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.
(this appears to be at least a two-parter at this point, in terms of TV episodes.)
Fade in from commercial.
“They’re going to do something stupid.” Eliot is holding Lady Anastasia’s cell phone and looking – affectionately frustrated. She, in turn, looks a little bemused.
“These friends of yours…”
“Team. They’re my team.”
“Special forces?” Her shoulders tense, just a little bit.
“No. Different sort of team.” He looks up at her, clearly weighing what he’s going to say. “We being overheard?”
“Not as long as the phone is off. My apartment is bug-free, at least.”
Eliot looks at the phone, turns it off, and hands it over to Anastasia. His movements are very careful, slow, and deliberate; even so, hers are every bit as cautious as she takes the phone from him and backs – backs – towards the other side of her room.
Eliot tracks her movement. “I’m not going to attack you.” It’s more of a grumble than would really be reassuring, but it gets her attention.
“I didn’t live this long turning my back on warriors.”
“Look, I -” His hands go to the collar around his neck. There’s a twitch that seems to move his entire body. “Look, your Ladyship, I belong to you. Yeah? That’s how it works?”
“That’s how it works.” She is watching him like a rabbit watching a snake. “That doesn’t mean you won’t snap my neck.”
“You’re going to have to turn your back on me eventually. It’s either that or put me back in chains.”
“If you’re as good as I think you are, chains would just irritate you.”
“Enough chains might slow me down.”
“They might. But that would bring its own problems.”
Eliot doesn’t say anything for a minute. His jaw is working but no sound is coming out.
“Tie me up.”
“All right, I’ve got them. This isn’t going to be easy, Nate-”
“It’s never easy. When it’s easy, then everything goes wrong. What do you have?”
“Relax, would you? Look, we’re all stressed about Eliot.” Hardison’s voice is sharper than the words would suggest.
They are sitting around their suite – Nate and Hardison, alone – Nate looking through piles of papers and Hardison manipulating computer networks through a bank of monitors that look entirely out of place.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” There is a glass next to Nate’s elbow; it is empty. He looks at it, looks at the bottle of whisky, and looks back at Hardison. “What do you have?”
“All right, so this family has three sisters, right? Alessia, Anastasia, and Adalia. Pretty common for Tír na Crazy here, except, one, none of them are twins – “
“Man, where you been? They have all the twins, the more royal, the more twin. And secondly, there used to be seven of them.”
Cut to commercial.
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