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Hi Hedgi! I've never submitted a prompt before but here goes:
For DHD: OG Leverage, Elliot angst in 1x03 "The Two Horse Job". Something regarding him coming home?
(Hi! Yay, your first prompt!!)
"You don't get some kind of homecoming parade," Aimee snapped, storming off.
Homecoming.Eliot takes a step back, like he's reeling from a slap. He wants to stop her, to talk to her. He doesn't move. Homecoming. Somehow that's the word that throws him, not the thought of a parade. A parade is the last thing he wants, so many people looking at him. It's the last thing he deserves, too.
But even if it was something he wanted, even if it was something he'd somehow earned...
He hasn't come home.
This place isn't home, not really. He didn't grow up here. Close enough, sure. And he spent enough time in stables like these, with horses like these, with Aimee. But that's still not right. This isn't where his Dad is. It's not where his Mom's buried.
It hits him like a horse's kick to the chest, the kind that breaks ribs, the kind that makes widows. Grief. He can't afford grief, not in the field. It still gets him, now and again, in those quiet moments like now. It's selfish and pointless and stupid. He's done so much he should regret, so much he does regret, that greets him every morning and stays with him 'til he sleeps, but this is the thing that pricks at him at random.
He should have gone back. For the funeral. He'd have caught hell for it, and a court martial, too. But maybe that would have been worth it, to be here--or close enough-- instead of there when everything went sideways, and sideways again.
He shakes his hair out of his eyes, blinks back the sun. He did come back, once, twice. Too late for it to matter.
Home is where the people who love you are, and Eliot’s not sure he’s really got any of those.
did i write a silly fluffy little leverage ot3 drabble instead of studying for my biochem exam coming up this week? oh 100% i did.
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Prompt 14: "Did you stick to the plan?"
Fandom: Leverage (2008)
Relationships: the team's friendship dynamics
Rating: General
Summary:
The coms are not working, and Nate and Sophie are worried about Parker, Eliot and Hardison.
Short bickering scene, just because.
Nathan was sitting in front of the black TV screen, bouncing his knee and biting his lip. He’d gone through all his nails already and Sophie had smacked his shirt cuff out of his mouth, right before heading to the kitchenette of their suite muttering “Unbelievable”.
She was babbling now, listing all the completely innocuous possible explanations she could think of while assembling a couple of sandwiches, but Nate knew she was as worried as him. They’d lost audio first, and shortly after they dropped from the reception venue CCTV. He had known it was a bad idea to put Hardison on the field and stay with the tech in the hotel, but the target knew both him and Sophie, so it couldn’t be helped. In his mind, several different extraction plans had been unfolding since losing contact 5 hours ago, and he was sure Sophie had half a mind of going downstairs. He’d seen her glance at her wardrobe and touch her hair absent-mindedly, plotting different outfits that could get her in.
It was 50 minutes past the agreed ETA and Nathan could not wait any longer:
“Sophie, I think we should—”
The door to the suite opened brusquely and in came Eliot, almost succeeding at containing his anger.
“Get in”, he stage-whispered. “Now!”
Parker and Hardison hurried inside, Eliot shut the door and the three of them immediately launched into loud bickering.
“How was I supposed to know?!” whined Parker.
“You should have known!” boomed Eliot.
“Don’t be so harsh, man, she—,” said Alec.
“No, don’t make me the bad guy! She should have known because you should have told her!”
“I did tell her! In a way…”
“Ugh! I can’t deal with you two right now!”
“Okay, Grumpy McGrumpface, maybe Nate could have warned me if someone hadn’t cut us out!” countered Parker. Alec gasped audibly at that:
“It was you? What— What the hell did you do? I’ve been trying to fix this shit with a smartphone, a Stone Age pocket console and the hotel’s courtesy WiFi while pretending to be African royalty because Eliot “Perfect Little Soldier” Spencer broke something?!”
Eliot was already squaring himself and pointing at Alec a menacing finger when Sophie interjected:
“Children, children, enough!”, she exclaimed as she walked up to them and rubbed motherly Parker and Eliot’s shoulders.
The three of them took a mildly frustrated breath in and did their best to sober up, only to be faced by an arms-crossing, brow-frowning, lips-pursing Nathan.
“Nate,” said Hardison, raising his palms defensively. “I can explain.”
“Did you stick to the plan?” he asked, scratching one eyebrow and bracing for the answer.
“No, we didn’t,” spat Eliot, giving the stink eye to Parker and Hardison.
“Parker stole from the client,” explained Hardison.
“What?!” said Sophie and Nate in unison, which prompted Parker to whine and stomp in her place while she produced a zip bag full of priceless ancient Norse jewelry.
“Seriously, how was I supposed to know our client was the Consul of—-”
“Ah, bah bah bah bap! No names. No names,” interrupted Nate, making a halt sign with his hand. She huffed and shoved the bag against his open palm before heading to the kitchenette. Cereal box in hand she pointed her finger at all of them.
“We never have rich politician clients! You should have warned me!” and she proceeded to stuff her face with multicolored high carbs bites.
Sophie, Hardisson and Eliot turned to Nathan, who was weighing the bag in his hand. After a couple of seconds he said:
“Did you at least steal what we were actually supposed to steal?”
Eliot tossed at him a fist sized velvet box without a word.
“Good,” said Nathan. “I’m going down to fix this. You stay and tell Sophie everything about how you collectively managed to mess this up.”
He winked and left.