Leverage/Doctor Who: Three Countries and One Planet
Title: Three Countries and One Planet
Author: morelenmir
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Eliot, Tenth Doctor; gen
Wordcount: 150
Summary: Eliot and the Doctor are held at gunpoint. The hitter does what he does best.
Eliot is still beside him. "Those guns?"
His growl is predatory, low enough for the human ear to barely register. The Doctor replies in English, equally soft. "Yes."
"Their skin poisonous?"
The Vitxyip's bright colouring-electric purple and green-does resemble poisonous Earth creatures, but he shakes his head in muted relief.
"Spit acid or anything similar?"
An eyebrow travels skyward involuntarily and he glances at his erstwhile companion. "No, nothing like that."
"Good."
Eliot blurs into motion. Despite his attitude toward violence, the Doctor has to appreciate the brutal grace the human exhibits. The slender weapons are attended to first, stripped from Dartmouth green hands and tossed out of reach, then Eliot disables the hostile quartet with ruthless efficiency.
"I'm pretty certain you'll never be allowed on this planet again."
Eliot shrugs, his crooked grin hid by a cloud of loose hair. "Make it three countries an' one planet."
Author: morelenmir
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Eliot, Tenth Doctor; gen
Wordcount: 150
Summary: Eliot and the Doctor are held at gunpoint. The hitter does what he does best.
Eliot is still beside him. "Those guns?"
His growl is predatory, low enough for the human ear to barely register. The Doctor replies in English, equally soft. "Yes."
"Their skin poisonous?"
The Vitxyip's bright colouring-electric purple and green-does resemble poisonous Earth creatures, but he shakes his head in muted relief.
"Spit acid or anything similar?"
An eyebrow travels skyward involuntarily and he glances at his erstwhile companion. "No, nothing like that."
"Good."
Eliot blurs into motion. Despite his attitude toward violence, the Doctor has to appreciate the brutal grace the human exhibits. The slender weapons are attended to first, stripped from Dartmouth green hands and tossed out of reach, then Eliot disables the hostile quartet with ruthless efficiency.
"I'm pretty certain you'll never be allowed on this planet again."
Eliot shrugs, his crooked grin hid by a cloud of loose hair. "Make it three countries an' one planet."