Fic: Being Cool (Leverage, Gen)
Title: Being Cool
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG
Summary: Written for the Grab Bag challenge at leverageland, my prompts were ‘motorcycle’ and ‘toy’.
Word Count:637
The last time Eliot had brought one of his vehicles on a job he’d almost ended up losing his car to Nate so it was with some trepidation that he arrived outside McRorys on his motorcycle. He’d had it for a couple of months, bought not on a whim but after three weeks of research and viewing various different models to make sure he got the right bike. So, as he pulled up outside of the bar, he briefly wondered whether he would have been better bringing his truck rather than risking potential damage by Hardison or Parker or Hardison and Parker.
It was too late.
“What is that that?” Sophie placed a hand on his shoulder and tilted her head.
“Well, it’s a bike.”
“I know that, Eliot. Why is it here? You didn’t steal it, did you?”
He shrugged. “It’s mine, bought it a while back.”
“Why would you do that? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like living on the edge but a bike? Really? It’s like the most dangerous toy you could ever give someone.”
“It’s not a toy, it’s a machine with a competent driver on top of it. Not dangerous at all.”
“Hmm. Stay here.”
He watched as she vanished back inside of the bar, wondering what she had planned before turning back to his bike. His machine. Most definitely not a toy. He’d thought Sophie would get the appeal but she hadn’t seemed convinced; maybe there was a story there.
Behind him, someone whistled and he turned to see Hardison, with Sophie standing next to him looking exasperated.
“You like?” Eliot smirked as Hardison walked closer.
“It’s pretty cool - kind of small, though, isn’t it?”
“No, it isn’t.” He glared.
“If you say so, man.” Hardison’s grin got wider. “Can I, you know, sit on it?”
“No. Stay where you are. Man, she cost too much to just let anyone touch her.”
“Her? She?” The hacker laughed. “Seriously?”
“Hardison, you gave your van a name.” He nodded when the laughter cut off. Point made.
“All right, but I think you might be a little late with the whole ‘nobody touch it’ thing.”
“What?” He spun around to see Parker sitting on his bike, swaying from side to side with glee. “Get off. Parker, just - off.”
Parker climbed off the bike, managing to make the movement look reluctant, and walked over to stand next to them. “Why did you get it?”
“I like bikes.”
Sophie snorted. “Obviously. Just don’t think about come to us for sympathy when you crash your mid-life crisis toy.” Turning around, she stalked back inside.
“What’s with her?” Hardison raised his eyebrows.
“Who knows?”
Parker frowned. “Maybe she’s missing Nate.”
Hardison shook her head. “He’s inside, Parker - she only saw him a few minutes ago.”
Eliot opened his mouth to point out that her problem was with the bike, not Nate but broke off as there was a loud rumble of an engine. He turned to check his bike, relaxing a little when he saw that it was untouched. Then another bike pulled up next to her; it was slightly bigger but older, clearly still looked after.
The rider began to lift off their helmet and Eliot frowned because the body language, the chin, the nose looked an awful lot like-
“Nate?” Hardison half-choked on the word. “What -why - how did you get here? You were in there.”
Nate shrugged, climbing off the bike. “Went out the back. Thought I’d show you that Eliot isn’t the only one who can be cool.”
“You do realise,” Eliot crossed his arms, “That by calling yourself cool you’ve made yourself not.”
Nate shook his head, walking past him towards the bar before calling back a parting shot. “At least I’ve got the better bike.”
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG
Summary: Written for the Grab Bag challenge at leverageland, my prompts were ‘motorcycle’ and ‘toy’.
Word Count:637
The last time Eliot had brought one of his vehicles on a job he’d almost ended up losing his car to Nate so it was with some trepidation that he arrived outside McRorys on his motorcycle. He’d had it for a couple of months, bought not on a whim but after three weeks of research and viewing various different models to make sure he got the right bike. So, as he pulled up outside of the bar, he briefly wondered whether he would have been better bringing his truck rather than risking potential damage by Hardison or Parker or Hardison and Parker.
It was too late.
“What is that that?” Sophie placed a hand on his shoulder and tilted her head.
“Well, it’s a bike.”
“I know that, Eliot. Why is it here? You didn’t steal it, did you?”
He shrugged. “It’s mine, bought it a while back.”
“Why would you do that? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like living on the edge but a bike? Really? It’s like the most dangerous toy you could ever give someone.”
“It’s not a toy, it’s a machine with a competent driver on top of it. Not dangerous at all.”
“Hmm. Stay here.”
He watched as she vanished back inside of the bar, wondering what she had planned before turning back to his bike. His machine. Most definitely not a toy. He’d thought Sophie would get the appeal but she hadn’t seemed convinced; maybe there was a story there.
Behind him, someone whistled and he turned to see Hardison, with Sophie standing next to him looking exasperated.
“You like?” Eliot smirked as Hardison walked closer.
“It’s pretty cool - kind of small, though, isn’t it?”
“No, it isn’t.” He glared.
“If you say so, man.” Hardison’s grin got wider. “Can I, you know, sit on it?”
“No. Stay where you are. Man, she cost too much to just let anyone touch her.”
“Her? She?” The hacker laughed. “Seriously?”
“Hardison, you gave your van a name.” He nodded when the laughter cut off. Point made.
“All right, but I think you might be a little late with the whole ‘nobody touch it’ thing.”
“What?” He spun around to see Parker sitting on his bike, swaying from side to side with glee. “Get off. Parker, just - off.”
Parker climbed off the bike, managing to make the movement look reluctant, and walked over to stand next to them. “Why did you get it?”
“I like bikes.”
Sophie snorted. “Obviously. Just don’t think about come to us for sympathy when you crash your mid-life crisis toy.” Turning around, she stalked back inside.
“What’s with her?” Hardison raised his eyebrows.
“Who knows?”
Parker frowned. “Maybe she’s missing Nate.”
Hardison shook her head. “He’s inside, Parker - she only saw him a few minutes ago.”
Eliot opened his mouth to point out that her problem was with the bike, not Nate but broke off as there was a loud rumble of an engine. He turned to check his bike, relaxing a little when he saw that it was untouched. Then another bike pulled up next to her; it was slightly bigger but older, clearly still looked after.
The rider began to lift off their helmet and Eliot frowned because the body language, the chin, the nose looked an awful lot like-
“Nate?” Hardison half-choked on the word. “What -why - how did you get here? You were in there.”
Nate shrugged, climbing off the bike. “Went out the back. Thought I’d show you that Eliot isn’t the only one who can be cool.”
“You do realise,” Eliot crossed his arms, “That by calling yourself cool you’ve made yourself not.”
Nate shook his head, walking past him towards the bar before calling back a parting shot. “At least I’ve got the better bike.”