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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-07-20 08:06 pm
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Eliot/Jo - Different Demons to Fight
Fandom: Leverage/Supernatural
Title: Different Demons to Fight
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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle
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tamingthemuse Prompt: Marauders
Content Warning: Vague spoilers for Season 5 of Supernatural.
Summary: Eliot never really wound up leaving Jo’s place.
Author’s Note: Part of my Thinking of You series. Set after “Attacks at Last Call.” That stupid episode still making my brain do stupid things.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural or Leverage. They belong to Kripke and Devlin. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Eliot never really wound up leaving Jo’s place.
When someone only sleeps ninety minutes a day, you don’t really need a place with a bedroom and a living room. All Eliot really needed was a kitchen and a storage unit, and that was enough. Jo’s place had a kitchen, and it had some space, and it had Jo.
That, in and of itself, was the major selling point.
Most of his stuff was still in the storage unit, but his things were slowly starting to flow over into hers. His clothes in the closet, his cooking tools in the kitchen—whatever he happened to bring out because he needed just … stayed, as though it didn’t have anywhere else to go. Jo didn’t seem to mind, though. She liked being cooked for, and she liked having company. And he was learning. She was teaching him everything she knew about fighting ghosts and demons and while he wasn’t sure if he even really believed in any of it, but it was still information. Information he could use if he happened to run into a demon or a ghost or a … Wendigo, whatever the hell that was.
The most important part of all of that was him and Jo though. He wasn’t sure when they’d evolved from him catching his ninety minutes on her couch to her having him in her bed, but it happened and it was good—really good. Probably better than either of them had had in a while and they didn’t want to screw it up. They were working on that by pretending that there was nothing to work on at all and just enjoying each other while they had each other. She’d go away for hunts, he’d go away on jobs, but in the end they just came back and it was as though they’d never been gone. Eliot had never had that before.
He kind of liked it.
At least, he liked it until Ellen showed up.
They were in the kitchen. He was working on dinner, and she was in his shirt and little else, when the door opened and there was the sound of heavy boots on the floor. Jo was already going for her shotgun, but froze when she heard the voice that came with it.
“Jo? You here?”
“Momma?”
All it really took was one word to make Eliot freeze up. Eliot didn’t do parents. At that one word, Eliot was looking for the nearest exit, but Jo had him by the shoulders and was using him as a shield when Ellen made her way into the kitchen.
He could tell just by looking at her that Ellen Harvelle was not a woman you wanted to cross. She seemed like the kind of woman who would shoot you between the eyes for even so much as looking at her daughter wrong, and Eliot was standing in her kitchen, half-naked, with Jo standing behind him, also half-naked. He was looking at a slow road to Hell and he knew it.
Ellen, on the other hand, just studied him for a moment, before turning her gaze back to her daughter. “Joanna, we need to talk.” She turned to Eliot. “Mind givin’ us a minute?”
“No, not at all.” He placed the knife down on the counter, and pulled away from Jo. He felt her fingers dig into his shoulders, trying to hold him there, but he wasn’t getting between a mother and her daughter. That was suicide, and Eliot wasn’t looking to die.
That didn’t mean he was going to like what was talked about any less.
“What do you mean it’s the Apocalypse?”
Jo sighed heavily as she packed her bags, giving him a small look as she did. “The Apocalypse. The end of days. Fire raining down from the sky, the Devil walks the earth—”
“I know what the Apocalypse is, Jo,” he glared. “I meant what do you mean you’re goin’ off to fight it?”
“Well, someone’s gotta do something. It’s not like there are hundreds of hunters out there or we have an army.”
Eliot let out a frustrated growl as he sat down on the edge of the bed, running a hand over his face slowly. He didn’t want her to go. There was something in his gut screaming that this was a bad, bad idea, but he didn’t know how to tell her that. He knew that him being worried about her wouldn’t keep her from going. He knew that she believed that this was something she had to do. While he didn’t blame her, he didn’t want her to go either.
“I could go with you. Tell Nate I need some time off—I can back you up.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You’re not askin’, I’m offering. There’s a difference.”
“Well, I don’t accept. Nate and the others need you here to help the people that you help. I’m not going to take you away from this to go fight demons.”
“Someone has to watch your back, Jo.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve got my mom. And I’ve got friends. I’ll be okay.” She moved around the bed to crouch down in front of him, resting her hand on his knee. “You gotta stay here to fight your bad guys while I go fight mine.”
He knew that on some level she was right. Hunting whatever it was they were hunting wasn’t his fight. But that still didn’t mean he liked her leaving. He reached over, one hand coming up to thread his fingers through his hair. “Be careful.”
“I will,” she said softly, leaning in to kiss him. “I’ll be back.”
He held onto the kiss for a moment, and didn’t let her go. She pushed herself up, climbing into his lap and sliding her arms around his neck, kissing him as deeply as she could. He wrapped his arm around her and started to lean back onto the bed, before breaking the kiss and staring at her for a minute. “Wait. Your mom?”
“Motel.” She smirked. “She said she’d give me some time to say goodbye.” She leaned in to kiss him again, long and slow, waiting until he rolled them over so that he was settled on top of her before breaking the kiss. “Why? Wouldn’t do this with a mother around?”
“Not all mothers,” he teased as he nipped at her neck. “Just yours.”
She laughed, tipping her head up as she stretched back beneath him. He grinned down at her, resting his forehead against hers. His face sobered after a minute. “Do you really have to go?”
She gave him a small smile before nodding. “Yeah, I do.” She leaned in to kiss him, pulling him closer. “I’ll be back. I promise.”
He somehow knew the minute she said it that it wasn’t one she was going to keep.
Title: Different Demons to Fight
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle
tamingthemuse Prompt: Marauders Content Warning: Vague spoilers for Season 5 of Supernatural.
Summary: Eliot never really wound up leaving Jo’s place.
Author’s Note: Part of my Thinking of You series. Set after “Attacks at Last Call.” That stupid episode still making my brain do stupid things.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural or Leverage. They belong to Kripke and Devlin. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Eliot never really wound up leaving Jo’s place.
When someone only sleeps ninety minutes a day, you don’t really need a place with a bedroom and a living room. All Eliot really needed was a kitchen and a storage unit, and that was enough. Jo’s place had a kitchen, and it had some space, and it had Jo.
That, in and of itself, was the major selling point.
Most of his stuff was still in the storage unit, but his things were slowly starting to flow over into hers. His clothes in the closet, his cooking tools in the kitchen—whatever he happened to bring out because he needed just … stayed, as though it didn’t have anywhere else to go. Jo didn’t seem to mind, though. She liked being cooked for, and she liked having company. And he was learning. She was teaching him everything she knew about fighting ghosts and demons and while he wasn’t sure if he even really believed in any of it, but it was still information. Information he could use if he happened to run into a demon or a ghost or a … Wendigo, whatever the hell that was.
The most important part of all of that was him and Jo though. He wasn’t sure when they’d evolved from him catching his ninety minutes on her couch to her having him in her bed, but it happened and it was good—really good. Probably better than either of them had had in a while and they didn’t want to screw it up. They were working on that by pretending that there was nothing to work on at all and just enjoying each other while they had each other. She’d go away for hunts, he’d go away on jobs, but in the end they just came back and it was as though they’d never been gone. Eliot had never had that before.
He kind of liked it.
At least, he liked it until Ellen showed up.
They were in the kitchen. He was working on dinner, and she was in his shirt and little else, when the door opened and there was the sound of heavy boots on the floor. Jo was already going for her shotgun, but froze when she heard the voice that came with it.
“Jo? You here?”
“Momma?”
All it really took was one word to make Eliot freeze up. Eliot didn’t do parents. At that one word, Eliot was looking for the nearest exit, but Jo had him by the shoulders and was using him as a shield when Ellen made her way into the kitchen.
He could tell just by looking at her that Ellen Harvelle was not a woman you wanted to cross. She seemed like the kind of woman who would shoot you between the eyes for even so much as looking at her daughter wrong, and Eliot was standing in her kitchen, half-naked, with Jo standing behind him, also half-naked. He was looking at a slow road to Hell and he knew it.
Ellen, on the other hand, just studied him for a moment, before turning her gaze back to her daughter. “Joanna, we need to talk.” She turned to Eliot. “Mind givin’ us a minute?”
“No, not at all.” He placed the knife down on the counter, and pulled away from Jo. He felt her fingers dig into his shoulders, trying to hold him there, but he wasn’t getting between a mother and her daughter. That was suicide, and Eliot wasn’t looking to die.
That didn’t mean he was going to like what was talked about any less.
“What do you mean it’s the Apocalypse?”
Jo sighed heavily as she packed her bags, giving him a small look as she did. “The Apocalypse. The end of days. Fire raining down from the sky, the Devil walks the earth—”
“I know what the Apocalypse is, Jo,” he glared. “I meant what do you mean you’re goin’ off to fight it?”
“Well, someone’s gotta do something. It’s not like there are hundreds of hunters out there or we have an army.”
Eliot let out a frustrated growl as he sat down on the edge of the bed, running a hand over his face slowly. He didn’t want her to go. There was something in his gut screaming that this was a bad, bad idea, but he didn’t know how to tell her that. He knew that him being worried about her wouldn’t keep her from going. He knew that she believed that this was something she had to do. While he didn’t blame her, he didn’t want her to go either.
“I could go with you. Tell Nate I need some time off—I can back you up.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You’re not askin’, I’m offering. There’s a difference.”
“Well, I don’t accept. Nate and the others need you here to help the people that you help. I’m not going to take you away from this to go fight demons.”
“Someone has to watch your back, Jo.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve got my mom. And I’ve got friends. I’ll be okay.” She moved around the bed to crouch down in front of him, resting her hand on his knee. “You gotta stay here to fight your bad guys while I go fight mine.”
He knew that on some level she was right. Hunting whatever it was they were hunting wasn’t his fight. But that still didn’t mean he liked her leaving. He reached over, one hand coming up to thread his fingers through his hair. “Be careful.”
“I will,” she said softly, leaning in to kiss him. “I’ll be back.”
He held onto the kiss for a moment, and didn’t let her go. She pushed herself up, climbing into his lap and sliding her arms around his neck, kissing him as deeply as she could. He wrapped his arm around her and started to lean back onto the bed, before breaking the kiss and staring at her for a minute. “Wait. Your mom?”
“Motel.” She smirked. “She said she’d give me some time to say goodbye.” She leaned in to kiss him again, long and slow, waiting until he rolled them over so that he was settled on top of her before breaking the kiss. “Why? Wouldn’t do this with a mother around?”
“Not all mothers,” he teased as he nipped at her neck. “Just yours.”
She laughed, tipping her head up as she stretched back beneath him. He grinned down at her, resting his forehead against hers. His face sobered after a minute. “Do you really have to go?”
She gave him a small smile before nodding. “Yeah, I do.” She leaned in to kiss him, pulling him closer. “I’ll be back. I promise.”
He somehow knew the minute she said it that it wasn’t one she was going to keep.
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I hope for Eliot's sake (and Jo's of course) that things won't happen as they did on the show.
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