Sorry again to disrupt the usual sterek, but here is another Leverage fic that wouldn’t leave my head until it was written!
Basics: Takes place after S5, OT3 canon-compliant (meaning its not explicitly there yet, but it also is 100% there), 4k, Elliot-centric
Summary: Things are a little different now that it’s just them. Elliot finds he doesn’t mind the changes.
It doesn’t come up right away. Probably because despite
their acquisition of the proverbial Black-book, they have an unspoken agreement
to ease into it. At least, it’s unspoken to Elliot. Maybe Parker and Hardison
have actually talked about it. He doesn’t know how much they talk about the job
during their private life. And he doesn’t need to know – really, the less time
he spends thinking about them together, the better.
Regardless, he is content to follow their lead, even when it
means there are four jobs before he even has a proper fight.
It feels good in all the ways he knows aren’t exactly
healthy. But there is just something different and totally satisfying about his
fists sinking into flesh instead of a cloth punching bag.
And that’s to say nothing of the flash of relief when
someone manages to land a hit on him.
So it’s been a while, but he hasn’t let himself slip, not
when he promised to keep them safe.
So it’s all over in an instant. At one point, one of them had brandished a
knife but honestly, the shallow cut along his right lower rib only ensures he
ends the fight faster.
He wins and more importantly, they win and-
“Are you okay?” Parker asks, cutting smoothly through
Hardison’s dramatic play-by-play of life in the van (Elliot refuses to call it
Lucille. He doesn’t care if the vote is 2-1).
“What are you-?” he asks, frowning.
“The fight,” She says it like it’s obvious. Like he should
have known what she was talking about.