[Fic] The Kittens - Chapter Two (thebigbangjob, Leverage/Fringe)
Title: The Kittens
Fandoms: Leverage and Fringe
Rating: PG-13
Overall Word Count: 10,036
Chapter Word Count: 1,068
Summary: The kids get turned into kittens when they're stealing something from Walter's lab.
Author's Note: I do not own Leverage or Fringe or any of the characters.
Thank Yous: A big big one for the art that chibifukurou did as I would not have written this otherwise.
It was after the Peapod order was delivered that the team piled into the van for their trip up to Harvard. It didn't take long for Hardison to get the keys from Parker in order to drive, considering that they all wanted to be alive at the end of the trip. It didn't take long for the group to get to the university and look around for the general area where the lab would be. Then the rest spread out with Hardison going towards a hot spot with Parker going with him, Sophie towards the administration building, and Nate and Eliot finding a bench to watch where the lab is. "You never said who the mad scientist is," Eliot said.
"His name is Walter Bishop," Nate said. He played with the pen for a moment before writing something down in the crossword.
"Huh. It seems that I know someone by that name," Eliot said.
"Possibly," Nate said. "What does it matter if you do?"
"Because he's one of the few people who can leave me flat on my back," Eliot said as he looked up. "And he's with an FBI agent."
"That was another possibility," Nate said.
"Nate - what are we really doing?" Eliot asked as he turned his head not to be seen by Peter Bishop.
"We're helping a kid," Nate said. "I thought that you would be on board with that sort of thing."
"Kids are Parker's department, not mine," Eliot said before turning back to look at Nate.
"Why are you so worried about this?" Nate asked.
"He's worried because you haven't told them everything and just expect them to do a job," Sophie's said over the comms. "It brings up the memories of when you drank to be drunk and expected us to come along. Those jobs were not the best of times, Nate, no matter how much we came out smelling like roses."
"I do actually know what I'm doing this time," Nate said. "And Eliot knowing a part of the family helps in a way."
"Only if we get caught," Eliot said in a soft growl.
"Guys, you know that we're breaking into a FBI lab?" Hardison asked.
"He's a bit late to the party," Nate said.
"Parker nearly spilled something sugary and coffee like on the laptop," Hardison said.
"I did not!" Parker said. "It is not my fault."
"Children," Nate and Sophie said at the same time.
Eliot raised an eyebrow at that. "You have got to be kidding me."
"Hardison, do they have any active cases at the moment?" Nate asked.
"Don't think so," Hardison said as he started to type. They all waited for a few moments before he came back into reality to talk to them. "No active cases."
"Can we go in tonight?" Parker asked.
"Yes," Nate said. "Why do you think that we're down here?"
"Nate, what am I doing here if you are just going in and out?" Sophie asked.
"Keeping me out of trouble," Nate said. "We're also plan B if anything goes wrong."
"Good to know," Sophie said. "Do you want your usual coffee?"
"Yes," Nate said and raised an eyebrow as Eliot gave him a look. "What?"
"You two are being odd and couple-y," Parker said. "I like it."
"Let's meet up by the van in a half hour," Nate said as he got up. "See you there?"
"Yes," Eliot said and watched Nate walk off. He was about to get up and follow when Peter Bishop sat down where Nate had been. "Hello Peter."
"Now you're someone who I didn't expect to see here," Peter said. "Who sent you?"
"Nobody that has a price on your head," Eliot said. "I heard that you were alive and came to see if the rumors were true."
"Well, considering us, it's not surprising that we are alive," Peter said. "So, an insurance agent?"
"It's better than working with the Feds," Eliot countered. "Why are you here anyways?"
"FBI needed my father and then they needed a handler for him," Peter said. "So far, no problems. You, on the other hand..."
"Am not a problem," Eliot said. "We're closing in on someone who has a missing - I don't even know what the heck it is. Nor do I care. I'm just the hired muscle. It's nice having a real job."
"If you want to call it that," Peter said. He looked over to where Olivia was waiting for him. "I do need to go - keep out of trouble."
"You know I do," Eliot said with a smile and waited for Peter to get up. He watched him walk over to Olivia before getting up himself and going over to the van. He wasn't surprised to see Parker and Hardison already there. He just moved and leaned against the van.
"So, where did you meet him?" Parker asked.
"On a job," Eliot said. "Before meeting any of you. He's good though."
"He won't give us any problems though," Nate said as he came over with Sophie. "We'll come back tonight."
"This is very strange," Parker said. "There's no complex plan here. It's so...well, so straight and narrow."
"There's not going to be another bomb," Nate said.
"I don't mind the bombs," Parker said. "We can always outrun them."
"Or make sure they don't blow up in the first place if we know where they are," Hardison said. "If we don't have anything else to do, does anybody mind if Parker and I go back to our marathon of Who?"
"Which Doctor?" Eliot asked.
"Fourth," Hardison answered.
"Long scarf," Parker said. "I like him."
"There's more than a scarf," Nate said. "Tom Baker is one of the better actors to fill the shoes of that character."
"Of all of you, I never suspected Nate to be a closet Whovian," Hardison said. "Or did you just watch because of the actor?"
"Just be back by ten," Nate said as he offered Sophie an arm before walking off with her. He wasn't about to ask Hardison's question - not because he didn't want to, but because he wanted to have as much time with Sophie as he could.
"We're not going anywhere," Hardison said as the three headed into the van. They made sure the snacks were nearby as they started their marathon until the time that the plan was supposed to go into action.
Fandoms: Leverage and Fringe
Rating: PG-13
Overall Word Count: 10,036
Chapter Word Count: 1,068
Summary: The kids get turned into kittens when they're stealing something from Walter's lab.
Author's Note: I do not own Leverage or Fringe or any of the characters.
Thank Yous: A big big one for the art that chibifukurou did as I would not have written this otherwise.
It was after the Peapod order was delivered that the team piled into the van for their trip up to Harvard. It didn't take long for Hardison to get the keys from Parker in order to drive, considering that they all wanted to be alive at the end of the trip. It didn't take long for the group to get to the university and look around for the general area where the lab would be. Then the rest spread out with Hardison going towards a hot spot with Parker going with him, Sophie towards the administration building, and Nate and Eliot finding a bench to watch where the lab is. "You never said who the mad scientist is," Eliot said.
"His name is Walter Bishop," Nate said. He played with the pen for a moment before writing something down in the crossword.
"Huh. It seems that I know someone by that name," Eliot said.
"Possibly," Nate said. "What does it matter if you do?"
"Because he's one of the few people who can leave me flat on my back," Eliot said as he looked up. "And he's with an FBI agent."
"That was another possibility," Nate said.
"Nate - what are we really doing?" Eliot asked as he turned his head not to be seen by Peter Bishop.
"We're helping a kid," Nate said. "I thought that you would be on board with that sort of thing."
"Kids are Parker's department, not mine," Eliot said before turning back to look at Nate.
"Why are you so worried about this?" Nate asked.
"He's worried because you haven't told them everything and just expect them to do a job," Sophie's said over the comms. "It brings up the memories of when you drank to be drunk and expected us to come along. Those jobs were not the best of times, Nate, no matter how much we came out smelling like roses."
"I do actually know what I'm doing this time," Nate said. "And Eliot knowing a part of the family helps in a way."
"Only if we get caught," Eliot said in a soft growl.
"Guys, you know that we're breaking into a FBI lab?" Hardison asked.
"He's a bit late to the party," Nate said.
"Parker nearly spilled something sugary and coffee like on the laptop," Hardison said.
"I did not!" Parker said. "It is not my fault."
"Children," Nate and Sophie said at the same time.
Eliot raised an eyebrow at that. "You have got to be kidding me."
"Hardison, do they have any active cases at the moment?" Nate asked.
"Don't think so," Hardison said as he started to type. They all waited for a few moments before he came back into reality to talk to them. "No active cases."
"Can we go in tonight?" Parker asked.
"Yes," Nate said. "Why do you think that we're down here?"
"Nate, what am I doing here if you are just going in and out?" Sophie asked.
"Keeping me out of trouble," Nate said. "We're also plan B if anything goes wrong."
"Good to know," Sophie said. "Do you want your usual coffee?"
"Yes," Nate said and raised an eyebrow as Eliot gave him a look. "What?"
"You two are being odd and couple-y," Parker said. "I like it."
"Let's meet up by the van in a half hour," Nate said as he got up. "See you there?"
"Yes," Eliot said and watched Nate walk off. He was about to get up and follow when Peter Bishop sat down where Nate had been. "Hello Peter."
"Now you're someone who I didn't expect to see here," Peter said. "Who sent you?"
"Nobody that has a price on your head," Eliot said. "I heard that you were alive and came to see if the rumors were true."
"Well, considering us, it's not surprising that we are alive," Peter said. "So, an insurance agent?"
"It's better than working with the Feds," Eliot countered. "Why are you here anyways?"
"FBI needed my father and then they needed a handler for him," Peter said. "So far, no problems. You, on the other hand..."
"Am not a problem," Eliot said. "We're closing in on someone who has a missing - I don't even know what the heck it is. Nor do I care. I'm just the hired muscle. It's nice having a real job."
"If you want to call it that," Peter said. He looked over to where Olivia was waiting for him. "I do need to go - keep out of trouble."
"You know I do," Eliot said with a smile and waited for Peter to get up. He watched him walk over to Olivia before getting up himself and going over to the van. He wasn't surprised to see Parker and Hardison already there. He just moved and leaned against the van.
"So, where did you meet him?" Parker asked.
"On a job," Eliot said. "Before meeting any of you. He's good though."
"He won't give us any problems though," Nate said as he came over with Sophie. "We'll come back tonight."
"This is very strange," Parker said. "There's no complex plan here. It's so...well, so straight and narrow."
"There's not going to be another bomb," Nate said.
"I don't mind the bombs," Parker said. "We can always outrun them."
"Or make sure they don't blow up in the first place if we know where they are," Hardison said. "If we don't have anything else to do, does anybody mind if Parker and I go back to our marathon of Who?"
"Which Doctor?" Eliot asked.
"Fourth," Hardison answered.
"Long scarf," Parker said. "I like him."
"There's more than a scarf," Nate said. "Tom Baker is one of the better actors to fill the shoes of that character."
"Of all of you, I never suspected Nate to be a closet Whovian," Hardison said. "Or did you just watch because of the actor?"
"Just be back by ten," Nate said as he offered Sophie an arm before walking off with her. He wasn't about to ask Hardison's question - not because he didn't want to, but because he wanted to have as much time with Sophie as he could.
"We're not going anywhere," Hardison said as the three headed into the van. They made sure the snacks were nearby as they started their marathon until the time that the plan was supposed to go into action.