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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-12-28 01:51 am
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Eliot - Everything and Nothing
Fandom: Leverage/Dark Angel
Title: Everything and Nothing
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer, Logan Cale
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xoverland Challenge: Big Bang
tamingthemuse Prompt: Silence is a great healer.
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Eliot couldn’t stay in Terminal City.
Author’s Note: Part of the series without a name. I’ll come up with one eventually.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Devlin and Cameron. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Eliot couldn’t stay in Terminal City.
He was human. Humans didn’t have the capacity to withstand that much toxins, no matter how healthy they were. Parker didn’t intend to leave him alone, in Seattle, either. The place was loaded with too many trap doors, and Parker didn’t want him getting caught in any of them. So when Logan offered to put Eliot up for the night, as oppose to forcing Parker away from her family too soon, and making them find a motel room in Seattle at this time of night, he took it. It was the right thing to do. Parker needed some time with the rest of the transgenics, and Eliot needed some time to think.
What Parker was proposing? Not going to be easy.
He got his customary ninety minutes in Logan’s apartment, before he needed something to do. He was keeping a low profile, so he couldn’t go out. He was just … here. He needed to get up and find something to keep his hands busy while he sorted all this out. So he did what he did best, next to busting heads.
He cooked—not necessarily with Logan’s permission.
It was about three in the morning when Logan rolled into the kitchen, raising an eyebrow when he saw Eliot at the counter. “You are aware it’s three in the morning,” he stated evenly, and Eliot glanced up at him before shrugging.
“I only sleep ninety minutes a day,” he sighed. “I needed something to do.”
“Well. My kitchen is your kitchen,” he said slowly, before settling at the kitchen table to watch him. He was quiet for a long time, before looking over at him again. “Do you really think that you can help them?”
Eliot paused on the vegetable he was dicing before looking up at him again. “I don’t know. Parker’s gotta talk to our boss, and getting him and the rest of the team down here. We’ll see what we can do, but we’re not miracle workers.”
Logan nodded, drumming his fingers against the counter. “No. I guess no one is.”
Eliot went back to dicing and tried to keep his attention there. He didn’t want to question the man about the massive computer equipment in his study, or the articles that he shouldn’t have that were lying around the room. He couldn’t just come right out and accuse the man of something, however. He needed to take it slow.
“So. How’d you get mixed up in all this?”
“Max broke into my apartment,” Logan smirked. “She started doing jobs for me in return for me looking for the other X5s that escaped with her, and eventually things started to—evolve.”
“You never managed to track down Parker?”
“Parker was very good at covering her tracks. Better than a lot of them, actually.”
Eliot smirked a bit, sliding the vegetables into the pan. “And how did you get the resources to track them down in the first place?”
“Old family money,” Logan replied. “I figure that if I’m going to have it all, I might as well make it do some good for someone else, and money gets you everywhere these days.”
Eliot nodded again, before continuing to cook. “Money and some pretty impressive technology.”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “I see you got a look at the Batcave.”
“Kinda hard to miss. One of the guys we work with has a set up not too different from that. But it didn’t come with a video camera.”
Logan shrugged. “I wanted to be the next Scorsese, once upon a time.”
Eliot smirked slightly and nodded, before placing the two plates down in front of them. “I’ll have to see some of your work while I’m here.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will.”
The two men sat together in a war of silence, neither giving any more than they had to. It was a battle of wills that neither was willing to concede on for the moment. It was three in the morning, they were eating a five star meal, and were saying everything while still saying nothing at all.
At least it was something to do.
Title: Everything and Nothing
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer, Logan Cale
xoverland Challenge: Big Bangtamingthemuse Prompt: Silence is a great healer.Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Eliot couldn’t stay in Terminal City.
Author’s Note: Part of the series without a name. I’ll come up with one eventually.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Devlin and Cameron. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Eliot couldn’t stay in Terminal City.
He was human. Humans didn’t have the capacity to withstand that much toxins, no matter how healthy they were. Parker didn’t intend to leave him alone, in Seattle, either. The place was loaded with too many trap doors, and Parker didn’t want him getting caught in any of them. So when Logan offered to put Eliot up for the night, as oppose to forcing Parker away from her family too soon, and making them find a motel room in Seattle at this time of night, he took it. It was the right thing to do. Parker needed some time with the rest of the transgenics, and Eliot needed some time to think.
What Parker was proposing? Not going to be easy.
He got his customary ninety minutes in Logan’s apartment, before he needed something to do. He was keeping a low profile, so he couldn’t go out. He was just … here. He needed to get up and find something to keep his hands busy while he sorted all this out. So he did what he did best, next to busting heads.
He cooked—not necessarily with Logan’s permission.
It was about three in the morning when Logan rolled into the kitchen, raising an eyebrow when he saw Eliot at the counter. “You are aware it’s three in the morning,” he stated evenly, and Eliot glanced up at him before shrugging.
“I only sleep ninety minutes a day,” he sighed. “I needed something to do.”
“Well. My kitchen is your kitchen,” he said slowly, before settling at the kitchen table to watch him. He was quiet for a long time, before looking over at him again. “Do you really think that you can help them?”
Eliot paused on the vegetable he was dicing before looking up at him again. “I don’t know. Parker’s gotta talk to our boss, and getting him and the rest of the team down here. We’ll see what we can do, but we’re not miracle workers.”
Logan nodded, drumming his fingers against the counter. “No. I guess no one is.”
Eliot went back to dicing and tried to keep his attention there. He didn’t want to question the man about the massive computer equipment in his study, or the articles that he shouldn’t have that were lying around the room. He couldn’t just come right out and accuse the man of something, however. He needed to take it slow.
“So. How’d you get mixed up in all this?”
“Max broke into my apartment,” Logan smirked. “She started doing jobs for me in return for me looking for the other X5s that escaped with her, and eventually things started to—evolve.”
“You never managed to track down Parker?”
“Parker was very good at covering her tracks. Better than a lot of them, actually.”
Eliot smirked a bit, sliding the vegetables into the pan. “And how did you get the resources to track them down in the first place?”
“Old family money,” Logan replied. “I figure that if I’m going to have it all, I might as well make it do some good for someone else, and money gets you everywhere these days.”
Eliot nodded again, before continuing to cook. “Money and some pretty impressive technology.”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “I see you got a look at the Batcave.”
“Kinda hard to miss. One of the guys we work with has a set up not too different from that. But it didn’t come with a video camera.”
Logan shrugged. “I wanted to be the next Scorsese, once upon a time.”
Eliot smirked slightly and nodded, before placing the two plates down in front of them. “I’ll have to see some of your work while I’m here.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will.”
The two men sat together in a war of silence, neither giving any more than they had to. It was a battle of wills that neither was willing to concede on for the moment. It was three in the morning, they were eating a five star meal, and were saying everything while still saying nothing at all.
At least it was something to do.