This is … what happens when you let me watch an entire season of Leverage in a week and a half. *cough* Tír na Cali/Leverage fanfiction crossover.
It’s written in an experimental style for me, and, well, it’s fanfic, so pls. be kind.
(There are a lot of commercials. It’s being played on one of those syndicated-show channels, I suppose, TNT or Spike or something.)
Fade in from commercial. Eliot’s face is twisted, something like hope combined with conflict.
“But you can’t tell anyone.” Anastasia’s voice is very quiet, and very serious. “You tell anyone, you might get us both killed.”
It takes Eliot a moment to find his voice. When he speaks, his voice is a bit rough. “You really think someone’s going to kill you, don’t you?”
“What do they say? ‘It’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you?’ Yes.” Anastasia nods. “I know that at least three of my relatives and one non-rel- non-close-relation would like me dead, and two of them are actively working on it.”
“Lady, what did you do?“
Anastasia’s smile is grim. “I get in the way.”
Eliot nods. He understands getting in the way. “So.” He coughs. “A month.”
“Yes.” She nods slowly. “That’s long enough to satisfy Alessia that you’re not going to go rogue and kill me, short enough that you might not actually go rogue and kill me.”
Eliot takes it in, and nods. “All right.” He looks at the phone, thinks about it for a moment, and dials.
In a suite somewhere else in California, Nate picks up his phone, checks, and speaks very carefully. “This is Nathan Ford.”
“Nate. This is Eliot. I’ve only got three minutes, don’t ask stupid questions.”
“Are you safe?” Nathan mouths “Eliot” to Hardisson, who shifts his typing to another keyboard.
“Right now? I think so. Look… don’t come after me, all right? Lady Anastasia-” He puts emphasis on her name. Nearby, the Lady in question has settled into a chair to listen. “She’s not like her sister, Lady Alessia. I can handle things here until I can find an exit.”
Nathan is scribbling down names. “Do you know how you got taken?”
“Tranq dart.” Eliot sounds disgusted. “They’ve got some good drugs here. Seriously, Nate, don’t try to come in. The Californian security is too tight, and you don’t have me with you. You’ll get caught.”
Nate shares a look with Sohpie. “Eliot – are you being listened to?”
Eliot glances at Anastasia. “I’m wearing a fucking slave collar, Nate, what do you think?”
“I think it’s likely you’re being monitored. So, do you want us to come for you?”
“No!” Eliot’s growl is in full force. “Fuckit, Nate… no.”
“All right, Eliot. I trust you. Listen – take care of yourself.”
“We miss you, Eliot!” Parker leans over Nate to call it into the phone. Nate hangs up the phone and looks over his crew.
“Lady Alessia. Lady Anastasia. Find out everything you can.”
Eliot hangs up the phone. “They’re going to do something stupid.”
Cut to commercial.
Part XI – http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/694293.html
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