Fic: Just a Misunderstanding
Fic: Just a Misunderstanding
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage/Hide
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Betty/Billy, Eliot/Aimee, Betty/Eliot, Eliot/Parker
Spoilers: HIDE - DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY WATCHED.
Warnings: Violent tendancies
AN: Based entirely off the prompts given by moonchildfic in the anonymous character meme.
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She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever met ('cept Aimee, his traitorous mind says, and he squashes it down) and she was staring at him like he was the archangel come for her. She hadn't so much as blinked since she sat down next to him in this rat-ass bar. He'd bought her a drink and tried to pretend he wasn't so fucked in the head that the bulge of the Berretta down the back of her skirt made him hard enough to hurt.
"'M Betty," she sighed. "You look like a man who used to know that, but y' face says ya don't and 'sides - I know he's still in that cell." She blinked slowly, like she was treasuring the image behind her 'lids.
He'd had enough time to notice that she was the tiniest little slip of nothing, but there was something wild in her eyes that said he didn't want to be on the business end of that gun.
"Eliot," he held out his hand and got a gun-calloused handshake. His hard on wasn't dying down any time soon. He always had loved a dangerous woman.
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He took her home. They lasted two months before Eliot decided there was dangerous women and then there's nearly losing a trigger finger to a biting fetish.
It isn't like it isn't mutual; he can't give her what she wants, he's never been able to push a girl around, even if she asks him to, he's just not got the heart for it.
They were never going to be the person the other wanted them to be.
There's three days of screaming, but they part laughing - as amicable as two sociopaths can be.
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They crossed paths very briefly four years later, and she was quieter than he remembered. Her smiles were brittle and cold where it used to be warm. She was more armed than before, like the world had gotten a scarier place for her since they last saw each other.
She was nearly vibrating with nervousness, but he got her to sit still long enough to tell him about a botched rescue attempt for her man in prison, and how she was all alone in the world now.
She laughed at him when he told her she'd always be there if she needed him. Pointed out that he wasn't even carrying any more.
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The next time he saw her, Betty had a gun pressed to the back of Parker's head and was screaming 'how dare you' or something like it.
Eliot froze briefly, doing a quick assessment, and settled on a sharp commanding; "Put down the fucking gun!"
Betty hesitated and frowned up at him, eyes watery. It gave him long enough to get up alongside her and take the gun off her, unloading it and pointedly ignoring all the other weapons she was carrying. She wasn't the kind of girl you left unarmed in an unknown situation. He knew exactly how much damage she could do with just teeth and nails.
"Betty, this is Parker. Parker, Betty. You two better start making nice right now, else I'mma slam your heads together."
Parker gave him big wide eyes. "What did I do?"
Eliot turned to Betty. "You gonna tell us what Parker did to deserve that?"
Betty gave Eliot a wild smile, body language all open and casual, like she wasn't the most dangerous person in the room. "I saw you last week with bruises all over ya, figured someone just got the drop on ya. You're gettin' on, and God knows you don't carry any more."
Eliot rolled his eyes. "Why didn't you come over, say hi?"
"I saw this bitch come over and start beating on ya. An' I know you ain't into that stuff, you told me so. So I figured she must be holdin' somethin' on ya. And then I saw her take you into that *club*!"
Eliot flinched. "Betty, I work with Parker. An' I ain't saying I don't love her more'n I thought possible, but we *work* together. The club has a dirty manager, sellin' some of the kids he's got working there. Parker and I were undercover. I couldn't hurt her - same way I couldn't hurt you - so I let her do some softcore stuff to me, just so's we could keep in character."
"She looks like me," Parker muttered, aside. As if they weren't talking about the two of them being spotted going into an S and M club by the one person in Eliot's life who he told he wasn't into that.
Eliot's guilty conscience didn't point out how the both of them looked like Aimee and damn him for his thing for crazy blondes. This was one crazy match Eliot didn't want to be witness to.
"She isn't hurting me, Betty," Eliot enforced, pulling Parker close in to his side.
"You're still all bruised up," Betty pouted, sauntering closer.
"That's my job, girl."
"It's kinda sexy." Betty was suddenly way to close, pasting herself on his front, and tucking her head into his chest. She was still so tiny.
"Betty... no. Just... No." Eliot took a step back and Parker caught his eye. "Parker, don't look at me like that."
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage/Hide
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Betty/Billy, Eliot/Aimee, Betty/Eliot, Eliot/Parker
Spoilers: HIDE - DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY WATCHED.
Warnings: Violent tendancies
AN: Based entirely off the prompts given by moonchildfic in the anonymous character meme.
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She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever met ('cept Aimee, his traitorous mind says, and he squashes it down) and she was staring at him like he was the archangel come for her. She hadn't so much as blinked since she sat down next to him in this rat-ass bar. He'd bought her a drink and tried to pretend he wasn't so fucked in the head that the bulge of the Berretta down the back of her skirt made him hard enough to hurt.
"'M Betty," she sighed. "You look like a man who used to know that, but y' face says ya don't and 'sides - I know he's still in that cell." She blinked slowly, like she was treasuring the image behind her 'lids.
He'd had enough time to notice that she was the tiniest little slip of nothing, but there was something wild in her eyes that said he didn't want to be on the business end of that gun.
"Eliot," he held out his hand and got a gun-calloused handshake. His hard on wasn't dying down any time soon. He always had loved a dangerous woman.
-
He took her home. They lasted two months before Eliot decided there was dangerous women and then there's nearly losing a trigger finger to a biting fetish.
It isn't like it isn't mutual; he can't give her what she wants, he's never been able to push a girl around, even if she asks him to, he's just not got the heart for it.
They were never going to be the person the other wanted them to be.
There's three days of screaming, but they part laughing - as amicable as two sociopaths can be.
-
They crossed paths very briefly four years later, and she was quieter than he remembered. Her smiles were brittle and cold where it used to be warm. She was more armed than before, like the world had gotten a scarier place for her since they last saw each other.
She was nearly vibrating with nervousness, but he got her to sit still long enough to tell him about a botched rescue attempt for her man in prison, and how she was all alone in the world now.
She laughed at him when he told her she'd always be there if she needed him. Pointed out that he wasn't even carrying any more.
-
The next time he saw her, Betty had a gun pressed to the back of Parker's head and was screaming 'how dare you' or something like it.
Eliot froze briefly, doing a quick assessment, and settled on a sharp commanding; "Put down the fucking gun!"
Betty hesitated and frowned up at him, eyes watery. It gave him long enough to get up alongside her and take the gun off her, unloading it and pointedly ignoring all the other weapons she was carrying. She wasn't the kind of girl you left unarmed in an unknown situation. He knew exactly how much damage she could do with just teeth and nails.
"Betty, this is Parker. Parker, Betty. You two better start making nice right now, else I'mma slam your heads together."
Parker gave him big wide eyes. "What did I do?"
Eliot turned to Betty. "You gonna tell us what Parker did to deserve that?"
Betty gave Eliot a wild smile, body language all open and casual, like she wasn't the most dangerous person in the room. "I saw you last week with bruises all over ya, figured someone just got the drop on ya. You're gettin' on, and God knows you don't carry any more."
Eliot rolled his eyes. "Why didn't you come over, say hi?"
"I saw this bitch come over and start beating on ya. An' I know you ain't into that stuff, you told me so. So I figured she must be holdin' somethin' on ya. And then I saw her take you into that *club*!"
Eliot flinched. "Betty, I work with Parker. An' I ain't saying I don't love her more'n I thought possible, but we *work* together. The club has a dirty manager, sellin' some of the kids he's got working there. Parker and I were undercover. I couldn't hurt her - same way I couldn't hurt you - so I let her do some softcore stuff to me, just so's we could keep in character."
"She looks like me," Parker muttered, aside. As if they weren't talking about the two of them being spotted going into an S and M club by the one person in Eliot's life who he told he wasn't into that.
Eliot's guilty conscience didn't point out how the both of them looked like Aimee and damn him for his thing for crazy blondes. This was one crazy match Eliot didn't want to be witness to.
"She isn't hurting me, Betty," Eliot enforced, pulling Parker close in to his side.
"You're still all bruised up," Betty pouted, sauntering closer.
"That's my job, girl."
"It's kinda sexy." Betty was suddenly way to close, pasting herself on his front, and tucking her head into his chest. She was still so tiny.
"Betty... no. Just... No." Eliot took a step back and Parker caught his eye. "Parker, don't look at me like that."