fic; the don't-look-down job [leverage]
the don't-look-down job
leverage ♥ parker/hardison -
prompt from here: "AU where she is a Time Lady and he the best Companion ever.
a/n: I don't know where I was going with this...
fic found here and below the cut.
So possibly he screwed this one up a little.
He doesn't normally accept these messy on-site jobs, more content with the comforts of his computer screen and Lucille, a remote access point set up far, far away from angry men with guns. Dubenich had promised him obscene amounts of money and that nobody would question him so long as he had the access cards he'd been provided with.
...though he realizes now that there was also the part where Dubenich had played him like a fiddle. ('You are the best, aren't you? It shouldn't be a problem.') And before he knew it, Hardison was explaining just how much of a cakewalk it would be to a smirking Dubenich.
Which was fine in theory until somebody took a closer look and decided he really didn't look like Mason Rodgers.
(He can't argue with that. Mason? What was the boy's momma thinking? He is far too suave to look like a Mason.)
He would trade his laptop for a grifter right now, even though he normally doesn't trust anybody who can lie quite that well, no matter how useful a skill it would be. Note to self- if he actually gets out of this alive he's going to hack an acting class- didn't notice the sharp note of distrust in the guard's eyes that meant he'd oversold his story until the man was already reaching for his weapon.
Cellphone in one hand and useless access card in the other, he scrambles down an empty hallway, trying to pull up the building schematics to figure a way out since his comm's gone suspiciously quiet. Unfortunately he's on the top level of the building and with the sound of alarms blaring building wide, it's looking less and less likely that there's going to be a rescue.
He's also going to bury Victor Dubenich. Again, if he gets out of this alive.
Skids around a corner and runs almost headlong into a blonde dressed all in black and rocking some major Catwoman vibes.
"Who are you?" she blurts.
"Well who are you?" he shoots back, tossing an anxious look over his shoulder.
"I asked first."
He groans. "I'm gon' be dead if you don't get-"
"Shhh!"
She drags him around another corner and into an access stairway, only- the roof? Oh frak no. He is not going to like this. Either she's going to kill him or he's gonna die. Either way he starts wishing, just a little, that he actually had gone into accounting like he always tells his Nana.
She gives him a manic grin and stops right at the edge of the roof. He very carefully does not look over the side.
"Parker."
"Parker who?"
"No." Apparently this is hilarious to the (hot) mad-woman next to him. She clips something around him before he can protest. "Just Parker."
"Hardison," he gets out. And no, his voice is not squeaking. At all. She's not going to ask him to...? She leans over the edge, calculating something under her breath. Oh yes. She is. "Oh no. No no no- uh uh. No way."
(Just) Parker manages to look both gleeful and totally and completely insane. She adjusts something on the harness she's hooked him into and thumps his shoulder.
"Nice to meet you Alec Hardison! Now hold on."
"Wha-"
She pushes him over the side.
He screams.
Halfway down a forty story building he realizes he never told her his first name.
leverage ♥ parker/hardison -
prompt from here: "AU where she is a Time Lady and he the best Companion ever.
a/n: I don't know where I was going with this...
fic found here and below the cut.
So possibly he screwed this one up a little.
He doesn't normally accept these messy on-site jobs, more content with the comforts of his computer screen and Lucille, a remote access point set up far, far away from angry men with guns. Dubenich had promised him obscene amounts of money and that nobody would question him so long as he had the access cards he'd been provided with.
...though he realizes now that there was also the part where Dubenich had played him like a fiddle. ('You are the best, aren't you? It shouldn't be a problem.') And before he knew it, Hardison was explaining just how much of a cakewalk it would be to a smirking Dubenich.
Which was fine in theory until somebody took a closer look and decided he really didn't look like Mason Rodgers.
(He can't argue with that. Mason? What was the boy's momma thinking? He is far too suave to look like a Mason.)
He would trade his laptop for a grifter right now, even though he normally doesn't trust anybody who can lie quite that well, no matter how useful a skill it would be. Note to self- if he actually gets out of this alive he's going to hack an acting class- didn't notice the sharp note of distrust in the guard's eyes that meant he'd oversold his story until the man was already reaching for his weapon.
Cellphone in one hand and useless access card in the other, he scrambles down an empty hallway, trying to pull up the building schematics to figure a way out since his comm's gone suspiciously quiet. Unfortunately he's on the top level of the building and with the sound of alarms blaring building wide, it's looking less and less likely that there's going to be a rescue.
He's also going to bury Victor Dubenich. Again, if he gets out of this alive.
Skids around a corner and runs almost headlong into a blonde dressed all in black and rocking some major Catwoman vibes.
"Who are you?" she blurts.
"Well who are you?" he shoots back, tossing an anxious look over his shoulder.
"I asked first."
He groans. "I'm gon' be dead if you don't get-"
"Shhh!"
She drags him around another corner and into an access stairway, only- the roof? Oh frak no. He is not going to like this. Either she's going to kill him or he's gonna die. Either way he starts wishing, just a little, that he actually had gone into accounting like he always tells his Nana.
She gives him a manic grin and stops right at the edge of the roof. He very carefully does not look over the side.
"Parker."
"Parker who?"
"No." Apparently this is hilarious to the (hot) mad-woman next to him. She clips something around him before he can protest. "Just Parker."
"Hardison," he gets out. And no, his voice is not squeaking. At all. She's not going to ask him to...? She leans over the edge, calculating something under her breath. Oh yes. She is. "Oh no. No no no- uh uh. No way."
(Just) Parker manages to look both gleeful and totally and completely insane. She adjusts something on the harness she's hooked him into and thumps his shoulder.
"Nice to meet you Alec Hardison! Now hold on."
"Wha-"
She pushes him over the side.
He screams.
Halfway down a forty story building he realizes he never told her his first name.