Distortion of the Senses
Title: Distortion of the Senses
Author: impatient_dream (toots on TtH)
Rating: FR 13
Crossover: BtVS/Leverage
Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy or Leverage. That’s Joss Whedon and Dean Devlin.
Summary: Eliot’s just a little confused. No, really. Shut up, Hardison.
Warning : More a request than a warning, but I haven’t seen most of the current
season, so please, no spoilers.
Author's notes: I tried to write this as a pairing and I just…couldn’t. Parker and Hardison wouldn’t let me.
Eliot was never letting himself get talked into something
like this again. Nevermind what Nate
said or how Parker pouted or that look Hardison kept giving him that said, ‘I believe you’re a good man.’ Sophie was
the only one that had been on his side but that was because she had some kind
of history with the Council.
Still, the basic argument and the reason the Council came to
them with were the same. Dawn Summers
was innocent. And, strangely, that was
Eliot’s problem.
Over the years, somewhere between the Armed Forces and
becoming a retrieval specialist, Eliot had done a lot of bodyguard work. (Most of it had been for Moreau. And he wasn’t willing to talk about any of
it. ‘Client confidentiality’ actually
meant something to him.) Yet, in all his years of living, he’d never met anyone
quite like Dawn. Eliot had been attracted to clients before, hell, he’d slept
with a few of them, (he was a good man but nobody defined his morals but him)
but it wasn’t just Dawn’s body he wanted. It’d only been three days but he loved the way her brain worked, the way
she smiled, the way she saw the best in people. She was beautiful and innocent and too good for a man with as much blood
on his hands as Eliot and he had to get out of there before he did something
she would regret in the morning.
He’d just stood, knowing that Hardison and Parker would have
the apartment covered if he stepped out for a little while, when there was a
crash and a scream. Heart in his throat,
he ran towards the bathroom, barreling at the door and burst into the bathroom…to
find Dawn swearing as she tried to unravel herself from the shower curtain.
She stilled when she saw him, her ire turning to
contrition. “Sorry. I know better than to scream in nonlife
threatening situations but I couldn’t help myself.”
Eliot blinked, reminded again that Dawn Summers wasn’t the
average woman. “Are you okay?”
Hardison seemed to be wondering the same thing, if his
commentary in Eliot’s ear was in indication, but Eliot ignored him.
“Fine,” she said, shrugging even as she snaked a hand out of
the mass of curtain and grabbed her towel, clutching it to her front. “I was just a little startled.”
Hardison’s voice was getting louder in his ear and Eliot
coughed, stepping backwards out of the bathroom. “I’ll just, er, leave you, then.”
Dawn nodded quickly as Hardison said, something a little
satisfied in his voice, “No game,
man. No wonder you keep getting beaten
up by lesbians.”
“Shut up, Hardison,” Eliot growled and jerked to a stop when
he saw Parker standing next to the couch, her arms crossed.
“I’ll stay with Dawn,” she said, scowling at him
fiercely. “You go do things somewhere
else.”
Eliot didn’t argue, fleeing the apartment like dogs of hell
were nipping at his heels. He didn’t
want to think about Parker’s scowl or Hardison’s satisfaction at his lack of game
or his own lack of response to Dawn wet and naked. He’d been sure that his attraction to her
mind extended to her body but he was beginning to doubt that.