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#060 Accismus - Leverage - Better Together
Title: Better Together
Fandom: Leverage
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Eliot, Hardison. Readers are free to interpret as friendship or pre-slash/OT3.
Words: 491
Summary: Eliot learns some enlightening things about Hardison's choices regarding their new headquarters in Portland.
Note: I know nothing about craft beers. I wanted something that sounded weird, but upon googling it turns out there is indeed a watercress beer.
Always wanted to open up my own restaurant. Now I'm probably gonna get stuck making sure Hardison's doesn’t go out of business.
--Eliot, "The Real Fake Car Job"
Eliot concentrated on chopping up the vegetables in front of him. It was like meditation, focusing on reducing each one into many parts, ready to be later mixed with others. There was a metaphor for his life there somewhere, but he wasn't sure he wanted to contemplate that too closely.
Despite his better judgment, he was helping Hardison with the Brew Pub, planning the menu to compliment the craft beer, and fighting a valiant battle to keep the other two from serving up such things as Thief Juice, Jicama Stout, or whatever other bad idea they might come up with.
Hardison slid onto a stool on the other side of the bar and watched him for a few minutes, and Eliot pretended to ignore him.
Alec nodded his head towards the food. "I think you should whip up a watercress salad. It would nicely complement our newest beer. I call it Ludicrous Watercress."
Eliot glared at him without deigning to comment.
"Dammit, Hardison?" Alec guessed with a raised eyebrow.
Eliot shook his head. "That's actually not a bad idea. The peppery flavor could add a nice little zing to the brew, depending on what else you blend with it. Eighty-six the name, though."
"Zing?" Alec teased. "See? This was a great idea. The three of us running a pub as a side business."
"The three of us, huh?"
"Why do you think I picked this place?"
"I don't know; Nate likes booze; it's a good cover…."
"And you like cooking."
"Yeah, so?"
"I bought it for you."
Eliot stared at him, speechless.
"Just like I knew Sophie couldn't pass up that old theater. Y'all need something besides the job, something that brings you joy."
Eliot blinked at him. He opened his mouth to make a crack about Hardison and his weird online games but closed it again, suddenly not wanting to make light of the gesture. He was a master at using accismus to deflect attention from his true feelings, pretending he wanted nothing to do with Hardison's attempts at making them into one happy family, but the truth was the opposite. These people, especially Hardison and Parker, had gotten under his skin. He could be happy with them… if he wasn't afraid of the implications. And the risk to his heart.
"What about Parker?" he asked.
"Out of all of us, she's the one I worry least about. She finds her enjoyment wherever she is."
"Yeah," Eliot added, "as long as there's money, something to jump off of, chocolate, and vents."
Hardison had obviously put a lot of thought into preparing their new base, ensuring it had something for everyone.
"Why do you care so much?" Eliot surprised himself by asking.
"We're good together." Hardison stood and snagged a carrot slice, popping it into his mouth. "If you haven't noticed," he added as he headed for the inner office.
"Oh, I've noticed," Eliot murmured to the retreating form. "I've noticed."
No, I don't have a family
Not the way you mean, anyway.
--Eliot, "The Blue Line Job"
THE END
Fandom: Leverage
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Eliot, Hardison. Readers are free to interpret as friendship or pre-slash/OT3.
Words: 491
Summary: Eliot learns some enlightening things about Hardison's choices regarding their new headquarters in Portland.
Note: I know nothing about craft beers. I wanted something that sounded weird, but upon googling it turns out there is indeed a watercress beer.
Always wanted to open up my own restaurant. Now I'm probably gonna get stuck making sure Hardison's doesn’t go out of business.
--Eliot, "The Real Fake Car Job"
Eliot concentrated on chopping up the vegetables in front of him. It was like meditation, focusing on reducing each one into many parts, ready to be later mixed with others. There was a metaphor for his life there somewhere, but he wasn't sure he wanted to contemplate that too closely.
Despite his better judgment, he was helping Hardison with the Brew Pub, planning the menu to compliment the craft beer, and fighting a valiant battle to keep the other two from serving up such things as Thief Juice, Jicama Stout, or whatever other bad idea they might come up with.
Hardison slid onto a stool on the other side of the bar and watched him for a few minutes, and Eliot pretended to ignore him.
Alec nodded his head towards the food. "I think you should whip up a watercress salad. It would nicely complement our newest beer. I call it Ludicrous Watercress."
Eliot glared at him without deigning to comment.
"Dammit, Hardison?" Alec guessed with a raised eyebrow.
Eliot shook his head. "That's actually not a bad idea. The peppery flavor could add a nice little zing to the brew, depending on what else you blend with it. Eighty-six the name, though."
"Zing?" Alec teased. "See? This was a great idea. The three of us running a pub as a side business."
"The three of us, huh?"
"Why do you think I picked this place?"
"I don't know; Nate likes booze; it's a good cover…."
"And you like cooking."
"Yeah, so?"
"I bought it for you."
Eliot stared at him, speechless.
"Just like I knew Sophie couldn't pass up that old theater. Y'all need something besides the job, something that brings you joy."
Eliot blinked at him. He opened his mouth to make a crack about Hardison and his weird online games but closed it again, suddenly not wanting to make light of the gesture. He was a master at using accismus to deflect attention from his true feelings, pretending he wanted nothing to do with Hardison's attempts at making them into one happy family, but the truth was the opposite. These people, especially Hardison and Parker, had gotten under his skin. He could be happy with them… if he wasn't afraid of the implications. And the risk to his heart.
"What about Parker?" he asked.
"Out of all of us, she's the one I worry least about. She finds her enjoyment wherever she is."
"Yeah," Eliot added, "as long as there's money, something to jump off of, chocolate, and vents."
Hardison had obviously put a lot of thought into preparing their new base, ensuring it had something for everyone.
"Why do you care so much?" Eliot surprised himself by asking.
"We're good together." Hardison stood and snagged a carrot slice, popping it into his mouth. "If you haven't noticed," he added as he headed for the inner office.
"Oh, I've noticed," Eliot murmured to the retreating form. "I've noticed."
No, I don't have a family
Not the way you mean, anyway.
--Eliot, "The Blue Line Job"
THE END