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#058 Pot-Valor - Leverage - The Right Thing
Title: The Right Thing (The Pot-Valor Job)
Fandom: Leverage
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: Mature
Words: 655
Characters/Pairing: Alec/Eliot/Parker (OT3)
Summary: Pot valor, with a twist
Notes: Takes place after "The Long Way Down Job," but not necessary to be familiar with it. Lots of good stuff in that ep. I always loved Alec's line during the end scene. He's talking to Parker supposedly about their relationship, but he says, 'we *all* work okay.' I don't need much more encouragement than that. Sure, there might be some issues with having them get together at this point, but we're fanfic writers, we can bend canon to our will.
"I love you, man!" an inebriated Alec Hardison announced with the sincerity of the totally sloshed, throwing an arm around Eliot and pulling him closer. "I really do." Now he sounded slightly teary-eyed.
Eliot rolled his eyes, removing the offending arm. Hardison was so touchy-feely all the damn time, although Eliot kept the real reason for his annoyance a closely guarded secret.
None of them were teetotalers, but except for Nate, they didn't imbibe enough to get drunk. He didn't remember seeing Hardison intoxicated before, although he acted just as Eliot would have imagined. He briefly pondered what type of drunk the rest of them would be. Nate was mean and reckless. He himself was a happy drunk (although he'd die before letting the others find out), and Alec was an overly affectionate one. What would Parker be? Sophie? If he had to guess, Sophie would probably be the type to start reminiscing about all the grifts she'd pulled. Parker… he decided he didn't even want to try and guess that one.
"No, really." Hardison put his arm back and threw his other one around Parker. "I love the hell outta the both of you!"
"I knew I shouldn't've hugged him before we went up that mountain," Eliot groused, throwing Parker a solidarity glance.
Parker was shooting strange looks at their drunk friend; their meaning lost to him. He mentally shrugged. This was Parker. Nothing good came from trying to guess what went on inside her head. The very idea was terrifying.
"I thought I was gonna lose you when we lost contact there for a while…" he put his arm back and moved closer to Eliot's body. "I can't lose you, man."
They'd just returned from helping Alan Scott's wife get the evidence she needed to prove that Merced Financial was involved in illegally taking people's homes and that Alan was murdered. It involved him and Parker climbing a mountain, and come to think of it, Hardison was entirely too physical then, too.
"Dammit, Hardison!" Eliot tried moving away, but there was nowhere to go, and he was trapped against the corner of the sofa. "You need to stick to orange soda, dude!"
Undaunted, Alec's arms tightened around the both of them. "You're my people, man. We're just… we're good together, ya know? You feel it, don't you?"
Alarmed at the direction things were taking, Eliot raised himself up, intending to go over Hardison to get away if he had to.
The move dislodged Alec's arm, and it somehow ended up in Eliot's lap. Stayed there. And squeezed.
"Feels like you're definitely feelin' it to me," Alec said in a suspiciously sober voice. Totally sober, in fact.
Feeling far too exposed, Eliot was about to make his getaway; however, before he could move, Parker was on him, straddling him to keep him in place.
"Just listen to us, okay?!"
"You set me up!"
"Hardison's idea was stupid, but he's right," Parker continued.
"Hey, it worked, didn't it!" Alec moved even closer, although Eliot couldn't have said how that was possible. "Didn't it?"
Surrounded by the two of them, feeling the heat of their bodies that was more than attraction, more like connection, he considered the possibilities. He could deny his feelings, as he'd been doing for a long time. Protect himself, which had been his habit most of his life. They also guarded themselves, especially Parker. He could reject them (which would be a lie). He pictured Parker's hurt expression, the way Alec would give him the cold shoulder afterward. For what? They'd been brave enough to lay their cards on the table; was Eliot too much of a coward to do the same?
"Maybe," Eliot conceded, letting a slight grin show. No point in making it too easy on them, although he couldn't resist putting his arms around Parker's waist.
"We all work okay," she said.
Eliot bowed to the inevitable. "More than okay."
The end
Fandom: Leverage
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: Mature
Words: 655
Characters/Pairing: Alec/Eliot/Parker (OT3)
Summary: Pot valor, with a twist
Notes: Takes place after "The Long Way Down Job," but not necessary to be familiar with it. Lots of good stuff in that ep. I always loved Alec's line during the end scene. He's talking to Parker supposedly about their relationship, but he says, 'we *all* work okay.' I don't need much more encouragement than that. Sure, there might be some issues with having them get together at this point, but we're fanfic writers, we can bend canon to our will.
"I love you, man!" an inebriated Alec Hardison announced with the sincerity of the totally sloshed, throwing an arm around Eliot and pulling him closer. "I really do." Now he sounded slightly teary-eyed.
Eliot rolled his eyes, removing the offending arm. Hardison was so touchy-feely all the damn time, although Eliot kept the real reason for his annoyance a closely guarded secret.
None of them were teetotalers, but except for Nate, they didn't imbibe enough to get drunk. He didn't remember seeing Hardison intoxicated before, although he acted just as Eliot would have imagined. He briefly pondered what type of drunk the rest of them would be. Nate was mean and reckless. He himself was a happy drunk (although he'd die before letting the others find out), and Alec was an overly affectionate one. What would Parker be? Sophie? If he had to guess, Sophie would probably be the type to start reminiscing about all the grifts she'd pulled. Parker… he decided he didn't even want to try and guess that one.
"No, really." Hardison put his arm back and threw his other one around Parker. "I love the hell outta the both of you!"
"I knew I shouldn't've hugged him before we went up that mountain," Eliot groused, throwing Parker a solidarity glance.
Parker was shooting strange looks at their drunk friend; their meaning lost to him. He mentally shrugged. This was Parker. Nothing good came from trying to guess what went on inside her head. The very idea was terrifying.
"I thought I was gonna lose you when we lost contact there for a while…" he put his arm back and moved closer to Eliot's body. "I can't lose you, man."
They'd just returned from helping Alan Scott's wife get the evidence she needed to prove that Merced Financial was involved in illegally taking people's homes and that Alan was murdered. It involved him and Parker climbing a mountain, and come to think of it, Hardison was entirely too physical then, too.
"Dammit, Hardison!" Eliot tried moving away, but there was nowhere to go, and he was trapped against the corner of the sofa. "You need to stick to orange soda, dude!"
Undaunted, Alec's arms tightened around the both of them. "You're my people, man. We're just… we're good together, ya know? You feel it, don't you?"
Alarmed at the direction things were taking, Eliot raised himself up, intending to go over Hardison to get away if he had to.
The move dislodged Alec's arm, and it somehow ended up in Eliot's lap. Stayed there. And squeezed.
"Feels like you're definitely feelin' it to me," Alec said in a suspiciously sober voice. Totally sober, in fact.
Feeling far too exposed, Eliot was about to make his getaway; however, before he could move, Parker was on him, straddling him to keep him in place.
"Just listen to us, okay?!"
"You set me up!"
"Hardison's idea was stupid, but he's right," Parker continued.
"Hey, it worked, didn't it!" Alec moved even closer, although Eliot couldn't have said how that was possible. "Didn't it?"
Surrounded by the two of them, feeling the heat of their bodies that was more than attraction, more like connection, he considered the possibilities. He could deny his feelings, as he'd been doing for a long time. Protect himself, which had been his habit most of his life. They also guarded themselves, especially Parker. He could reject them (which would be a lie). He pictured Parker's hurt expression, the way Alec would give him the cold shoulder afterward. For what? They'd been brave enough to lay their cards on the table; was Eliot too much of a coward to do the same?
"Maybe," Eliot conceded, letting a slight grin show. No point in making it too easy on them, although he couldn't resist putting his arms around Parker's waist.
"We all work okay," she said.
Eliot bowed to the inevitable. "More than okay."
The end