Fanfiction || City of Thieves || Leverage/Angel Crossover Fic || Part Three

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Title: City of Thieves
Author: Sapphire Smoke [cuzimastripper]
Fandom: Leverage/Angel
Setting: Post "The Second David Job" in Leverage, Beginning of "Five By Five" in Angel
Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): Crossover/Team!Fic/Het/Femslash (will include slash in later chapters)
Word Count Thus Far: 29,732 words
Summary: A prophecy of the splitting of darkness and light, of strength and intelligence. The Leverage team finds themselves mixed up in a destiny and in a world they never knew existed.
Feedback: Give it to me, baby ;]
Chapter Titles Notes: At first I just had the chapter titles be the character's names who's POV it was in, but because FanFiction.Net apparently won't let you have the same title name twice, I decided to actually name all of them. So it will tell you the characters name, but also have the chapter title.
Story Notes: So this is going to be my 'epic fanfic' for the downtime between seasons. I've decided not to tell you guys the pairings... ever. This is mostly a Team!Fic, and any sex and/or relationships are minor plot points and plus I don't like to spoil anything. Making you go 'OMG' makes me happy lol. Hope you guys enjoy! Suggestions and feedback is always appreciated!
Part One: Can be found HERE.
Part Two: Can be found HERE.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN NOTES: I know you're all revved up and ready for action, but I gotta start to establish some minor plot points with a couple characters so it's still gonna be a bit. Sorry xD

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
[ Parker ]
Curiosity

Breasts.

What exactly was the entire male fascination with them anyway? They didn’t move much, they didn’t pop out to say hello, they didn’t do tricks… or at least, her’s didn’t. Maybe they were supposed to, maybe she had broken breasts. Oh no, that couldn’t be good. She took off her shirt and looked at her breasts in the mirror.

“Do something,” she told them. They didn’t do anything. “I don’t get it,” she said finally.

Everyone had retreated back to their own rooms, ready to rest up for tomorrow’s job. Sophie and Cordelia were in Sophie’s room doing some sort of acting exercise, Parker could hear them through the wall. Cordelia was giggling about something; maybe Sophie was tickling her, or said something funny.

Back to the mirror. Breasts.

She got that men liked them, she did. She just didn’t get why, exactly. I mean sure, she supposed they were nice to look at and all. She preferred looking at bigger ones rather than her own smaller one’s though. But Hardison would sometimes look at her chest, and she didn’t’ see the fascination, really.

It was growing darker outside, her window was open. She looked out the window; someone was staring at her from another room in the hotel next door. Oh, she had no top on. Whoops. She closed the blinds.

There was a knock on the door and it opened. “Parker could you do us a…” Sophie stopped mid sentence and looked at Parker topless. “…Favor?” she finished a little quieter.

“Do your boobs do tricks?” Parker asked her, not at all noticing that she probably shouldn’t be topless in front of Sophie.

“What?” Sophie asked confused, then realized she was looking at Parker’s chest and put her hand over her eyes. “No. What are you- Why are you half naked?”

“I’m trying to figure out why men like them so much,” Parker replied, turning sideways in the mirror than back around to look at her breasts from every angle.

“They just… do. I don’t know,” Sophie said as she stepped inside all the way and closed to door so Cordelia wouldn’t walk by and see Parker standing there half clothed like it was nothing.

“Why are you covering your eyes?” Parker asked her curiously, not understanding Sophie’s mannerisms.

“Because you’re half naked.”

“So?”

“So it’d be kind of rude to stare, Parker,” Sophie told her and tried to position her hand so she could see Parker’s face but nothing below her neck.

“If you want to look, you can look. I don’t care,” Parker told her.

“Yeah, I know you don’t,” Sophie said, stressing that word a lot.

“So you care about being rude? But if I don’t find it rude I don’t see how you can be rude about it,” Parker said.

“I just-”

“Can I touch your boobs?” Parker asked her casually.

“What?!” Sophie asked, taken aback so much that she moved her hand to stare at Parker with her eyes wide until she noticed she could see her chest again so she put it back up.

“Can I touch your boobs?” Parker repeated.

“I heard what you said,” Sophie said a little flustered.

“I just want to see how they make me feel, I’m trying to understand something,” Parker told her in all seriousness.

“Look, Parker, I know you like to find out the way the normal world works and while I admire the initiative you take I don’t think feeling my chest is going to make you come to any conclusions.”

“Can I ask Cordelia to feel her boobs then?”

“What? No! Ugh,” Sophie said, frustrated. The last thing she needed was Parker scaring off these people by asking politely to fondle them.

“Why?”

“Lord, okay come here, you can feel mine then,” Sophie told her, trying to get this over with as quickly as possible. She liked Parker, she really did. She liked how curious she always was about things, but sometimes, like this, her requests to learn were slightly odd.

Parker walked over to her and Sophie sighed heavily and lifted up her shirt and bra. “Quickly,” she told her.

Parker reached out and cupped Sophie’s breasts lightly and brushed her fingertips over her nipples. Parker liked her nipples, they were darker than her own, slightly larger too. Prettier, really. Sophie shivered out of instinct and bit the inside of her cheek when Parker touched them. Parker smiled, she didn’t know she could do that to Sophie, it was kind of fun. When Parker did it again Sophie backed up quickly and pulled back down her shirt. “Okay, you’re done,” she told her quickly.

“No I wasn’t,” Parker said as she looked up at her face.

“Trust me Parker, you were,” Sophie replied.

“Did you like that too much, me touching you?” Parker asked her inquisitively.

“I…” Sophie started, getting slightly flustered again. “I thought this was about how you felt,” she quickly diverted.

“Oh, I liked it. A lot. I guess it’s different when you touch someone else’s boobs rather than your own, that’s why guys like all boobs, cause they don’t have any,” Parker told her.

“Great,” Sophie said. “Glad I could help with that. Now can you do me and Cordelia a quick favor?”

“Why did you shiver?” Parker asked her curiously.

“I…” Sophie started, but didn’t know how to finish the sentence she tried to start.

Parker squinted her eyes a little as if trying to read Sophie, but she diverted her eyes from Parker’s gaze. “Did you like me touching you?”

“Parker it was just…” Sophie started again, but once again didn’t know how to finish.

Parker was advancing on her, and Sophie was getting backed into a corner. Quite literally, actually. “Do you like me, Sophie?” Parker asked her like it was such a normal question to ask a person.

“No!” Sophie said quickly, but then revised. “I mean yes I do like you Parker but not like-”

“I want to try something else,” Parker told her as she now had Sophie pretty much backed up against the far wall.

Sophie was looking nervous, she wouldn’t look Parker in the eyes and Parker didn’t understand why. “Why won’t you look at me?”

“I… uh… Look Parker, I just don’t think whatever you want to do now would be such a great idea,” Sophie told her.

“But I haven’t told you what it was.”

“Trust me,” Sophie said slightly breathlessly out of her obvious nervousness as Parker’s face got too close to hers, “I think I know.”

Parker didn’t say anything, she just let her lips meet Sophie’s. Sophie gasped softly at the contact, which let Parker slip her tongue inside her mouth. Parker was expecting Sophie to stop her because she said it would be a bad idea, but for some reason she didn’t. She grabbed the belt loop in Parker’s jeans and pulled her closer instead, which made Parker bring her hand up to run it through Sophie’s hair.

Then Sophie’s hands were on Parker’s bare skin and it made her moan softly into the other woman’s mouth. Parker brought her hands up underneath Sophie’s shirt. She wanted to feel her boobs again; they were nice boobs after all. But as soon as she touched them, Sophie pulled away from her and broke the kiss.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Parker,” Sophie said as she backed away from her, slightly out of breath.

“Why? You liked it, didn’t you?” Parker asked her, not understanding how she was acting.

Sophie looked nervous, maybe even a little scared. She just backed away to the door and said as she opened it, “I’m sorry, really I am.”

And then she was gone. Parker sat on the bed, confused. It wasn’t like they were doing anything wrong, unless kissing just became illegal. Though then again, they all never had any problem doing anything illegal before so she didn’t understand why Sophie would start now.

It was just kissing, and some boob touching. Was that bad now?

She picked up her shirt off of the floor and slipped it back over her head. Maybe she would ask Hardison why Sophie acted like that, he was always good to talk to.

Parker left the room and went down the hall to Hardison’s, Nate’s, and Eliot’s room. She knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.

Eliot opened the door and she looked at him, “Oh, your back. Is Hardison here? I need to talk to him.”

“Yeah, he’s in his room,” Eliot told her and pointed to the middle bedroom. Parker smiled at him a little and opened the door to Hardison’s room without knocking. He was on his computer eating some chips and he looked up at her, startled when she came in.

“I have to ask you a question,” Parker told him.

“Um, okay,” Hardison said and nodded to the end of the bed so she could sit down.

Parker went over and sat down. “Has kissing become illegal?”

“What?” Hardison asked, confused. “No.”

“Then why did Sophie freak out when I kissed her?” Parker asked him, clearly confused.

Hardison started choking on one of his chips and Parker slapped him on the back to help him out. He coughed it up and asked between gasps of breaths, “You… did… what?”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN NOTES: This has now officially became the longest Leverage fanfic I have ever written. The sad part? I'm no where even close to finished. I don't even think I'm even halfway done either. Told you it'd be long xD This is my experiment with lots of mini subplots around a main story plot, because I've never done that before. Always seemed too complicated. Really though, I'm finding it alot easier than I expected. Though then again, this is only one of the many to come...

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
[ Cordelia ]
Bonding

Sophie had been gone awhile now. Cordelia thought she was just going to ask Parker to help with a scene they wanted to play out, but it definitely didn’t take this long to ask for a favor. It was a simple scene; Sophie was just trying to teach her how to say one thing but obviously mean another while acting.

Sophie fascinated her. She was an actress, but she wasn’t one that you saw on TV or the movies. She was a con artist, the kind of actress you see but never know about. Part of Cordelia wished she could be that way, but she didn’t think she could ever pull it off right.

Cordelia was about to go see what was taking so long when Sophie basically ran in the room and shut the door behind her.

“Sophie?” Cordelia asked, slightly worried. She seemed… maybe scared, in a way?

“Hm?” Sophie said before turning around. “Oh, hi. Um, Parker couldn’t help, she had breas- I mean, things to do.”

Sophie was flustered, Cordelia could see that clearly. Something happened in there, but she didn’t know what. And did she almost say breasts?

If there was two things Cordelia liked more than anything, it was shoes and gossip. And since she worked with two men who never gave her a decent paycheck, she hadn’t been getting much of either lately, so whatever was going on right now with Sophie intrigued her. Probably much more than it should have.

“She had breasts?” Cordelia asked her casually, guessing while trying to throw her off for her own amusement.

“Yes, they- NO! I mean, she was busy.”

Cordelia smirked to herself, something was definitely up.

“Busy with what?” She asked her.

“Her… thing. The thing she was doing when I was in there,” Sophie said quickly.

Cordelia just laughed at her. She couldn’t help it. She might be a good actress, but she was a horrible liar. “Her thing, huh?”

“Yeah… that thing she does, that she always does…. Always. Her thing.”

Cordelia almost snorted this time when she laughed. It was just too amusing for her, she really couldn’t stop herself. The way she was babbling right now was almost close to the way Willow used to babble when nervous about something.

“What?” Sophie asked.

“You are the worst liar… ever,” Cordelia said through laughed.

“I am not!” Sophie protested, then quickly said, “Not that I was lying, because I wasn’t… about her thing. The thing that she was doing. That she always does.”

“Sophie,” Cordelia said as she sat herself down on the bed, still laughing. “My god, just stop before you end up breaking your own mouth or something from over using it.”

“I…” Sophie started, but then sighed and sat down on the bed next to her. “I’m completely rubbish at lying, aren’t I?” She put her head in her hands.

“Just a little,” Cordelia said, still through laughing.

“I’m sorry, I’m just… I don’t exactly know what just happened. I’m… I don’t know…” Sophie took her head out of her hands and looked at her.

Cordelia smiled, she was glad she was at least getting some amusement out of these people. “Alright, tell me what happened.”

“Parker… “ Sophie started, but couldn’t seem to finish.

“Parker what?”

“She kissed me.”

Cordelia’s back straightened at a little at that. This was actually interesting her. “Really?”

“Yes!”

“And…?” Cordelia asked, intrigued now.

“And what?” Sophie asked, not getting what she was trying to hint at.

“Well did you like it or…?”

“NO! Of course I- well, I don’t know, maybe a little, but not really.” Sophie paused. “Oh bloody hell, I don’t know.”

“It’s a simple yes or no question.”

“No, see, that’s where you’re wrong. It isn’t,” Sophie told her.

“What’s wrong then?”

“Nate!” Sophie exclaimed suddenly.

“Nate? Are you two together?” Cordelia asked. This was getting even better. Who needed soap operas when you were around these guys?

“No, well... I don’t know, I’d like to be, and I know he likes me it’s just… complicated.”

“Apparently.”

Sophie sighed and was quiet for a minute. “It’s not like I ever thought about Parker in that way, I haven’t. It was just… unexpected. And unfortunately, it was… kind of nice. That’s what confused me. I don’t like women. At least, I don’t think I do. But she made me kind of feel-”

“Alright,” Cordelia said, standing up and cutting her off before Sophie regretted saying more than she wanted to her in her half babbling confused state. “I know just the thing to fix this.”

“What?” Sophie asked.

“We’re going out,” Cordelia said. “We have a whole twenty four hours until we have to steal this prophecy, and you seem to be in some sort of mental or sexual crisis, whichever you prefer to view it as. Drinking seems to be the best solution.”

“I’d rather not say either, actually. Can we just say confused?”

“Whatever,” Cordelia said. “Get your coat, come on.”

“Where are we-”

“Just come on,” Cordelia told her.

“But I-”

“Come on.”

“Alright, okay. I’m coming,” Sophie said, giving up.

They ended up finding a bar right inside the hotel, actually. Cordelia found that to be quite convenient because that meant they wouldn’t have to drive in that awkward backwards way that they do in London. If she was to be honest though, she wanted to go drinking ever since they got into town anyway because the serving age was eighteen in England. She was only a year off from being twenty-one in the states, but sometimes that started to get annoying when it came to silly little things like legal drinking age.

Sometimes you just needed a fucking drink, and Cordelia thought that it really wasn’t right to put an age restriction on that.

Especially when you deal with demons every day.

Hours had passed and Cordelia found it funny that the more Sophie drank, the more British she really became. She must have been in the states for a while because while she still had the accent, she normally used mostly American words.

Not when she was drunk, though.

“I mean honestly,” Sophie said, pointing to make her point better, though in her drunk state just kind of pointed in any old direction. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hello Parker, I quite enjoyed that snogging you gave me, perhaps you fancy a shag later?’ I mean you’d have to be completely mad to just say that to someone, right?”

“So you want to have sex with her then?” Cordelia asked, her eyes wide, her brain slightly hazy with alcohol, her body moving closer to Sophie like if she didn’t get close enough to hear it she might miss her answer.

“No! I mean I’d be absolutely rubbish at it, wouldn’t I? No use making an ass out of myself when it’s easily avoidable.”

“Oh,” Cordelia said, leaning back. Well, that wasn’t the interesting answer she was hoping for. Then she paused and backtracked. “Wait, so you do, but you just don’t think you’d be any good at it? Or just no, not at all, no way in hell.”

Sophie waved her hand, dismissing it. “Well that’s the point, isn’t it? I don’t know, I never know anything cause all I do is think about Nate and what Nate wants and how to get Nate. I swear to God, sometimes I wish I never started fancying that man cause all he does is take over my life. In my head, the life in my head. Wait, that wasn’t right, my thoughts, that’s what I meant,” Sophie clarified. She was kind of past that line between tipsy and drunk now.

“There’s life in your head?” Cordelia asked, not catching Sophie’s revisal and just started giggling like mad.

“I’ve considered the possibility,” Sophie said half seriously as she took another sip of her drink.

“Wait so, you’ve seriously been waiting for this man for ten years?” Cordelia asked after she had mostly done laughing. “Lord, you have been getting laid between now and then, right?”

“Of course I have! But it’s been… awhile.”

“How long is awhile?”

Sophie paused before answering, “Two years.”

“Aha!” Cordelia said as she apparently came to some sort of conclusion. “And also, damn.”

“Wait what?” Sophie asked, confused.

“Well that’s why you got turned on when Parker touched you, because it’s been so long. And also, how the hell have you survived for the last two years? Just out of a general curiosity.” Cordelia looked at her slightly like she was crazy for going that long without it.

“Oh, well that makes sense, actually,” Sophie said, and actually looked a lot more relieved like some big burden was lifted off of her. Cordelia couldn’t blame her, the woman could barely handle her feelings for her boss, and if she had complicated maybe lesbian feelings mixed up in there her brain could possibly explode. Thank god they weren’t on the Hellmouth anymore, things like that used to actually happen. “And I’m not an abnormality, stop looking at me like that,” she told her with her face all scrunched up like she was slightly offended.

“Why the hell have you waited so long, I mean, you’re not ugly,” Cordelia replied, like her being ugly would be the only plausible reason to not get laid.

“It just… doesn’t feel right. With Nate, and all.”

“But you’ve only been working with him for a year, what happened to the other year?”

“Wasted, thinking about him, of course. The bloody bastard,” Sophie said, like it was his fault that he invaded her brain.

“See this is something I’m not getting,” Cordelia said. “If you want him, and he clearly has a thing for you, why haven’t you done anything about it?”

“I don’t know,” Sophie said, then suddenly looked like she got a bright idea. Which in a drunken state, usually is never a good one. “I’m going to go do something about it.”

“You’re what?” Cordelia asked, making sure she heard her right.

“I’m going to go do something about it, right now in fact,” Sophie said as she got up and threw some bills on the table to pay for their tab.

“You’re drunk,” Cordelia told her, like she didn’t know or something.

“Which is why this will be easier,” Sophie said with a little determined nod. “Don’t wait up; I’ll be back to the room eventually.”

And then she just left, off to find Nate.

Cordelia just watched her go. She was drunk, she was in no state to run after her and possibly tell her that it could be a bad idea. But then again, maybe it wasn’t a bad idea. She didn’t know, she didn’t really know these people.

One thing was for sure though; Sophie would at least have some kind of interesting story in the morning.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
[ Nate ]
From The Other Side

He needed a drink, badly. Then again, when didn’t he?

But this was an emergency. Really.

The kids, for really lack of a better word to call them given the current circumstances, were all playing Mario Kart on Hardison’s Wii that apparently he just had to bring on this trip. Parker had come over earlier, needing to talk to him about something, though Nate wasn’t sure what it was. He really tried not to get involved with things like that too much. She seemed to have worked through whatever issue she seemed to have, which while is great, now it seemed that their room was the party place. Parker, Hardison, and Eliot were all sitting on the couch, and she was screaming something at Eliot about running her mushroom off the road.

He really wasn’t sure, he didn’t follow the game. He knew he should have gotten his own room, what was he thinking, sharing it with those two?

“Hardison stop fucking throwing shells at me, damnit!” Eliot yelled.

“Take it like a little bitch!” Hardison yelled back.

“Stop getting in front of me! It’s my turn to be first!” Parker yelled at… someone, Nate wasn’t sure who.

“You don’t get turns, Parker. That’s the point,” Eliot replied. And then a second later added, “HA! Eat my dust, ‘Shroom!”

Nate rolled his eyes. He wished he never knew what these people felt the need to do in their down time between stealing things. “Guys, you do know it’s like almost one in the morning, right?” he told him. They ignored him, of course.

There was a knock on the door. Thankfully, something to possibly take his mind off of what they were doing and how much is was giving him a headache. But before he could open it, the door flew open, revealing Sophie.

A very, very drunk Sophie.

Nate swallowed. Well, this didn’t seem like a good alternative. He was pretty sure he’d rather go back to having a headache and watching the rest of the team scream at each other over shells.

“You,” she said and pointed.

“Me,” Nate said, slowly backing up a few steps out of instinct. But then Sophie tried to lean on the threshold of the door and missed, almost falling, so he had to run forward to catch her before she hit the floor.

“Are you okay?” He asked her.

“Fucking bloody brilliant,” Sophie said and pushed herself off of him so she could make it seem like she could stand properly on her own.

“So it would seem,” Nate said in slight envy of the her being drunk part. But on the other hand… “And why are you trashed? You’re always on to me about my drinking. This is what we call hypocritical.”

“First off,” Sophie said, waving a finger in his face, though seemed to get dizzy by it so stopped. “I am not trashed. Second, I do not have a drinking problem. I drink occasionally. So third… it’s completely irrelevant so shut up.”

Sophie clearly was mistaken about how drunk she really was, it and it kind of made Nate question himself if he acted like this sometimes. Probably. Actually, quite possibly.

“Right,” Nate said, agreeing with her. Agreement seemed to be the safest route to take at the moment.

“And you know,” Sophie said as she leaned against the wall and looked at him. “You’re such a fucking prat, do you know that?”

“What did I do?” Nate asked, but the quickly regretted swaying from the agreement route.

“What did you do?” Sophie mocked with a laugh. “What did you do? I don’t know Nate, just dicked me around forever, not giving yourself what you want, what I want. You’re always so bloody brooding and frankly it’s tiring to keep waiting for you!”

“I have not been dicking you around, Sophie,” Nate said, defending himself.

“Just shut up for once,” she said to him before she pushed him against the wall near the door. She had her face an inch away from her’s and he could smell the alcohol on her breath before she closed the distance and kissed him.

He kissed her back, he had to. He had wanted this woman for god knows how long, and there she was, just basically throwing herself at him. But she was drunk, and… he still wasn’t ready. Maybe he was dicking her around, but he just didn’t feel ready. It still felt too soon.

He kissed her back softly for a minute before he broke the kiss. “Sophie, you’re drunk,” he told her.

“Nate I swear to god, if you start in on this crap I might kill you,” Sophie warned him, already knowing what he was going to say before he said it.

Nate backed up a couple steps, just for safe measure. “You know how I feel about you Sophie but-”

“But what?!” She practically shrieked at him. He backed up a few more steps and she kept advancing on him so he kept going further and further until they were about to end up in the Living Room where everyone else was. “I swear to God, Nate. I spent the last couple hours confused about my sexuality. I’ve spent the last year confused about you. I mean for the love of Christ, I could sleep with Parker easier than you!”

Then they were in the Living Room, and Sophie noticed who was actually in there. The trio had stopped playing their game, just kind of sat there and stared in silence. The boys were looking at Parker, who was sitting in between them, with a slight “Uh oh,” look on her face.

Eliot turned and broke the silence, “For the record, I would approve of that.”

“Parker,” Sophie said again, a little quieter this time, noticing her, ignoring Eliot for once.

“That would be our cue to leave then,” Hardison said, getting up and packing up his Wii. He didn’t make it to the door though, none of them did.

“Hold on,” Nate said. “What?” he asked Sophie, trying to make her elaborate on the questioning her sexuality part in regards to Parker. Because really, that didn’t seem all that right to him.

“Nothing! Christ, I’m just trying to make a bloody point, is all! If I kissed her, she wouldn’t stop me. So what the hell, Nate!” Sophie exclaimed.

“No, you’d just stop her,” Hardison said under his breath. Eliot whipped his head around in his direction, and unfortunately for him, so did Nate.

“My bad, that wasn’t supposed to be said outloud,” Hardison said sheepishly.

“What’s going on?” Nate asked. He was out of the loop; he was always out of the loop. But this time, he didn’t like it.

“Are you drunk?” Parker asked Sophie, looking at her.

“NO!” Sophie screamed, which made everyone back up a couple steps.

“That would be a yes,” Eliot said, which made Sophie lunge for him to attempt to do god only knows what, but Nate held her back.

“Okay, okay, this is getting a little out of hand,” Nate said.

“A little?” Hardison said with an eyebrow raised.

“Parker, can you take Sophie back to your room please, make sure she gets in bed?” Nate asked her.

“I don’t know. I think she might molest me,” Parker replied, looking at Sophie who was drunk and had a lot of unresolved sexual tension.

“Excellent,” Eliot said, then got hit by both Nate and Hardison with the back of their hands.

“Sophie, don’t molest Parker,” Nate told her, then felt ridiculous for even suggesting that she would. It all seemed so bizarre.

“I’m not going to molest her for shit’s sake,” Sophie said, annoyed at everyone around her at the moment. She swayed a little and closed her eyes for a moment and Nate held on to her so she wouldn’t fall. “I want to go to bed.”

“Good,” Nate said.

God, he so wasn’t looking forward to the repercussions of this tomorrow.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
[ Hardison ]
Repercussions

When Hardison awoke the next morning, he had to lie in bed for a few minutes to go over the events of last night just to make sure they were real. With how screwed up it was he was debating on it being just a very vivid dream… or nightmare. Because really, Sophie barging in the door screaming when she’s drunk was kind of like a horror movie. If she had a butcher knife in her hand Hardison would have been screaming and running away like a little girl.

He had to admit though, he was slightly jealous about Parker kissing Sophie. But then again, Parker just seemed to have a thing about randomly kissing people. He should know.

He got out of bed and put on his clothes. He was going to head over to Parker’s to see if everything went okay last night. Not that he really thought Sophie would molest her… well, actually, it was quite possible. But more in the ‘I’m drunk, please make out with me’ way than the actual… molesting part.

He knocked on the door and Cordelia answered, looking hung over. “Parker in?” he asked.

“Yeah, in the living room, just keep it down, Sophie’s still sleeping.”

Hardison nodded and walked past her and down the hall to see Parker sitting and watching television. When she looked up she smiled at him and moved over so he could have room to sit on the couch. Cordelia walked past them and back in her room and shut her door, probably needing to still take a nap.

“Everything go okay last night?” Hardison asked as he sat next to her.

“Yeah. She did try to grope me when we got back though, but Cordelia stopped her and reminded her that she wasn’t a lesbian.”

Hardison watched Parker carefully. Parker was so difficult to read, because she always seemed so nonchalant about everything. The only way you could ever know what Parker was thinking was to ask a question, because she was always bluntly honest.

“You’re okay with that?”

“Yes. Should I not be?” Parker asked.

“Well I’m just saying, I mean… do you like Sophie?” There, he asked it. He had to know, even though he knew it was probably none of his business.

“As in would I like to have sex with her?”

“I… suppose,” Hardison replied. That’s not exactly what he was referring too, but that would do.

“Sure. She has nice boobs,” Parker replied.

Hardison’s heart sank, but then he remembered this was Parker he was talking to. He had to be much more clear. “Do you want to date her, is what I meant.”

“Why would I want to do that?” Parker said and looked at him like he was crazy. “She nags. I don’t like to be nagged.”

Hardison laughed, he had to. He felt a little better. It was okay that Parker was sexually attracted to Sophie, as long as she didn’t want to date her. That would have been… slightly devastating.

They were both quiet for a moment. Hardison wanted to ask her something else, but he wasn’t sure that he had to balls to. I mean he knew the answer would just be right there if he asked, but he was scared it wouldn’t be the one he wanted to hear. He tried a roundabout route instead.

“So… is there anyone you also maybe want to have sex with? Or, date… I mean.” Wow, he sounded like a total pervert asking that. Maybe she wouldn’t notice.

She turned and looked at him. “Do you want to have sex with me?” And before Hardison knew what was happening, Parker started taking off her shirt like she was willing to let him take her right there on the couch.

“What? No! No, stop, Parker,” Hardison said and grabbed her arms before her shirt went up to far to reveal… things. He helped her put it back down, then realized that he just told he didn’t want to have sex with her. “No, I mean YES, but I mean-”

He didn’t want to tell her what he meant. Yes he did want to have sex with her, of course. But no, not unless she wanted to date him because he had all these feelings and if she didn’t reciprocate than there was no point, right?

“FUCK!”

Parker and Hardison turned towards Sophie’s room, where the outburst had come from.

“Does she usually wake up like that?” Hardison asked in a whisper.

Parker shook her head.

The door to Sophie’s room flew open and Sophie pretty much stumbled over to Cordelia’s room across from hers. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and her makeup was smudged under her eyes. Hardison was wrong; this seemed liked a horror movie.

Sophie banged on the door to Cordelia’s room, still not noticing there were people in the living room. “Cordy!”

“Jesus don’t break the damn door down I’m coming,” Hardison could hear Cordelia say from inside before she opened it.

“I liked kissing Parker!” Sophie blurted out. “I kissed Nate! OH MY GOD. I’m a lesbian who likes Nate!”

Parker and Hardison just looked at each other with odd looks on their faces. A lesbian who likes Nate?

“Welcome to the morning after, sweetie.” Cordelia told her, who already seemed to have prepared herself for Sophie not making much sense. Then her eyes widened as Sophie’s breathing started to become slightly irregular. “Okay, breathe. Seriously, breathe. It’s not the end of the world.”

“No, it is. It really, really is,” Sophie said, slightly hyperventilating.

“You were just drunk, everyone gets that,” Cordelia said and then started making hand motions to symbolize breathing in and out. “Come on, breathe.”

Sophie started to breathe a little better, and then sighed and closed her eyes. “What do I do?” she asked her quietly.

“Well first, we’re going to go in one of these rooms so we stop having an audience,” Cordelia told her and pointed to Hardison and Parker on the couch. Both of them waved awkwardly.

“Oh my god,” Sophie said, and ran back inside her own room.

Cordelia sighed and rolled her eyes. “I take it she barely drinks, she doesn’t seem use to this yet,” she said to them before following her into Sophie’s room and closing the door behind them.

It was a few minutes before they heard anything again.

“Sophie, just do it,” Hardison could hear Cordelia say from inside the room. Finally Sophie opened the door and peeked her head outside. “Can I borrow Parker for a moment?” She looked embarrassed.

Hardison nudged Parker a little to have her get up and go over there so Sophie could fix the problems she made before they went on the job later that night. Parker got up and went into the other room, but they didn’t close the door all the way so he could still hear them.

“Do it,” Cordelia said again.

Hardison heard Sophie sigh. “I’m sorry I kissed you back, Parker. It must have given you the wrong impression.”

“And?” Cordelia encouraged.

“And I’m sorry I tried to feel you up in the hallway, that probably did too,” Sophie mumbled, Hardison could just picture her face as bright as a tomato.

“That’s okay, I enjoyed it,” Parker told her. She opened the door to leave and took a few steps out before Sophie came out after her. Hardison was right, she was bright red.

Parker suddenly turned around though and said, “But if you’re worried about giving the wrong impression, I don’t think you should be masturbating and saying mine and Nate’s name when I can hear you at night.” Parker nodded and smiled, like she was trying to help her out and give her a piece of advice, not at all realizing the significance of what she just said.

Hardison choked. On what, he wasn’t sure. Maybe his own breath. Then Sophie backed up into the room and he heard something break. Oh no.

“I’ll get the dustpan,” Cordelia said as she hurried out of the room. “Knocked over a vase,” she told Hardison, to explain what Sophie broke.

“You… heard…?” Sophie asked as she came forward again, back into Hardison's view. She was hyperventilating again.

“I sleep right there,” Parker said and pointed to her room next to Sophie’s, as if explaining something that was obvious. “Are you okay?” she asked her, noticing her freaking out.

“I… I…” Sophie couldn’t form a sentence. Hardison took that as his cue to take Parker out of there, she had no idea the mental damage she was causing Sophie at the moment.

“Parker I think we should go,” Hardison told her and got up. Cordelia came back with the dustpan and went back inside the room with it.

“But Sophie’s breaking,” Parker told him and pointed at her.

“Yes so let’s not break her anymore, okay?” Hardison said and took her hand. “Let’s go find Eliot, maybe we can play Mario Kart again.”

“But…” Parker started to say as she got steered in the other direction from Sophie. She stopped finally, which made Hardison stop. She looked at Sophie, concerned. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah,” Sophie said finally, but her voice broke a little. “I’ll be fine, just… go with Hardison, okay?”

Parker gave her a smile, but it was a sad one. She must have realized she did something wrong. “I’m sorry,” she said, though Hardison was sure she didn’t know exactly what she was apologizing for.

“It’s okay,” Sophie told her, and as they walked out of the door, Hardison could hear Sophie start crying softly. If she couldn’t face Parker the next day, he didn’t even want to think about how she was going to face Nate.

CHAPTER NINETEEN NOTES: This is now my longest fanfic... ever. I guess it's easier to write long fics when you focus on all characters instead of just like, pairing stories. And omg, I thoroughly enjoy being inside Eliot's head. I have so much fun in there LOL.

CHAPTER NINETEEN
[ Eliot ]
The Game of Apology

To be frank, he didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on anymore.

This is why he tried to not get involved in inter-office personal matters. This is why he fucked women outside the office. Well, that and Sophie was a nag and Parker was insane, so he didn’t have much of a variety to choose from. But even when he tried to stay out, somehow he managed to find himself in the middle of it. How, he didn’t know. But he was, always.

To be fair, this little personal matter however seemed to actually have a semi-interesting part in it. From what he could gather, Sophie was questioning her sexuality because of Parker.

If that wasn’t a magazine coming true, he didn’t know what was. All he needed was Parker in a school girl outfit and Sophie as the teacher.

With a ruler. Spanking with a… oh god, he needed to stop the lesbian fantasy right now. He worked with these people. But he still smirked, despite himself.

The other half of it, the Nate half, didn’t interest him in the slightest. It just seemed to be a never ending merry-go-round with the two of them.

He wished the damn ride would just throw them off on their asses for shit’s sake.

He was in the kitchen making himself some coffee when Hardison came back with Parker in close tow behind him. She looked slightly upset, which was odd because Parker usually never looked upset. Or show any kind of emotion besides flaky nonchalance, really.

Wait, that wasn’t an emotion, was it? He shrugged, she was a woman. They tended to make up their own emotions anyway so they had a wider variety and more reasons to bitch.

Not that that was Parker in the slightest, she was more like a man.

Wait, that didn’t sound right either.

She was just one of the few women he’s met in his life that are easier to deal with. She didn’t cry for no reason, she didn’t throw fits, she was just… there. Like a man.

“I think I broke Sophie,” Parker told Eliot when they got to the kitchen.

Eliot didn’t respond to that, he was sure after yesterday that would have been a fairly easy task. “Coffee?” he offered instead.

“Mario Kart?” Hardison offered in turn.

Eliot shrugged, “Sure.”

When the coffee was brewing the trio sat down on the couch and Hardison passed out the controllers, which really were little mini wheels pretty much. Nate walked into the living room and sighed. “That game again?”

“Want to play?” Parker asked and offered up a fourth controller... wheel.

“I’ll pass,” Nate said. He looked in the kitchen, “Coffee ready?”

“Almost,” Eliot said and started picking out his character on Mario Kart.

Bowser, bitch.

“You are not taking Yoshi,” Hardison told Parker.

“But you got to be him yesterday,” Parker replied and tried to click on him but Hardison got there first.

“I’m always Yoshi,” Hardison told her seriously. Like it was some sort of crime to suggest otherwise.

“Be the princess,” Eliot offered. She was a girl, girls liked… princesses.

“She’s a pussy,” Parker replied and went for Koopa Troopa instead.

Like a man, Eliot thought again.

“Let’s play Rainbow Road,” Parker suggested.

Or a lesbian, Eliot revised.

Damn, he had Parker and Sophie thoughts in his head again.

There was a knock on the door and Nate stopped staring at the coffee machine like he expected it to brew faster that way, and went to go answer it. Eliot already knew who it was before she came into the living room.

Sophie.

She looked at the three of them on the couch. She looked like she had been crying. Jesus, that woman was like a never ending water fountain. He turned his attention back to the game. Parker had picked Rainbow Road and they were about to start. Red, Yellow… Green.

Parker turned her wheel so hard she elbowed him in the ribs.

“Ow! Parker!”

“Sorry,” she replied, though it was more of an automatic ‘sorry’, not one that actually meant an apology.

“Coffee?” Nate asked Sophie.

“Yeah,” she said quietly.

“HA! Blue shell!” Parker exclaimed as she got her item.

“Shit,” Hardison said and tried to slow down so Eliot could pass him so he would be in the lead when the thing was launched because it automatically hits the person in the lead.

“Oh hell no,” Eliot said and swerved so Hardison would still be before him. But then Parker passed them both, cackling madly.

“Now if anyone passes me I’ll throw it,” she exclaimed with glee.

Bitch.

Sophie and Nate were getting coffee in the kitchen and started taking quietly, thinking the other three were too involved in their game to hear them.

But they were playing a video game, not fucking deaf.

“I’m sorry… about yesterday,” Sophie said to him.

“Taste of my own medicine,” Nate replied. Eliot was pretty sure either Nate was going to stop drinking so much or Sophie was going to start drinking more regularly after this. Either way they’d both be evenly matched.

“Get in front of her,” Hardison told Eliot.

“You get in front of her!” Eliot shot back, not wanting to be hit.

“Well if neither of us do then she’ll never throw it and always be in the lead,” Hardison told him.

“Then go, it was nice knowing you, Yoshi,” Eliot said and smirked. Hardison scowled.

“I was just… I had a weird day yesterday. I needed a drink, to make things make sense. But then nothing did,” Sophie told Nate as he poured her a cup.

Nate was silent for a moment. “Sophie… about the kiss-”

“I know, I’m sorry about that,” she said to him.

“I’m not,” Nate said to her and smiled a little.

Oh, gag. Eliot was sure he just threw up in his mouth a little.

Sophie blushed and did that little girly giggle thing. God, he hated when women did that.

Parker looked up at the two of them, hearing their conversation, which made Hardison pass her, apparently hoping she wouldn’t notice.

“DAMNIT PARKER!” Hardison screamed as he was hit by the shell once she turned back to the television. Eliot snickered.

“But you said…” Sophie started.

“I know, and I did mean it. It is too soon, but I do care about you, Sophie. A lot. More than I probably should,” Nate replied.

“Stop pooping banana peels!” Parker exclaimed at Eliot who had passed her and Hardison once he got hit by the shell. He had a trail behind him because for some reason he kept getting that damn item, and apparently to Parker it looked like he was shitting them out.

He really thought there might be a glitch in the game, he wanted another damn item.

“It’s not my fault, stop taking all the good items!” Eliot told her.

“It’s a randomizer, Eliot. She can’t take all the good items,” Hardison told him.

“Well then why the fuck do I keep getting them?!”

“Probably because it knows your brain is mush,” Hardison replied with a snicker.

Eliot narrowed his eyes. It was a lame joke, but he had to retaliate anyway. “Keep going, you’re about to get your ass kicked.”

“Ohhh, I’m scared,” Hardison taunted.

Sophie smiled up at Nate for a moment but then shook her head, “I can’t wait around forever for you, Nathan.” She used his full name, women only did that when they were being serious about something. It’s like mothers and middle names.

“I know, I can’t expect you too,” Nate told her.

“I’ve already had other people try to seduce me, what are you going to do if one of them actually gets me?” Sophie asked him. She was using the jealousy tactic, an evil move if Eliot was to be honest about it.

“Like who?” Nate asked.

Parker looked up again and then Eliot looked at Parker, then at Sophie, than back to Parker. Oh shit, something was actually starting to make sense, in not in the way it usually did when he was trying to fabricate a fantasy. This actually made sense with Sophie’s drunk exclamations from last night.

Niiice.

“Damnit!” Eliot exclaimed as he looked back at the TV. Everyone had passed him now, he was in last place. He ran through a item box and expected a banana but got… a thunderbolt. Excellent.

“OH MY GOD I’M TEENY TINY!” Parker shrieked as Eliot used it, which shrunk all the other players and made them slower. Eliot ran over her, just cause he could.

“I’m FLAT!” She shrieked, horrified by it.

“Don’t run over me!” Hardison yelled and tried to swerve so Eliot would just pass him, but he got run over too.

“Dude, you’re a dick,” Hardison told him. Eliot laughed.

“Does it really matter who?” Sophie said to Nate.

Nate sighed, “No, I guess not. I don’t know, I’ll just have to deal with it if that happens.”

“Do you enjoy torturing yourself?” Sophie asked. Eliot didn’t blame her for asking that question, it apparently seemed so. Sophie was drunk and easy last night and basically threw herself at him and he said no. Dumbass. Even Eliot would have fucked her, and he barely liked her.

“I’ve considered that possibility,” Nate replied.

“WINNER!” Eliot exclaimed as he finished in first and got up and did a little dance, waving the controller wheel thing around.

“Good god, please stop. You’re making my eyes burn,” Hardison said and shielded them so he didn’t have to look at Eliot’s victory dance.

Nate looked over at Hardison and asked, “Hardison, did you record the feeds from last night from the security cameras?”

“Yeah,” Hardison replied, still shielding himself from Eliot who was still dancing. Parker held out a dollar bill, apparently thinking he was a stripper.

“Good lord. Eliot, sit down. Parker, he’s not going to take off his clothes so put away your money,” Nate said as he suddenly noticed what the two of them were doing.

Eliot glared at Nate but sat down, but not before taking Parker’s dollar. He had earned it, after all.

CHAPTER TWENTY
[ Angel ]
Breaking & Entering

The thing in his ear was uncomfortable. Nate was talking to them through it, and while it was convenient to be able to communicate to anyone at any time from any place that’s on the job it was just so… high tech and complicated. But then again, he was old fashioned. Very old fashioned.

He tried to have Hardison explain what exactly it is, but he spouted off with all this technical geekiness that just confused him. Angel decided it was probably better to just let it be, he really didn’t need to know that badly.

“Alright. Parker, Eliot, and Angel, wait for my signal that Sophie and Cordelia successfully distracting the guards and that Hardison has switched the feeds,” Nate said over the com.

“Got it,” Eliot replied.

Parker opened up her bag and threw everyone their harnesses. “Put these on,” she told them.

“Zip lines again?” Eliot asked as he put on his harness.

Angel wasn’t exactly sure what a “zip line” was, but grabbed the harness. This was… far more high tech than he ever would have done it. His way would be to go in bashing heads and to hell with the sneaky part of it.

“Well yes, Eliot. We are going in from the roof,” Parker said.

“Don’t be condescending,” Eliot said, offended.

“But that was a stupid question,” Parker told him.

Eliot flipped her off.

“So we’re… repelling down, then?” Angel asked.

“Yes,” Parker told him as she bent down near the roof window and took out some sort of device looking thing to pick the lock.

“I don’t need this then,” Angel told her and gave it back. She looked at him funny but shrugged and put it back in the bag.

“Okay Parker, they have infrared beams in that room that can only be turned off from the controls outside the room, so go in first and turn them off. Hardison will walk you through the process once you get there.”

“He can’t turn them off from there?” she asked.

“No, it’s not hooked up to the main system,” Nate told her. “You should be clear right about… now.”

The lock that Parker was picking made a click as it unlocked. She opened up the window and attached the zip line to her harness. She grabbed some sort of can that looked like it could be hairspray and put it in her belt before repelling down.

Angel watched her from the top of the roof. She stopped herself about ten feet above the ground and grabbed the can. She sprayed it below her and all of a sudden the infrared beams appeared. She dropped to the ground between two of them.

“What is that she’s spraying?” Angel asked Eliot.

He shrugged, “I don’t know, this is her thing.”

Parker sprayed the can again and it showed her the beams from where she was standing from the door that was probably only five feet away. Unfortunately, there was a lot of beams between where she was and there.

Angel could see Parker take a deep breath and then to his surprise she did a front walkover over the first and second, slid under the third and then got up almost instantly and did a cartwheel and then went into a back flip to get over the last of them.

Angel whistled, “Damn, didn’t know she could do that.”

“Best thief in the world,” Eliot told him seriously.

Parker was out of the room for only a couple minutes before they heard Nate say, “Alright, all clear guys.”

Eliot hooked the zip line to his harness and threw Parker’s bag down to the ground before they he repelled down to the ground. Angel just jumped from the roof to the ground, landing without a problem. When Eliot unhooked himself, Parker came back in the room, picked up the bag, and waved her hand for her to follow them.

“The feeds are switched so you guys should have no problem. The elevator is to your right, Hardison will make it take you where you need to go,” Nate said.

They made their way to the elevator and it opened for them. They all piled in and when the doors shut the elevator music started. God, he hated elevator music. Then again, he’s never actually met anyone that liked it.

Parker started bobbing her head a little to the music though.

Eliot looked at her with an eyebrow raised, “What are you doing?”

“I like this song,” she told him with a smile.

“What song is it, exactly?” Eliot asked her, knowing full well she wouldn’t know because really, who actually knew the songs they put in elevators?

“The elevator song,” Parker replied, and looked at him like he was being ridiculous. Eliot sighed and rolled his eyes.

The elevator dinged to signal it’s opening and they all stepped out, waiting for Nate to tell them where to go.

“Parker stay there and keep watch, Eliot and Angel, the prophecy is to your right. Go into the next room and then through there is the room will be where it’s held. Wesley is working on the barriers now with a…” Nate paused. “Spell.” He still was finding the whole thing ridiculous.

Eliot and Angel grabbed their weapons in the bag Parker had brought. Angel opted for a sword, Eliot an axe. They walked through the doors to the room on the right and they stood in an empty room. Nothing on the walls, nothing on the ground. Completely empty.

“Well, this is creepy,” Eliot said. Then the doors closed behind them… automatically.

“No, I’m sorry, that was creepy,” Eliot revised. He went to take a step forward but Angel put out his arm to stop him.

“Don’t move,” he told him. His eyes scanned the dark ceiling. Something was in there with them, he could feel it.

“What is it?” Eliot asked and started looking too.

“I don’t know,” Angel said. He looked at Eliot, “Give me your watch.”

“What? Why?” Eliot asked.

“Just trust me.”

Eliot grumbled but handed over his watch, and Angel threw it in the middle of the room. Suddenly out of nowhere, and super fast, came a big spider looking thing down from the ceiling. It grabbed the watch, eating it probably, and went back up to the ceiling in an instant.

“What the hell was that?” Eliot asked.

“Not sure, but it seems to react to movement. It’s probably deaf,” Angel replied. “Regular slice and dice, I would imagine.”

“Ask your demon guy,” Eliot told him.

“He’s chanting right now. Barriers, remember?”

“Right,” Eliot said. He shrugged. “Ah, what the hell, here goes nothing.”

They both ran to the middle of the floor and the spider demon fell from the ceiling, nearly missing Eliot. It snarled, maybe hissed, Angel wasn’t quite sure. It showed some nasty fangs that were dripping with some sort of liquid.

“Stay away from it’s fangs!” Angel yelled to him.

“Planned on it,” Eliot responded and took a swing at it with his axe. It jumped out of the way and Angel went to slice but it evaded it again.

“Shit!” Eliot yelled as it almost bit him. The thing was about twice their size, and was getting very angry with not getting it’s target yet.

Angel ducked as one of it’s legs came out of no where. Eliot swung the axe again, but only managed in cutting on one of it’s legs. The thing screamed in anguish and went to bite him again, but he rolled out of the way.

While the demon was distracted by Eliot and him managing to wound it, Angel was able to drive his sword into it’s chest. It screamed again and fell to the ground, not making another sound.

Eliot pushed back his hair from his face and said, “Well, that didn’t seem too hard. Is that all they…” He trailed off as one of the wall panelings seemed to rise up from the ground from each side, and eight vampires snarled and ran out, four on each side. “Got,” he finished. “Nevermind.”

Eliot took the four on the right, Angel the four on the left. Eliot swung his axe and decapitated the first easily, but then was grabbed from behind by another one. He hit him in the head with the back of his own, which made that one stumble back a few steps. Another swing and a hit.

Angel dusted the first two with one swing but then was attacked by both sides at the same time by the last two. He elbowed the one on his right then turned around to shake the other vampire off of him and backhanded him into the far wall.

Eliot had dusted his third, but seemed to be having slight difficulty with the last one. The vampire had managed to grab his throat and now had him up against a wall. Eliot snarled and bashed his head with his own and picked up his axe on the ground that he dropped when being choked and brought it up while standing to slice the vampire all the way through the middle, between the legs.

Angel grimaced, that had to be a bad way to go out. He swung and hit his third, but when he went to get the last one Eliot hurled the axe across the room and dusted him immediately.

Angel looked at him, “Nice.”

“You’re welcome,” Eliot said, out of breath.

They waited for a moment, expecting more, but when nothing happened they looked at each other. They both shrugged and walked over to the next door and opened it. Before they stepped into the next room though, Angel asked, “Is Wesley done with the spell?”

“Yeah,” Nate said. “He said he thinks he did it correctly.”

“Great,” Eliot said, but started to walk towards the case in the middle of the room that held the scrolls. He looked at the lock. “We need Parker, Nate.”

“Parker get down there,” Nate said.

They waited a minute and then she came through the doors. She rolled her eyes when she saw the case. “You guys are such babies.”

Eliot scowled at her but let her do her work. She put down the bag at her feet and walked over, and to Eliot’s surprise, smashed the glass case with her elbow. “It doesn’t have any sensors,” she said to them, like they were stupid for not noticing.

“Oh,” Eliot said. “Well, I could have done that.”

She nodded her head like ‘Yeah, obviously.’ She reached out and got the scrolls. They all turned to leave when the door closed on them… again.

“I don’t like that they keep doing this,” Eliot said.

“I don’t like that I’m here when they did that,” Parker replied.

They heard a snarl from behind them and they all turned around slowly.

“Oh, shit.”

Some kind of big horny looking mean thing came out of nowhere, and ran straight for Parker. Her eyes went wide but she ducked when it tried to hit her. Angel and Eliot started swinging, but the thing back handed them both which each of it’s hand, sending them flying.

It turned on Parker again and she ran, but had nowhere to go. She found herself in a corner and it growled, bringing it’s fist down.

“PARKER!” Eliot screamed and jumped up, stepping between both of them. Angel saw Eliot close his eyes as the impact was made.

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