Fic: Dreams, Crossover Leverage/A:tS, PG
Plot bunnies! Plot bunnies everywhere! Not surprising, given it's still Easter...
As promised, for comment_fic for honeyjojames . Again, not comment-sized.
Title: Dreams
Author: elebridith
Rating: PG this part
Genre: Slash (the whole verse), Crossover
Pairing: Lindsey/Eliot, almost *g*
Summary: Set in my Face Value!Verse. Eliot POV during "Burn", shortly after The Look. He really doesn't want this.
Un-beta'd, un-southernified.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no one, nothing of it. Just playing.
Two days. Two days since their little celebration in Nate's living room, two days since Lindsey had looked at him like... that.
Eliot was flat on his back on Nate's couch, staring at the ceiling, thinking. Two days since he had been surprised, even terrified by his own reaction to that look, the sudden rush of want that had went through him. He had caught himself very fast though, shutting it off immediately, almost by reflex. Last thing he needed, right? Someone to get close. To get under his skin. Someone to... just someone. And if - if! - there was an empty place somewhere inside him (which of course wasn't the case), if he did need someone it certainly wouldn't be Lindsey. Because Lindsey? He wouldn't just want a quick fuck. He'd want... more. It had been there, on his face. And that just wouldn't happen, period. Being in the team was attachment enough, being with someone in the team - no. That was a thing that maybe worked for people like Nate and Sophie. Not for...
He lifted his head as a faint sound interrupted his train of thoughts. He sat up, strained his hearing and there it was again. A pained outcry, coming from... Lindsey. He's having nightmares again. He swung his legs from the couch, but hesitated for a moment. He had been very reluctant to be alone with Lindsey in the past two days, and facing the combination of "Lindsey" and "bedroom" wasn't exactly helping his own confusion right now. But then he heard another sound, a frightened whimper this time, and he mentally kicked himself into gear. Don't be silly, Eliot. He' ain't gonna throw himself at ya, and even if he does, you can always kick him off. If you want to.
He opened the door. Lindsey was still asleep, but his face twisted in pain and he made weak hand movements as if he was defending himself from an invisible enemy. Eliot could make out the words "No... no, please, don't..." while he headed over to the bed. He reached out and shook Lindsey's shoulder gently. "Hey. Hey, Lindsey, wake up. 's just a dream. You're safe."
Lindsey's eyes flew open and he almost bolted upright. Eliot tightened his grip on Lindsey's shoulder. "Easy, easy. It's me."
Lindsey's gaze cleared and focused. "Eliot...? What... oh." He closed his eyes again and exhaled shakily. When he opened them he managed a smile. "Nightmare. Sorry, didn't wanna wake you."
Eliot snorted and pulled his hand back. "'s okay. Didn't do it on purpose, right?"
Lindsey's smile was more sincere now. "Nope." His smile faded. "Thought I'd be over it. Guess not. Great. Jus' what I need."
Eliot hesitated. He wanted to leave, didn't want to think about his urge to reach out and touch the other man, but he didn't, couldn't move. "What was it?"
Lindsey looked away and unconsciously clutched a hand over his heart. "Hell."
Eliot winced as he remembered what "hell" had been about. "Oh. That's..." He shuddered. "Look, d'you need anything?" He winced again at his choice of words, but Lindsey seemed too distracted to notice.
Lindsey shook his head weakly. "Nah, thanks. I'm... okay. I'll try to sleep again."
Eliot nodded. He watched as Lindsey curled up under the sheet, unable to convince his feet to move, goddamn it, get out of this bedroom, away from...
"Eliot?" Lindsey's voice was already slurring a little, but he'd lifted his head a bit and looked at him, very earnest. "Do you ever... dream about it? About something you did? Anything?"
"No."
A Too Private Question, and he'd snapped out the answer and had taken two steps back before he could even think about answering otherwise. He saw surprise and hurt flash over Lindsey's face. Then the other man just nodded, quietly said "G'night" and turned away from him, huddling deeper under his sheet. Eliot opened his mouth to apologize, but closed it again without saying anything. He finally gained control over his feet and stepped further back to leave the room. He had his hand on the doorknob already, but hesitated and finally turned back.
"Sometimes." His voice was gruff, and he refused to admit any more, but it seemed enough. Eliot watched as Lindsey slowly turned his head, and then he caught his eyes. He had to look away at the amount of understanding he saw in them. It made his gut clench. He nodded sharply and forced himself to leave the room slowly, not wanting it to look like he was fleeing. He closed the door behind him and dropped back on his couch, sighing and rubbing his temples. I need to get away a bit. Distance. Good thing I have a job tomorrow.
A small voice came from the back of his mind. But y'know, he would understand. You. Your kind of life. And you like him, dontcha?
He snorted. Oh, shut up you. What Lindsey wants? Too much, too close. That's... not for me. He pushed away the flares of regret that threatened to show up at the thought, reinforced his self-defenses and drifted back to sleep. And if there were dreams this night, dreams that included blue eyes, burning need and the strange sense of being complete, he'd already forgotten them by the time he left the house next morning.
As promised, for comment_fic for honeyjojames . Again, not comment-sized.
Title: Dreams
Author: elebridith
Rating: PG this part
Genre: Slash (the whole verse), Crossover
Pairing: Lindsey/Eliot, almost *g*
Summary: Set in my Face Value!Verse. Eliot POV during "Burn", shortly after The Look. He really doesn't want this.
Un-beta'd, un-southernified.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no one, nothing of it. Just playing.
Two days. Two days since their little celebration in Nate's living room, two days since Lindsey had looked at him like... that.
Eliot was flat on his back on Nate's couch, staring at the ceiling, thinking. Two days since he had been surprised, even terrified by his own reaction to that look, the sudden rush of want that had went through him. He had caught himself very fast though, shutting it off immediately, almost by reflex. Last thing he needed, right? Someone to get close. To get under his skin. Someone to... just someone. And if - if! - there was an empty place somewhere inside him (which of course wasn't the case), if he did need someone it certainly wouldn't be Lindsey. Because Lindsey? He wouldn't just want a quick fuck. He'd want... more. It had been there, on his face. And that just wouldn't happen, period. Being in the team was attachment enough, being with someone in the team - no. That was a thing that maybe worked for people like Nate and Sophie. Not for...
He lifted his head as a faint sound interrupted his train of thoughts. He sat up, strained his hearing and there it was again. A pained outcry, coming from... Lindsey. He's having nightmares again. He swung his legs from the couch, but hesitated for a moment. He had been very reluctant to be alone with Lindsey in the past two days, and facing the combination of "Lindsey" and "bedroom" wasn't exactly helping his own confusion right now. But then he heard another sound, a frightened whimper this time, and he mentally kicked himself into gear. Don't be silly, Eliot. He' ain't gonna throw himself at ya, and even if he does, you can always kick him off. If you want to.
He opened the door. Lindsey was still asleep, but his face twisted in pain and he made weak hand movements as if he was defending himself from an invisible enemy. Eliot could make out the words "No... no, please, don't..." while he headed over to the bed. He reached out and shook Lindsey's shoulder gently. "Hey. Hey, Lindsey, wake up. 's just a dream. You're safe."
Lindsey's eyes flew open and he almost bolted upright. Eliot tightened his grip on Lindsey's shoulder. "Easy, easy. It's me."
Lindsey's gaze cleared and focused. "Eliot...? What... oh." He closed his eyes again and exhaled shakily. When he opened them he managed a smile. "Nightmare. Sorry, didn't wanna wake you."
Eliot snorted and pulled his hand back. "'s okay. Didn't do it on purpose, right?"
Lindsey's smile was more sincere now. "Nope." His smile faded. "Thought I'd be over it. Guess not. Great. Jus' what I need."
Eliot hesitated. He wanted to leave, didn't want to think about his urge to reach out and touch the other man, but he didn't, couldn't move. "What was it?"
Lindsey looked away and unconsciously clutched a hand over his heart. "Hell."
Eliot winced as he remembered what "hell" had been about. "Oh. That's..." He shuddered. "Look, d'you need anything?" He winced again at his choice of words, but Lindsey seemed too distracted to notice.
Lindsey shook his head weakly. "Nah, thanks. I'm... okay. I'll try to sleep again."
Eliot nodded. He watched as Lindsey curled up under the sheet, unable to convince his feet to move, goddamn it, get out of this bedroom, away from...
"Eliot?" Lindsey's voice was already slurring a little, but he'd lifted his head a bit and looked at him, very earnest. "Do you ever... dream about it? About something you did? Anything?"
"No."
A Too Private Question, and he'd snapped out the answer and had taken two steps back before he could even think about answering otherwise. He saw surprise and hurt flash over Lindsey's face. Then the other man just nodded, quietly said "G'night" and turned away from him, huddling deeper under his sheet. Eliot opened his mouth to apologize, but closed it again without saying anything. He finally gained control over his feet and stepped further back to leave the room. He had his hand on the doorknob already, but hesitated and finally turned back.
"Sometimes." His voice was gruff, and he refused to admit any more, but it seemed enough. Eliot watched as Lindsey slowly turned his head, and then he caught his eyes. He had to look away at the amount of understanding he saw in them. It made his gut clench. He nodded sharply and forced himself to leave the room slowly, not wanting it to look like he was fleeing. He closed the door behind him and dropped back on his couch, sighing and rubbing his temples. I need to get away a bit. Distance. Good thing I have a job tomorrow.
A small voice came from the back of his mind. But y'know, he would understand. You. Your kind of life. And you like him, dontcha?
He snorted. Oh, shut up you. What Lindsey wants? Too much, too close. That's... not for me. He pushed away the flares of regret that threatened to show up at the thought, reinforced his self-defenses and drifted back to sleep. And if there were dreams this night, dreams that included blue eyes, burning need and the strange sense of being complete, he'd already forgotten them by the time he left the house next morning.