No Rest for the Wicked
Title: No Rest for the Wicked 1/2
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Eliot/Dean
Verse: Steal The Sky
Fandoms: Leverage, Firefly, Supernatural
Summary:Eliot has had nightmares like this.
Notes: So ploty things are happening. This comes during my verse's equivlent of The Twelve Step Job and No Rest For the Wicked from Supernatural. The following handful of stories will make a little more sense if you're familiar with the end of Supernatural Season three and start of season four. I'll try to explain what I can otherwise.
For the Alien Abduction square on my H/c Bingo Card.
Eliot had had nightmares like this before.
He was with Dean. They were running recon for the Hurley job and they had managed to convince Nate to let Dean go planet side with him instead of Hardison or someone else on the team.
Distantly Eliot knew it was the fact they were waiting for tests to come back from the local charity clinic that didn’t ask too many questions after the size of the donation they made. The results of the blood work would determine what had caused Eliot to collapse three days before and they were all bracing for news on what organ of his it was that decided to stop working right this time. It had been less than a month since he’d developed diabetes.
Eliot had bounced back but Nate sending Dean along was a sign of the mastermind’s slowly failing faith in Eliot’s abilities.
Hell, Eliot knew it wouldn’t be that much longer before he started phasing himself out of the jobs. He should probably have already started but the team needed his protection too much.
He told himself he was glad to spend some time with Dean off the ship and mostly alone but half of the outing was to make sure Dean could fill his shoes when Eliot was gone.
They’d been outside the third strip joint of the day. Eliot had been bitching at Hardison about the drink Hardison had just spilled in his kitchen back on Leverage (no, he didn’t have visions about that, Parker had told him and Hardison was a terrible liar).
And Dean had been sipping a beer and grinning at him. Eliot could all but hear the jibe about how it was conversations like this that kept Dean from missing television. The suns had been so bright, late afternoon sun making Dean seem to almost glow.
And then a shadow passed over the sun. There was a roar and deafening shriek, engines like Eliot had never heard.
“Dean! Dean!” Sam’s voice shouted over the comms, panic, terror like Eliot had never thought to hear in either of the Winchester’s voices.
Dean’s eyes had gone wide, face pale, but he made no move to run.
Eliot turned, wondering if it was Reivers, wondering if death had found him early, if he had time to have Dean trigger his kill conditioning before they got there. Time enough to make sure he killed Dean before the Reivers got in his way.
It wasn’t…
A dozen sleek metal shuttles half the size of the impala operating with some sort of cloaking devices that made them hard to focus on dropped from a cruiser above them. It was their engines that were letting loose that infernal noise somewhere between a shriek and a growl.
“Hell hounds.” Dean said, suddenly grabbing Eliot by the arm. “Run!”
They bolted, racing to get out of the open parking lot and into the more crowded part of the city where they’d have more cover from shuttles.
There was an alley, too narrow for the crafts to follow them down. Ten yards. Five.
Two.
Dean’s hands connected against his back, a surge of images and thoughts and emotions passing in the contact as the action sent Eliot half flying the rest of the way into the alley.
He hadn’t even hit ground before he was flinging his powers back and out, reaching for Dean where he was being dragged into one of the shuttles and carried away.
Through Dean’s eyes he saw the crew manning the shuttle, their red and black full body uniforms and the distortion of the growing distance made them look more like demons or aliens than actual humans.
Eliot closed his eyes, holding onto Dean’s conscious as long as he could, searching for some hint that could help them get Dean back.
‘You’re pushing too far.’ He could hear Dean in his head like the man was next to him. I felt like Dean was gripping his hand, stabilizing the connection, if only for a minute. ‘You won’t be able to get back soon.’
‘Where are they taking you?’
‘Hell.’
‘I’ll…’
‘Don’t come after me. It’s too dangerous.’
‘No one left behind. Rules of a clan. Rules of a crew.’
‘Just take care of Sam.’ Even with the connection between them growing weaker by the second Eliot could feel the desperation, that old *need* to keep Sam safe that had been the reason Eliot had never called Dean out on the huge lie running between them. Eliot had always known Sam was psychic, even before Dean nearly killed him for being a Reader before this happened. Dean had always kept to the lie that there was nothing special about Sam but Eliot could understand.
The thing between them was… but Eliot would lie to Dean if he thought it would protect Parker or Hardison.
‘Stay alive,’ Eliot told Dean. ‘We’ll get you back.’
‘El-‘
The connection snapped and Eliot hit the Black and shattered.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Eliot/Dean
Verse: Steal The Sky
Fandoms: Leverage, Firefly, Supernatural
Summary:Eliot has had nightmares like this.
Notes: So ploty things are happening. This comes during my verse's equivlent of The Twelve Step Job and No Rest For the Wicked from Supernatural. The following handful of stories will make a little more sense if you're familiar with the end of Supernatural Season three and start of season four. I'll try to explain what I can otherwise.
For the Alien Abduction square on my H/c Bingo Card.
Eliot had had nightmares like this before.
He was with Dean. They were running recon for the Hurley job and they had managed to convince Nate to let Dean go planet side with him instead of Hardison or someone else on the team.
Distantly Eliot knew it was the fact they were waiting for tests to come back from the local charity clinic that didn’t ask too many questions after the size of the donation they made. The results of the blood work would determine what had caused Eliot to collapse three days before and they were all bracing for news on what organ of his it was that decided to stop working right this time. It had been less than a month since he’d developed diabetes.
Eliot had bounced back but Nate sending Dean along was a sign of the mastermind’s slowly failing faith in Eliot’s abilities.
Hell, Eliot knew it wouldn’t be that much longer before he started phasing himself out of the jobs. He should probably have already started but the team needed his protection too much.
He told himself he was glad to spend some time with Dean off the ship and mostly alone but half of the outing was to make sure Dean could fill his shoes when Eliot was gone.
They’d been outside the third strip joint of the day. Eliot had been bitching at Hardison about the drink Hardison had just spilled in his kitchen back on Leverage (no, he didn’t have visions about that, Parker had told him and Hardison was a terrible liar).
And Dean had been sipping a beer and grinning at him. Eliot could all but hear the jibe about how it was conversations like this that kept Dean from missing television. The suns had been so bright, late afternoon sun making Dean seem to almost glow.
And then a shadow passed over the sun. There was a roar and deafening shriek, engines like Eliot had never heard.
“Dean! Dean!” Sam’s voice shouted over the comms, panic, terror like Eliot had never thought to hear in either of the Winchester’s voices.
Dean’s eyes had gone wide, face pale, but he made no move to run.
Eliot turned, wondering if it was Reivers, wondering if death had found him early, if he had time to have Dean trigger his kill conditioning before they got there. Time enough to make sure he killed Dean before the Reivers got in his way.
It wasn’t…
A dozen sleek metal shuttles half the size of the impala operating with some sort of cloaking devices that made them hard to focus on dropped from a cruiser above them. It was their engines that were letting loose that infernal noise somewhere between a shriek and a growl.
“Hell hounds.” Dean said, suddenly grabbing Eliot by the arm. “Run!”
They bolted, racing to get out of the open parking lot and into the more crowded part of the city where they’d have more cover from shuttles.
There was an alley, too narrow for the crafts to follow them down. Ten yards. Five.
Two.
Dean’s hands connected against his back, a surge of images and thoughts and emotions passing in the contact as the action sent Eliot half flying the rest of the way into the alley.
He hadn’t even hit ground before he was flinging his powers back and out, reaching for Dean where he was being dragged into one of the shuttles and carried away.
Through Dean’s eyes he saw the crew manning the shuttle, their red and black full body uniforms and the distortion of the growing distance made them look more like demons or aliens than actual humans.
Eliot closed his eyes, holding onto Dean’s conscious as long as he could, searching for some hint that could help them get Dean back.
‘You’re pushing too far.’ He could hear Dean in his head like the man was next to him. I felt like Dean was gripping his hand, stabilizing the connection, if only for a minute. ‘You won’t be able to get back soon.’
‘Where are they taking you?’
‘Hell.’
‘I’ll…’
‘Don’t come after me. It’s too dangerous.’
‘No one left behind. Rules of a clan. Rules of a crew.’
‘Just take care of Sam.’ Even with the connection between them growing weaker by the second Eliot could feel the desperation, that old *need* to keep Sam safe that had been the reason Eliot had never called Dean out on the huge lie running between them. Eliot had always known Sam was psychic, even before Dean nearly killed him for being a Reader before this happened. Dean had always kept to the lie that there was nothing special about Sam but Eliot could understand.
The thing between them was… but Eliot would lie to Dean if he thought it would protect Parker or Hardison.
‘Stay alive,’ Eliot told Dean. ‘We’ll get you back.’
‘El-‘
The connection snapped and Eliot hit the Black and shattered.