fic - dinner date; leverage
Fandom: Leverage
Title: Dinner Date
Chapter: N/A; complete oneshot
Characters/Pairings: Eliot, Parker, Archie, mention of Marilyn; Eliot/Parker
Genre: Humor/Romance/Family
Word Count: 636
Rating: T/PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Notes: I swear I started this before ultrawoman started her high school AU (which is totally awesome). Enjoy.
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“Archie wants to meet you,” Parker announced, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She handed Eliot a paper cup of steaming coffee, fixed up just right at the gas station across the street after he’d called her ten minutes ago and told her he was going to be late to school.
He gratefully sipped from the cup as she nestled herself into his side next to his car and then finally managed to croak, “Why?”
“Because he wants to get to know the boy I’m going to be having sex with,” she told him frankly, and coffee nearly came out of his nose. He’d known Parker nearly his entire life, a side effect of growing up in a one-horse town and having a class of less than forty people, but somehow he’d managed to avoid having to meet Archie until now.
He swallowed hard and lifted his arm away so he could face her. “Parker, darlin’,” he began.
“I know, I know,” she interrupted, waving a hand. She sobered, a rare and somewhat disturbing state for her, and continued, “But we’re starting to get a little more serious now, and…I want to make sure you two get along before we do start having sex-”
“-Parker-”
“-or anything,” she finished, skipping neatly over his choked rendition of her name.
Eliot’s heart was thudding in his chest, but he nodded. “Okay.”
“Great!” she chirped. “Friday night, my house. Marilyn is making a pot roast. Bring pie. His favorite kind is strawberry-rhubarb.” She made a move like she was going to snuggle back into him, but the bell rang from inside the school, so she just pecked him on the mouth and darted away, her book bag slapping against her hip as she ran.
He gulped down the rest of his coffee and followed, making a mental note to ask his mother where she’d stashed the strawberry-rhubarb pie recipe.
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Something about Archie’s unrelenting stare was beginning to make Eliot feel like a bug under a microscope. He was being studied, to what end an unpleasant mystery. It also probably didn’t help that Parker was making no attempt to mediate between her adoptive father and her boyfriend, happily cuddled in Eliot’s lap on the sofa and apparently oblivious to the awkward hostility in the room.
And then a soft snore reached his ears. She was sleeping? What the hell? He checked his watch and it turned out to be almost midnight and he had a curfew. He shifted and stood with her in his arms.
“Mr. Leach?” he said softly. The older man cocked a brow without saying a word. “I, ah…” How to say this without sounding even more awkward? “Where is Parker’s bedroom? I want to take her to bed before I go home.”
He cringed. Way to go, dumbass.
Archie frowned. “I’ll take her,” he said, standing.
“No, that’s okay,” Eliot protested quickly, unconsciously hugging Parker closer to his chest. “I’ve got her.”
“Yes,” Archie murmured. “That’s exactly the trouble.” Then he sighed and beckoned with a hand, leading him to Parker’s room. Archie turned down the blankets and Eliot covered her back up, kissing her forehead before returning to the foyer and the front door with Archie.
He stuck his hand out and looked Archie square in the eye. “Thank you for the meal, Mr. Leach. Your wife is a fine cook.” Archie shook his hand.
“Thank you, Eliot,” Archie said. “Your pie was good, too.”
He smiled gratefully. “The recipe is my mama’s, sir,” he admitted.
“Give her my compliments, would you?” Archie asked, and Eliot nodded.
“I should go, sir,” he said softly. “I gotta get home before curfew.”
Archie opened the door, commenting, “You seem to be a decent boy, Mr. Spencer,” before it closed behind him.
Also at FF.net.
Title: Dinner Date
Chapter: N/A; complete oneshot
Characters/Pairings: Eliot, Parker, Archie, mention of Marilyn; Eliot/Parker
Genre: Humor/Romance/Family
Word Count: 636
Rating: T/PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Notes: I swear I started this before ultrawoman started her high school AU (which is totally awesome). Enjoy.
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“Archie wants to meet you,” Parker announced, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She handed Eliot a paper cup of steaming coffee, fixed up just right at the gas station across the street after he’d called her ten minutes ago and told her he was going to be late to school.
He gratefully sipped from the cup as she nestled herself into his side next to his car and then finally managed to croak, “Why?”
“Because he wants to get to know the boy I’m going to be having sex with,” she told him frankly, and coffee nearly came out of his nose. He’d known Parker nearly his entire life, a side effect of growing up in a one-horse town and having a class of less than forty people, but somehow he’d managed to avoid having to meet Archie until now.
He swallowed hard and lifted his arm away so he could face her. “Parker, darlin’,” he began.
“I know, I know,” she interrupted, waving a hand. She sobered, a rare and somewhat disturbing state for her, and continued, “But we’re starting to get a little more serious now, and…I want to make sure you two get along before we do start having sex-”
“-Parker-”
“-or anything,” she finished, skipping neatly over his choked rendition of her name.
Eliot’s heart was thudding in his chest, but he nodded. “Okay.”
“Great!” she chirped. “Friday night, my house. Marilyn is making a pot roast. Bring pie. His favorite kind is strawberry-rhubarb.” She made a move like she was going to snuggle back into him, but the bell rang from inside the school, so she just pecked him on the mouth and darted away, her book bag slapping against her hip as she ran.
He gulped down the rest of his coffee and followed, making a mental note to ask his mother where she’d stashed the strawberry-rhubarb pie recipe.
--
Something about Archie’s unrelenting stare was beginning to make Eliot feel like a bug under a microscope. He was being studied, to what end an unpleasant mystery. It also probably didn’t help that Parker was making no attempt to mediate between her adoptive father and her boyfriend, happily cuddled in Eliot’s lap on the sofa and apparently oblivious to the awkward hostility in the room.
And then a soft snore reached his ears. She was sleeping? What the hell? He checked his watch and it turned out to be almost midnight and he had a curfew. He shifted and stood with her in his arms.
“Mr. Leach?” he said softly. The older man cocked a brow without saying a word. “I, ah…” How to say this without sounding even more awkward? “Where is Parker’s bedroom? I want to take her to bed before I go home.”
He cringed. Way to go, dumbass.
Archie frowned. “I’ll take her,” he said, standing.
“No, that’s okay,” Eliot protested quickly, unconsciously hugging Parker closer to his chest. “I’ve got her.”
“Yes,” Archie murmured. “That’s exactly the trouble.” Then he sighed and beckoned with a hand, leading him to Parker’s room. Archie turned down the blankets and Eliot covered her back up, kissing her forehead before returning to the foyer and the front door with Archie.
He stuck his hand out and looked Archie square in the eye. “Thank you for the meal, Mr. Leach. Your wife is a fine cook.” Archie shook his hand.
“Thank you, Eliot,” Archie said. “Your pie was good, too.”
He smiled gratefully. “The recipe is my mama’s, sir,” he admitted.
“Give her my compliments, would you?” Archie asked, and Eliot nodded.
“I should go, sir,” he said softly. “I gotta get home before curfew.”
Archie opened the door, commenting, “You seem to be a decent boy, Mr. Spencer,” before it closed behind him.
Also at FF.net.