off in a little-”
“Fine? Do I look fine, Eliot? I’m very delicate,” he sniffed. “I bruise easily.”
“Yeah? Eliot growled. “Well, you’d better lie down, or I’m gonna give you a couple of bruises.” He ignored the shocked gasp Nurse Chapel made as she wandered by the two men. “You know,” Eliot said in a quieter voice. “A thank you wouldn’t hurt. I could’ve left you where you were, but I risked my career to sneak you on board.”
Hardison stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes. “I’ll thank you if I live long enough,” he said dramatically. After a few seconds, his eyes popped open. “What’s going on anyway?”
“You know what I know,” Eliot said. “We’re heading to Vulcan in response to a distress call.”
“How close are we?”
“Dammit, Hardison. I’m a doctor, not a navigator. How should I know? I’m not on the bridge.”
Hardison frowned. “Lot of help you are.”
Eliot watched as Hardison struggled pull himself off the bed. He should have known the kid wouldn’t just sleep through the whole ride to Vulcan. Swearing under his breath, Eliot walked over and put a hand on Hardison’s arm to steady him. “Where you going?”
“I think I’m gonna go check out the bridge. I may need to save the ship or something.”
“Not a chance,” Eliot said with a shake of his head. “You’re not even supposed to be on the ship. I haven’t figured out how to tell Captain Ford yet.”
Hardison flashed a bright grin. “Just tell him I was dying and you fixed me. It’ll be fine.”
“Just lie down,” Eliot said. “The bridge has enough to worry about.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Russian kid said something about lighting storms.”
A look of shock swept over Hardison's face. “Lighting storms? Well, damn.” And with that, he bolted out of sick bay,
Eliot spat a torrent of swear words in Hardison’s general direction and took off after him. His career was definitely over.
Author: sheryden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 591
Spoilers: Spoilerish for a scene in Star Trek 2009
Disclaimer: Neither Leverage nor Star Trek belong to me. *pouts*
Summary: This is a fusion of Leverage and Star Trek 2009. It's a retelling of one of the scenes from the film with Eliot and Hardison taking the place of McCoy and Kirk.
Notes: Written for the leverageland One for the Movies challenge, where we were to retell a movie or scene from a movie with Leverage characters. Now that voting is over, I figured I'd post it here. Eliot is grouchy enough to be McCoy. Am I right?
His career was over. Eliot Spencer was certain of that much. He’d worked his tail off at the Starfleet Academy only to throw it all away for a whiz kid who had a problem with authority. What choice had he really had, though? Alec Hardison had been a good friend to him these past three years. If Eliot had left him back on Earth, he’d have never been able to look at himself in the mirror again. Besides, it wasn’t as though he had any great love for Colin “Chaos” Mason or his fancy Kobyashi Maru test. Maybe Hardison shouldn’t have been so reckless as to cheat. But as far as Eliot was concerned, the kid had earned himself a place on The Enterprise just because he’d made Mason go red-faced with rage.
When he saw Hardison start to stir, Eliot walked over to the kid’s bedside and painted a scowl on his face. “I should’ve let you rot on Earth,” he said. “You know that, right?”
Hardison blinked and let out a moan. “I don’t feel so good, Eliot. I feel woozy. Woozy. I think I’m dying.”
Eliot shook his head. “You’re not dying. I gave you a shot to fake a few symptoms. Just enough so I could sneak you on board.”
With clenched teeth, Hardison hoisted himself into a sitting position. “I’m seeing spots, man. It’s bad. You’re gonna have to get in touch with my Nana. Tell her I died in battle, though.”
“Don’t be a child. You’re fine. It’ll wear off in a little-”
“Fine? Do I look fine, Eliot? I’m very delicate,” he sniffed. “I bruise easily.”
“Yeah? Eliot growled. “Well, you’d better lie down, or I’m gonna give you a couple of bruises.” He ignored the shocked gasp Nurse Chapel made as she wandered by the two men. “You know,” Eliot said in a quieter voice. “A thank you wouldn’t hurt. I could’ve left you where you were, but I risked my career to sneak you on board.”
Hardison stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes. “I’ll thank you if I live long enough,” he said dramatically. After a few seconds, his eyes popped open. “What’s going on anyway?”
“You know what I know,” Eliot said. “We’re heading to Vulcan in response to a distress call.”
“How close are we?”
“Dammit, Hardison. I’m a doctor, not a navigator. How should I know? I’m not on the bridge.”
Hardison frowned. “Lot of help you are.”
Eliot watched as Hardison struggled pull himself off the bed. He should have known the kid wouldn’t just sleep through the whole ride to Vulcan. Swearing under his breath, Eliot walked over and put a hand on Hardison’s arm to steady him. “Where you going?”
“I think I’m gonna go check out the bridge. I may need to save the ship or something.”
“Not a chance,” Eliot said with a shake of his head. “You’re not even supposed to be on the ship. I haven’t figured out how to tell Captain Ford yet.”
Hardison flashed a bright grin. “Just tell him I was dying and you fixed me. It’ll be fine.”
“Just lie down,” Eliot said. “The bridge has enough to worry about.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Russian kid said something about lighting storms.”
A look of shock swept over Hardison's face. “Lighting storms? Well, damn.” And with that, he bolted out of sick bay,
Eliot spat a torrent of swear words in Hardison’s general direction and took off after him. His career was definitely over.