Fic: Cuffs
Title: Cuffs
Fandom: Leverage
Character/Pairing: Eliot, Parker
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~355
Summary: Eliot turns to Parker when he realized hitting things doesn’t always work.
Authors Notes: Takes place somewhere after An Afternoon Mess, but can be read alone.
Disclaimer: I won nothing.
There was no way this would turn out well. The things he was willing to go through to complete a job Eliot thought as he awkwardly opened the door to the room where Parker was sitting.
“I didn’t do it.”
“Do what Parker? I ain’t even said anything yet.”
“Really? It’s just you have the ‘angry at Parker’ face on right now or maybe it’s the ‘in of need an icepack’ look. I can never really tell the difference.”
“Sophie should stop teaching you things about grifting, because you take things to a whole new extreme sometimes, but that’s not why I’m here.”
Holding up his hands that were held together by a pair of handcuffs he could see the confusion setting in on her face.
“Why are you wearing handcuffs? I thought you were supposed to get cuffed tomorrow by the crooked sheriff? Did I miss a meet…”
“Parker,” cutting her off before the game of twenty questions continued, “I was practicing and things didn’t go quite as planned.”
“Why didn’t you just pick it?”
“That’s why I’m here. I kinda need your helptogetthemoff.” Letting the sentence come out as fast as he could didn’t make the him feel any better about having to rely on someone else to help him, but if he couldn’t get out of the cuffs on his own by this time tomorrow there would be some serious problems.
“Oh oh I know this one! I can actually help,” Parker all but shouted at him as she moved closer and grabbed his hands in her smaller ones.
“Great let’s get going then. I ain’t got all day Parker.”
“Okay well first you need… are those scratch marks?”
“Yeah I tried to break them with one of my hammers, but these damn cuffs are strong.”
“Ha. Amateur move. I guess you’re just going to have to be more like a thief for this con than a hitter.”
Sighing as she pointed out what he had on him to use to pick it proved to him that maybe Parker wasn’t that bad of a teacher, even if she was the worst student sometimes.
Fandom: Leverage
Character/Pairing: Eliot, Parker
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~355
Summary: Eliot turns to Parker when he realized hitting things doesn’t always work.
Authors Notes: Takes place somewhere after An Afternoon Mess, but can be read alone.
Disclaimer: I won nothing.
There was no way this would turn out well. The things he was willing to go through to complete a job Eliot thought as he awkwardly opened the door to the room where Parker was sitting.
“I didn’t do it.”
“Do what Parker? I ain’t even said anything yet.”
“Really? It’s just you have the ‘angry at Parker’ face on right now or maybe it’s the ‘in of need an icepack’ look. I can never really tell the difference.”
“Sophie should stop teaching you things about grifting, because you take things to a whole new extreme sometimes, but that’s not why I’m here.”
Holding up his hands that were held together by a pair of handcuffs he could see the confusion setting in on her face.
“Why are you wearing handcuffs? I thought you were supposed to get cuffed tomorrow by the crooked sheriff? Did I miss a meet…”
“Parker,” cutting her off before the game of twenty questions continued, “I was practicing and things didn’t go quite as planned.”
“Why didn’t you just pick it?”
“That’s why I’m here. I kinda need your helptogetthemoff.” Letting the sentence come out as fast as he could didn’t make the him feel any better about having to rely on someone else to help him, but if he couldn’t get out of the cuffs on his own by this time tomorrow there would be some serious problems.
“Oh oh I know this one! I can actually help,” Parker all but shouted at him as she moved closer and grabbed his hands in her smaller ones.
“Great let’s get going then. I ain’t got all day Parker.”
“Okay well first you need… are those scratch marks?”
“Yeah I tried to break them with one of my hammers, but these damn cuffs are strong.”
“Ha. Amateur move. I guess you’re just going to have to be more like a thief for this con than a hitter.”
Sighing as she pointed out what he had on him to use to pick it proved to him that maybe Parker wasn’t that bad of a teacher, even if she was the worst student sometimes.