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Eliot/Jo - Attacks at Last Call
Fandom: Leverage/Supernatural
Title: Attacks at Last Call
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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Jo Harvelle
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tamingthemuse Prompt: All that glistens is not gold.
xoverland Challenge: Short Story contest
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Jo didn’t expect the demons to bother her when she was at work.
Author’s Note: Stupid Alona being on Leverage making my brain do stupid things. This is set around early Season 2 of Leverage, and the space between Season 4 and Season 5 of Supernatural. There might be more. I’m not sure yet.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Dean Devlin and Eric Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
CRACK!
Jo hit the wall, and it knocked the wind out of her. She had taken worse hits than that recently, but that was the one that stunned her for a second. She started to roll over as the demon came at her again, trying to protect her face and stomach from the nice hard kick to her side. She was shoved back up against the wall again, and let her body land on the ground with a groan.
“Okay,” she sighed, one hand scrambling for where her shotgun had fallen. “Now you’re just pissin’ me off.”
“Aww, did I give Hunter Barbie a boo-boo?” the demon sneered, black eyes visible as it landed another kick, right to her stomach, the wind being forced from her again. He then took a step forward, kicking her shot gun out of the way. “What’re you gonna do now, Blondie? No one’s comin’ to help.”
Her body started to rise off the ground, and then suddenly she was flying again, through the glass window of the bar and tumbling down onto the cement of the sidewalk. She could feel blood flowing over the cuts from the glass, and her whole body hurt, but that wasn’t the first thing that popped out of her mouth.
“That window is going to be a bitch to replace.”
What happened after that had her cursing her damn luck.
“Jo?”
Somehow, someway, she managed to roll to a stop right at Eliot Spencer’s feet.
Tonight officially sucked.
She had only been working at McRory’s a few weeks. She wasn’t sure what was up in Boston, but there were more demons coming out of the woodwork than there were hunters to hunt them, so when Boston seemed to be a popular vacation, she figured it was best to set up shop for a while and see what she could find. Cora McRory hired her pretty quickly, the money was good, the tips were good, and the customers—well, some of the customers were excellent. She and Eliot had been flirting on and off ever since she arrived, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that quite yet, but it had been a while since a guy that wasn’t interested in just a quick piece of ass had shown an interest.
Well, maybe Eliot was just interested in a quick piece of ass, but he was better at covering it than most hunters were, so either way—it was a step up.
Jo had managed to keep the demon hunting to the side and away from the customers until tonight. Tonight the demon came to her and was causing major damage to her place of employment, and that wasn’t a good thing in and of itself. The fact that Eliot just got tossed into the mix just made things worse.
“Eliot. Hey.”
“Well, what do we have here?” the demon sneered, looking human for a moment, before turning pitch black eyes in Eliot’s direction. “Barbie’s found a Ken for me to break?” Eliot stumbled back in surprise, not really sure what to do with that. The demon just smirked again. “Sorry. Looks like your knight in shining armor’s falling through.”
The demon’s fingers laced through her hair, yanking her back through the broken window, and she cried out at the dig of the broken glass back into her body. That seemed to be enough to snap Eliot out of it, and he charged forward, landing a few punches and kicks before the demon used it’s telekinesis to toss him back over the bar. The demon tossed Jo to the side inside the bar, before responding.
“Stay where you are, short stuff. I have to take care of this guy first.”
Jo didn’t bother to watch. She was going for her shot gun. She was bleeding all over the place, but she couldn’t let the demon kill Eliot, and she was the only shot he had. And if that was the case, she had to move fast. She reached the barrel of the shot gun and yanked it towards her, before rolling over onto her back. The demon had Eliot by the throat, looking like he was getting ready to snap his neck.
“Are you watching, Blondie? Because I would be if I were you.”
“Hey big boy. Stop calling me ‘Blondie.’”
The demon snapped around to look at her, turning his body just enough that she could get off a shot without hitting Eliot. The other man dropped to the ground, while the demon was blown backwards against the wall. Jo didn’t waste any time, starting on the Latin as quickly as she could. She was pretty sure that was the fastest exorcism she’d ever managed to pull off, and she was mostly surprised that it had actually worked. But there it was, the black plume of smoke rising up into the ceiling, and she was pushing to her feet, starting to stumble forward towards the body.
“You alright?”
It was directed at Eliot, but she didn’t actually look at him, more focused on the glint of gold around the former meat suit’s neck. The man was dead—she knew that much. But there was something she needed to get off the body before the police got there and considered it her taking evidence.
“I’m good,” Eliot replied, watching her as she yanked the necklace off his neck. “You’re bleeding.”
“Son of a bitch tossed me through a window and then dragged me back through the shards. If I wasn’t bleeding, I’d think there was something wrong.” She gave him a bit of a look at that, before stumbling back towards him. “Gotta call the cops. Deal with the dead body. I don’t need anything else on my record.”
Eliot gripped her elbow as he lowered her into a seat, looking her over carefully to make sure she was okay. “Gonna tell me what the hell that was?”
“Call the cops,” she said softly, giving him a small smile. “And I promise I will tell you everything when we get to the hospital.”
Eliot watched her for a moment, before nodding and reaching for his phone. “I’m holding you to that.”
“Yeah,” she sighed, a bit of a smirk coming back to her voice. “You do that, cowboy.”
***
“So that was a demon.”
Jo was on her stomach on the gurney waiting for the doctor to come back to dress the stitches on her back. She had the necklace she had taken from her body, the golden charm glistening in the bright hospital light. “Yup,” she said sleepily. “That was a demon. They actually exist. And they are running rampant around Boston.”
Eliot was quiet for a moment, but she kept her eyes focused on the charm. She could feel his eyes, though. They traced the curve over her back before darting back to her face again, and she couldn’t help but smirk, but away from him. He huffed after a minute, before responding. “And you hunt them.”
“Yup,” she sighed. “Sort of runs in the family.” She tilted her hand to catch the charm in her hand, before tilting her head to actually look at him again. “My dad was a hunter. My mom owned a hunter bar. I picked up things as I went.”
“You’re what? A hundred pounds soaking wet? That thing was tossing me around like a rag doll—what makes you think you can fight ‘em?”
Normally when people questioned her ability to do her job, she’d be offended. But the way Eliot said it, there was just enough concern in his voice that she couldn’t help the smirk. “Be careful, what you say, Spencer.” He glared back at her, and she shook her head. “I sent the thing back to Hell, didn’t I? And I’ve met demons that have torn me up worse than this.”
“He nearly killed you.”
“But he didn’t.” She shifted the way she was lying, so that she was sitting up more, feeling the slight pull of her stitches stretching. “And as I said—you better be careful. I might start to think you care about me or something.”
“Or something?”
“Yeah. Or something.”
He met her stare with a challenging look, but before he could respond, the doctor walked back in and finished what he was doing. As soon as the wounds were dressed, he handed her a prescription sheet. “That’s something for the pain. Though, it’s strong stuff, so I wouldn’t recommend taking yourself home.”
“Don’t need ‘em, Doc,” she replied, starting to reach for her clothes. “Gimme a bottle of whiskey and I’ll be fine.”
Eliot watched her for a moment, before reaching forward to take the scrip. “I’ll take her home.”
Jo turned back to look at him for a minute. “I can take care of myself, Eliot.”
“I’ll take you home, Jo.” There was something in his tone that indicated that if she told him he wasn’t again, he would throw her over his shoulder and drag her home, and he wasn’t going to be gentle about it. She sighed heavily, before turning back to the doctor with a thin smirk.
“I guess he’s taking me home.”
The doctor smirked back at her, before nodding. “I’ll go get the discharge papers.”
Eliot and Jo both watched him go, and when he finally looked back at her, she was glaring. “What, you think I should just let you go home? Alone?” There was a beat. “With the demons?”
She just looked at him a minute, before starting to laugh. “Yeah. Because having you there will be so much better.”
Eliot just threw up his hands frustrated, before tossing the scrip back at her. “You know what? Fine. Don’t take my help. Walk home, get eaten by one of the damn things—see if I care.” He started to walk away and she just laughed some more, before reaching for his hand.
“Eliot. El.” She waited until he turned to face her again before giving him a small smile. “I’m teasing. I don’t mind if you take me home.” He looked back at her for a minute before relenting and giving her hand a soft squeeze. The corner of her mouth twitched up a bit, before leaning in closer. “But we’re staying at my place.”
“Why your place?”
“Because I will bet you anything you don’t have nearly enough salt.”
“Salt? You need salt.”
She smirked a bit before patting him on the cheek lightly. “You’re so cute when you’re out of your element.”
“I’m—” he glared at her for a minute, before shaking his head. “Let’s go.”
“Lead the way.”
Title: Attacks at Last Call
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Jo Harvelle
tamingthemuse Prompt: All that glistens is not gold.xoverland Challenge: Short Story contestContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Jo didn’t expect the demons to bother her when she was at work.
Author’s Note: Stupid Alona being on Leverage making my brain do stupid things. This is set around early Season 2 of Leverage, and the space between Season 4 and Season 5 of Supernatural. There might be more. I’m not sure yet.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Dean Devlin and Eric Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
CRACK!
Jo hit the wall, and it knocked the wind out of her. She had taken worse hits than that recently, but that was the one that stunned her for a second. She started to roll over as the demon came at her again, trying to protect her face and stomach from the nice hard kick to her side. She was shoved back up against the wall again, and let her body land on the ground with a groan.
“Okay,” she sighed, one hand scrambling for where her shotgun had fallen. “Now you’re just pissin’ me off.”
“Aww, did I give Hunter Barbie a boo-boo?” the demon sneered, black eyes visible as it landed another kick, right to her stomach, the wind being forced from her again. He then took a step forward, kicking her shot gun out of the way. “What’re you gonna do now, Blondie? No one’s comin’ to help.”
Her body started to rise off the ground, and then suddenly she was flying again, through the glass window of the bar and tumbling down onto the cement of the sidewalk. She could feel blood flowing over the cuts from the glass, and her whole body hurt, but that wasn’t the first thing that popped out of her mouth.
“That window is going to be a bitch to replace.”
What happened after that had her cursing her damn luck.
“Jo?”
Somehow, someway, she managed to roll to a stop right at Eliot Spencer’s feet.
Tonight officially sucked.
She had only been working at McRory’s a few weeks. She wasn’t sure what was up in Boston, but there were more demons coming out of the woodwork than there were hunters to hunt them, so when Boston seemed to be a popular vacation, she figured it was best to set up shop for a while and see what she could find. Cora McRory hired her pretty quickly, the money was good, the tips were good, and the customers—well, some of the customers were excellent. She and Eliot had been flirting on and off ever since she arrived, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that quite yet, but it had been a while since a guy that wasn’t interested in just a quick piece of ass had shown an interest.
Well, maybe Eliot was just interested in a quick piece of ass, but he was better at covering it than most hunters were, so either way—it was a step up.
Jo had managed to keep the demon hunting to the side and away from the customers until tonight. Tonight the demon came to her and was causing major damage to her place of employment, and that wasn’t a good thing in and of itself. The fact that Eliot just got tossed into the mix just made things worse.
“Eliot. Hey.”
“Well, what do we have here?” the demon sneered, looking human for a moment, before turning pitch black eyes in Eliot’s direction. “Barbie’s found a Ken for me to break?” Eliot stumbled back in surprise, not really sure what to do with that. The demon just smirked again. “Sorry. Looks like your knight in shining armor’s falling through.”
The demon’s fingers laced through her hair, yanking her back through the broken window, and she cried out at the dig of the broken glass back into her body. That seemed to be enough to snap Eliot out of it, and he charged forward, landing a few punches and kicks before the demon used it’s telekinesis to toss him back over the bar. The demon tossed Jo to the side inside the bar, before responding.
“Stay where you are, short stuff. I have to take care of this guy first.”
Jo didn’t bother to watch. She was going for her shot gun. She was bleeding all over the place, but she couldn’t let the demon kill Eliot, and she was the only shot he had. And if that was the case, she had to move fast. She reached the barrel of the shot gun and yanked it towards her, before rolling over onto her back. The demon had Eliot by the throat, looking like he was getting ready to snap his neck.
“Are you watching, Blondie? Because I would be if I were you.”
“Hey big boy. Stop calling me ‘Blondie.’”
The demon snapped around to look at her, turning his body just enough that she could get off a shot without hitting Eliot. The other man dropped to the ground, while the demon was blown backwards against the wall. Jo didn’t waste any time, starting on the Latin as quickly as she could. She was pretty sure that was the fastest exorcism she’d ever managed to pull off, and she was mostly surprised that it had actually worked. But there it was, the black plume of smoke rising up into the ceiling, and she was pushing to her feet, starting to stumble forward towards the body.
“You alright?”
It was directed at Eliot, but she didn’t actually look at him, more focused on the glint of gold around the former meat suit’s neck. The man was dead—she knew that much. But there was something she needed to get off the body before the police got there and considered it her taking evidence.
“I’m good,” Eliot replied, watching her as she yanked the necklace off his neck. “You’re bleeding.”
“Son of a bitch tossed me through a window and then dragged me back through the shards. If I wasn’t bleeding, I’d think there was something wrong.” She gave him a bit of a look at that, before stumbling back towards him. “Gotta call the cops. Deal with the dead body. I don’t need anything else on my record.”
Eliot gripped her elbow as he lowered her into a seat, looking her over carefully to make sure she was okay. “Gonna tell me what the hell that was?”
“Call the cops,” she said softly, giving him a small smile. “And I promise I will tell you everything when we get to the hospital.”
Eliot watched her for a moment, before nodding and reaching for his phone. “I’m holding you to that.”
“Yeah,” she sighed, a bit of a smirk coming back to her voice. “You do that, cowboy.”
***
“So that was a demon.”
Jo was on her stomach on the gurney waiting for the doctor to come back to dress the stitches on her back. She had the necklace she had taken from her body, the golden charm glistening in the bright hospital light. “Yup,” she said sleepily. “That was a demon. They actually exist. And they are running rampant around Boston.”
Eliot was quiet for a moment, but she kept her eyes focused on the charm. She could feel his eyes, though. They traced the curve over her back before darting back to her face again, and she couldn’t help but smirk, but away from him. He huffed after a minute, before responding. “And you hunt them.”
“Yup,” she sighed. “Sort of runs in the family.” She tilted her hand to catch the charm in her hand, before tilting her head to actually look at him again. “My dad was a hunter. My mom owned a hunter bar. I picked up things as I went.”
“You’re what? A hundred pounds soaking wet? That thing was tossing me around like a rag doll—what makes you think you can fight ‘em?”
Normally when people questioned her ability to do her job, she’d be offended. But the way Eliot said it, there was just enough concern in his voice that she couldn’t help the smirk. “Be careful, what you say, Spencer.” He glared back at her, and she shook her head. “I sent the thing back to Hell, didn’t I? And I’ve met demons that have torn me up worse than this.”
“He nearly killed you.”
“But he didn’t.” She shifted the way she was lying, so that she was sitting up more, feeling the slight pull of her stitches stretching. “And as I said—you better be careful. I might start to think you care about me or something.”
“Or something?”
“Yeah. Or something.”
He met her stare with a challenging look, but before he could respond, the doctor walked back in and finished what he was doing. As soon as the wounds were dressed, he handed her a prescription sheet. “That’s something for the pain. Though, it’s strong stuff, so I wouldn’t recommend taking yourself home.”
“Don’t need ‘em, Doc,” she replied, starting to reach for her clothes. “Gimme a bottle of whiskey and I’ll be fine.”
Eliot watched her for a moment, before reaching forward to take the scrip. “I’ll take her home.”
Jo turned back to look at him for a minute. “I can take care of myself, Eliot.”
“I’ll take you home, Jo.” There was something in his tone that indicated that if she told him he wasn’t again, he would throw her over his shoulder and drag her home, and he wasn’t going to be gentle about it. She sighed heavily, before turning back to the doctor with a thin smirk.
“I guess he’s taking me home.”
The doctor smirked back at her, before nodding. “I’ll go get the discharge papers.”
Eliot and Jo both watched him go, and when he finally looked back at her, she was glaring. “What, you think I should just let you go home? Alone?” There was a beat. “With the demons?”
She just looked at him a minute, before starting to laugh. “Yeah. Because having you there will be so much better.”
Eliot just threw up his hands frustrated, before tossing the scrip back at her. “You know what? Fine. Don’t take my help. Walk home, get eaten by one of the damn things—see if I care.” He started to walk away and she just laughed some more, before reaching for his hand.
“Eliot. El.” She waited until he turned to face her again before giving him a small smile. “I’m teasing. I don’t mind if you take me home.” He looked back at her for a minute before relenting and giving her hand a soft squeeze. The corner of her mouth twitched up a bit, before leaning in closer. “But we’re staying at my place.”
“Why your place?”
“Because I will bet you anything you don’t have nearly enough salt.”
“Salt? You need salt.”
She smirked a bit before patting him on the cheek lightly. “You’re so cute when you’re out of your element.”
“I’m—” he glared at her for a minute, before shaking his head. “Let’s go.”
“Lead the way.”
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Nicely written, and very in character :) I'd love to see more of these two together.
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But I'm glad you liked it!
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Can't wait to read your other fics. :-)
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And I'm glad you liked it.