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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-10-24 01:42 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-10-24 01:42 pm
Hardison/Buffy - Bring it, Snot Boy
Fandom: Leverage/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Title: Bring it, Snot Boy
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Alec Hardison/Buffy Summers
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xoverland Prompt: 6. Demon (Leverage)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: There was a tiny blond standing in the front of McRory’s, covered in slime.
Author’s Note: … I don’t even know. This is a product of my crack filled brain and nothing else.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Dean Devlin and Joss Whedon. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
There was a tiny blond standing in the front of McRory’s, covered in slime.
“I hate Boston,” she muttered, making her way over to the bar. She stopped next to Hardison before giving the bartender the most cheerful smile she can manage. She didn’t touch anything, didn’t even come close, and just stood there, and spoke again. “Hi. Do you maybe have a bathroom that I could use to clean up?”
The bartender eyed her carefully, before shaking his head. “Don’t know how clean you’re gonna get in there, but sure.”
She nodded. “I know. But I’m gonna try anyway.”
Normally, Hardison wasn’t the kind of guy to offer a shower to a girl out of nowhere, but she seemed to be in pretty dire straits, and well—Hardison had never said no to a pretty girl. He straightened a bit on the stool, before turning to face her. “You know—there are apartments upstairs, if you need like, a shower or somethin’.”
The blond turned to face him, and she gave him a grateful smile before shaking her head. “Sure. But I have the feeling that tenants are opposed to breaking and entering as a general rule.”
“Not if the tenant gives you permission,” he said with a grin, before pointing to the stairs. “I live here. And I’m the landlord. So I think that pretty much covers all the permission you need.”
She stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was serious. “You don’t even know who I am.”
“No girl should have to walk around covered in slime. But if you’re so worried about it,” he extended a hand across him to her. “Alec Hardison.”
She watched him for a moment, before extending his hand. “Buffy Summers.”
“Well, Buffy, now that we’re acquainted, would you like to use my shower?”
“Alec, I would love to use your shower.”
***
Hardison was in the kitchen of the office, waiting for Buffy to get out of the shower, and hoping that none of the rest of the team showed up while it was happening. Nate, he didn’t have to worry about—he was still in jail—but the rest of the team might not understand why he let a strange girl into the Fortress of Solitude.
Even if she was very cute and happened to be covered in slime.
Nevertheless, Hardison couldn’t say he was sorry he helped her. People needed a little more random acts of kindness in this world. Which was probably odd coming from him, given that he’s a thief, but he’s a thief with principles. That should obviously count for something.
He had gone to the fridge to get himself a bottle of orange soda, and when he closed the door—well, he didn’t know what it was standing in his kitchen, but it definitely wasn’t something he’d ever seen before. The guy was at least seven feet tall and covered head to toe in slime If Hardison hadn’t been freaking out, he might have noticed that this was the same slime that had been covering Buffy, but right now, he was trying to figure out how whatever this was happened to get past the security system.
“Where is the Slayer?”
“Slayer?” Hardison gave Slime Boy an incredulous look. “I don’t know who this Slayer is, but you’re breakin’ and freakin’ entering man! You can’t just walk into someone’s place like that.”
“Tell me where the Slayer is, and I will spare your puny, insignificant life.”
“Oh, and now you’re making threats? C’mon, man.” He struck a fighting stance. “Let’s go Snot boy. I got all day to kick your ass.”
Slime Boy tipped his head to the side, before a hand shot out to grab Hardison by the throat and tossed him over the counter in the kitchen so that he landed sprawled on the floor. That … that actually hurt. Now he was starting to get less pissed off and more scared, and he didn’t really like the feeling. His vision was doubling a bit, but he could see enough to see a blond blur running by him with something red in her hand. There was a loud noise, like a hard rush of air, followed by a clunk! and a thud!
What exactly was going clunk! and thud! wasn’t really something he was worried about at the moment.
When his vision finally started to focus again, Buffy was leaning over him, in what looked like one of Nate’s shirts. There was a fire extinguisher next to her, and she was looking very concerned. “Alec? You okay?”
“What the hell was that?”
“That?” Buffy said, glancing over the top of the counter. “Um. Would you believe a kid with a serious mucus production problem?” The look on his face obviously told her no on that one. She sighed. “It was a mucus demon.”
“A mucus demon,” Alec replied skeptically. “And you took him out with a fire extinguisher?”
“Yup. Pretty much.”
“And why did you do that exactly?”
“Would you believe luck?”
“No.”
“Of course not.” She shifted so that she was sitting back against the counter and sighed. “So here’s the thing. I’m what’s called the Slayer … ”
Title: Bring it, Snot Boy
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Alec Hardison/Buffy Summers
xoverland Prompt: 6. Demon (Leverage)Content Warning: N/A
Summary: There was a tiny blond standing in the front of McRory’s, covered in slime.
Author’s Note: … I don’t even know. This is a product of my crack filled brain and nothing else.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Dean Devlin and Joss Whedon. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
There was a tiny blond standing in the front of McRory’s, covered in slime.
“I hate Boston,” she muttered, making her way over to the bar. She stopped next to Hardison before giving the bartender the most cheerful smile she can manage. She didn’t touch anything, didn’t even come close, and just stood there, and spoke again. “Hi. Do you maybe have a bathroom that I could use to clean up?”
The bartender eyed her carefully, before shaking his head. “Don’t know how clean you’re gonna get in there, but sure.”
She nodded. “I know. But I’m gonna try anyway.”
Normally, Hardison wasn’t the kind of guy to offer a shower to a girl out of nowhere, but she seemed to be in pretty dire straits, and well—Hardison had never said no to a pretty girl. He straightened a bit on the stool, before turning to face her. “You know—there are apartments upstairs, if you need like, a shower or somethin’.”
The blond turned to face him, and she gave him a grateful smile before shaking her head. “Sure. But I have the feeling that tenants are opposed to breaking and entering as a general rule.”
“Not if the tenant gives you permission,” he said with a grin, before pointing to the stairs. “I live here. And I’m the landlord. So I think that pretty much covers all the permission you need.”
She stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was serious. “You don’t even know who I am.”
“No girl should have to walk around covered in slime. But if you’re so worried about it,” he extended a hand across him to her. “Alec Hardison.”
She watched him for a moment, before extending his hand. “Buffy Summers.”
“Well, Buffy, now that we’re acquainted, would you like to use my shower?”
“Alec, I would love to use your shower.”
***
Hardison was in the kitchen of the office, waiting for Buffy to get out of the shower, and hoping that none of the rest of the team showed up while it was happening. Nate, he didn’t have to worry about—he was still in jail—but the rest of the team might not understand why he let a strange girl into the Fortress of Solitude.
Even if she was very cute and happened to be covered in slime.
Nevertheless, Hardison couldn’t say he was sorry he helped her. People needed a little more random acts of kindness in this world. Which was probably odd coming from him, given that he’s a thief, but he’s a thief with principles. That should obviously count for something.
He had gone to the fridge to get himself a bottle of orange soda, and when he closed the door—well, he didn’t know what it was standing in his kitchen, but it definitely wasn’t something he’d ever seen before. The guy was at least seven feet tall and covered head to toe in slime If Hardison hadn’t been freaking out, he might have noticed that this was the same slime that had been covering Buffy, but right now, he was trying to figure out how whatever this was happened to get past the security system.
“Where is the Slayer?”
“Slayer?” Hardison gave Slime Boy an incredulous look. “I don’t know who this Slayer is, but you’re breakin’ and freakin’ entering man! You can’t just walk into someone’s place like that.”
“Tell me where the Slayer is, and I will spare your puny, insignificant life.”
“Oh, and now you’re making threats? C’mon, man.” He struck a fighting stance. “Let’s go Snot boy. I got all day to kick your ass.”
Slime Boy tipped his head to the side, before a hand shot out to grab Hardison by the throat and tossed him over the counter in the kitchen so that he landed sprawled on the floor. That … that actually hurt. Now he was starting to get less pissed off and more scared, and he didn’t really like the feeling. His vision was doubling a bit, but he could see enough to see a blond blur running by him with something red in her hand. There was a loud noise, like a hard rush of air, followed by a clunk! and a thud!
What exactly was going clunk! and thud! wasn’t really something he was worried about at the moment.
When his vision finally started to focus again, Buffy was leaning over him, in what looked like one of Nate’s shirts. There was a fire extinguisher next to her, and she was looking very concerned. “Alec? You okay?”
“What the hell was that?”
“That?” Buffy said, glancing over the top of the counter. “Um. Would you believe a kid with a serious mucus production problem?” The look on his face obviously told her no on that one. She sighed. “It was a mucus demon.”
“A mucus demon,” Alec replied skeptically. “And you took him out with a fire extinguisher?”
“Yup. Pretty much.”
“And why did you do that exactly?”
“Would you believe luck?”
“No.”
“Of course not.” She shifted so that she was sitting back against the counter and sighed. “So here’s the thing. I’m what’s called the Slayer … ”
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