Fic: The Superior Teacher
Fic: The Superior Teacher
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage/Marvel 'verse
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Spoilers: S02E11 (The Bottle Job) for a moment of lol, does not spoil episode
Warnings: Bullseye? Crossover with Marvel 'verse
AN: From the moment I saw Eliot at the dartboard I've wanted to write this.
“The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.” William Arthur Ward
- - -
"Hell of a day for it, eh lad?"
Of all the people he expected to meet, people he was desperately trying to avoid and who his imagination had pictured jumping out from every corner, an Irish accent was so out of place in this village on the outskirts of Tokyo proper that Eliot had to turn and take note.
The man had a face as European as his accent and his forehead was tattooed, or maybe scarred in a way that caught the light oddly.
Eliot couldn't really talk about being out of place around here; this wasn't a tourist area - hard to get to and nothing to see but rice fields and housing - any westerner stuck out here like a sore thumb.
He forced a smile, stepping forwards with hand outstretched. "That it is." he grinned. And it was the truth. The wind in the open mountainous regions out of the cities meant the heat was tolerable and to get out of the fumes had been a huge relief.
The stranger simply nodded and eyed his hand distrustfully. Now that he was a little closer, Eliot wasn't sure he wanted to be offering this man his hand at all. He wasn't built strong, but the retrievalist could see the wiry muscle beneath the tatty shirt the other man was wearing, and he could see something not quite sane in the other man's eyes.
He forced himself not to flinch as the stranger closed the gap between them with a couple of quick strides and grasped his hand.
"Dey call me Bullseye." he said enigmatically, watching Eliot as if gauging what effect that pseudonym would have on the younger man, or maybe he was just waiting for the obvious question.
Eliot didn't give him the satisfaction. Still wary of the manic glint in the other man's eye, and his desperate need to keep low until the pressure had lifted off his client's merchandise, Eliot pulled back his hand, aiming for a warm smile. Home-town charm. Even an Irish had to get that.
"Well, it was nice ta meet ya, Bullseye. Now I gotta get out to the fields, my sponsor family is expecting me out there." He pushed extra hard at that smile and started walking away.
"Oh! Student is it?" the other man called at his back.
He grit his teeth and turned back around, unwilling to show his back to this man for long enough to get out of sight. "Yessir. Just here for a few weeks."
"You still here tomorrow, lad?" The grin was sickly sweet, and in no way friendly.
He was definitely not gonna be in town tomorrow. "Yessir. Could be here, or in the city for the day."
"You ever been to the Irish bar in Hachioji?" Bullseye smirked.
Eliot found himself grudgingly admiring of the way the Japanese place name tripped of the other man's tongue. He'd been fighting with the language since he got here, his own accent far too unwieldy to wrap around it. How the Irish managed it he would never know.
"No sir. 'M here for the authentic experience." He slapped on a 'shucks' grin for good measure, and sorted through the different options for brushing this man off.
"Well, you jus' be sure ta be there tomorrow night. Play a round of darts with Bullseye?" The grin wasn't getting any more convincing.
"I'm not sure I'll be…" Eliot froze.
There was a knife in the stranger's hand and Eliot was suddenly more than a little tense.
"I saw yer pullin' the job in Sagamihara." Bullseye smirked, spinning the knife in his hand carelessly. Eliot's heart sank at the gratuitous display, and he thought about the blades concealed about his person and how long it would take him to get to each one. "Yer play is good, but yer marksmanship is shoddy. You meet me tomorrow night and I'll teach yer a few things."
Eliot's eyes narrowed sharply. "I don't use guns."
"Neither do I." Bullseye replied blandly.
Eliot didn't realise the knife had even left the other man's hand, but a man was dropping from the tree on the path Eliot had been about to walk down, a blade buried in his forehead and his own blade falling to the ground from his lax hand. Eliot stared, dumbfounded. The tree had been over 100 yards away and Bullseye had never broken eye contact.
He tore his eyes away from the dead assassin. Bullseye was already walking away backwards. He tapped the scar with his first two fingers. "Tomorrow night!" he shouted back. "I'll be insulted if you don't show, kid. You got things ta learn."
Eliot didn't know what he was going to do about the fact that he had people after him, or the fact that this man had watched him pull the job and he hadn't even realised. One thing he did know for sure. He was going to be in Hachioji tomorrow night.
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage/Marvel 'verse
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Spoilers: S02E11 (The Bottle Job) for a moment of lol, does not spoil episode
Warnings: Bullseye? Crossover with Marvel 'verse
AN: From the moment I saw Eliot at the dartboard I've wanted to write this.
“The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.” William Arthur Ward
- - -
"Hell of a day for it, eh lad?"
Of all the people he expected to meet, people he was desperately trying to avoid and who his imagination had pictured jumping out from every corner, an Irish accent was so out of place in this village on the outskirts of Tokyo proper that Eliot had to turn and take note.
The man had a face as European as his accent and his forehead was tattooed, or maybe scarred in a way that caught the light oddly.
Eliot couldn't really talk about being out of place around here; this wasn't a tourist area - hard to get to and nothing to see but rice fields and housing - any westerner stuck out here like a sore thumb.
He forced a smile, stepping forwards with hand outstretched. "That it is." he grinned. And it was the truth. The wind in the open mountainous regions out of the cities meant the heat was tolerable and to get out of the fumes had been a huge relief.
The stranger simply nodded and eyed his hand distrustfully. Now that he was a little closer, Eliot wasn't sure he wanted to be offering this man his hand at all. He wasn't built strong, but the retrievalist could see the wiry muscle beneath the tatty shirt the other man was wearing, and he could see something not quite sane in the other man's eyes.
He forced himself not to flinch as the stranger closed the gap between them with a couple of quick strides and grasped his hand.
"Dey call me Bullseye." he said enigmatically, watching Eliot as if gauging what effect that pseudonym would have on the younger man, or maybe he was just waiting for the obvious question.
Eliot didn't give him the satisfaction. Still wary of the manic glint in the other man's eye, and his desperate need to keep low until the pressure had lifted off his client's merchandise, Eliot pulled back his hand, aiming for a warm smile. Home-town charm. Even an Irish had to get that.
"Well, it was nice ta meet ya, Bullseye. Now I gotta get out to the fields, my sponsor family is expecting me out there." He pushed extra hard at that smile and started walking away.
"Oh! Student is it?" the other man called at his back.
He grit his teeth and turned back around, unwilling to show his back to this man for long enough to get out of sight. "Yessir. Just here for a few weeks."
"You still here tomorrow, lad?" The grin was sickly sweet, and in no way friendly.
He was definitely not gonna be in town tomorrow. "Yessir. Could be here, or in the city for the day."
"You ever been to the Irish bar in Hachioji?" Bullseye smirked.
Eliot found himself grudgingly admiring of the way the Japanese place name tripped of the other man's tongue. He'd been fighting with the language since he got here, his own accent far too unwieldy to wrap around it. How the Irish managed it he would never know.
"No sir. 'M here for the authentic experience." He slapped on a 'shucks' grin for good measure, and sorted through the different options for brushing this man off.
"Well, you jus' be sure ta be there tomorrow night. Play a round of darts with Bullseye?" The grin wasn't getting any more convincing.
"I'm not sure I'll be…" Eliot froze.
There was a knife in the stranger's hand and Eliot was suddenly more than a little tense.
"I saw yer pullin' the job in Sagamihara." Bullseye smirked, spinning the knife in his hand carelessly. Eliot's heart sank at the gratuitous display, and he thought about the blades concealed about his person and how long it would take him to get to each one. "Yer play is good, but yer marksmanship is shoddy. You meet me tomorrow night and I'll teach yer a few things."
Eliot's eyes narrowed sharply. "I don't use guns."
"Neither do I." Bullseye replied blandly.
Eliot didn't realise the knife had even left the other man's hand, but a man was dropping from the tree on the path Eliot had been about to walk down, a blade buried in his forehead and his own blade falling to the ground from his lax hand. Eliot stared, dumbfounded. The tree had been over 100 yards away and Bullseye had never broken eye contact.
He tore his eyes away from the dead assassin. Bullseye was already walking away backwards. He tapped the scar with his first two fingers. "Tomorrow night!" he shouted back. "I'll be insulted if you don't show, kid. You got things ta learn."
Eliot didn't know what he was going to do about the fact that he had people after him, or the fact that this man had watched him pull the job and he hadn't even realised. One thing he did know for sure. He was going to be in Hachioji tomorrow night.