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vdistinctive

The Loft above Luke's, Sunday

Apr 24, 2016 12:11

Eliot had managed to get Hardison's wound stitched up without much incident -- it was pretty small, all told, only took five stitches -- and even talked him into an orange juice/soda compromise last night. Things had been going pretty much steadily downhill from there. Which considering it started at "girlfriend missing, boyfriend stabbed in the ( Read more... )

ic, val, it's okay eliot's durable, loft above lukes, brood invasion, hardison, bde, parker

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age_of_the_geek April 24 2016, 16:29:06 UTC

"Nah, it didn't," Hardison argued. "I'm fine. I ain't goin' to the clinic over this. You stitched me up an' I'm good. Who you should be worried about is Parker. I can't believe you ain't find her yet. How you s'posed to be a retrieval specialist if you can't even find what you're supposed to be retrievin'?"

Guess who'd gotten a fast-acting embryo. With the hivemind loud in his ears, Hardison was clinging on to the person he'd been only enough to fool this male into releasing him. Under his bandage, his scales itched.

vdistinctive April 24 2016, 16:46:27 UTC

Oh sure, Hardison. Poke the bear. "Because she's Parker. You've met Parker, right? Woman who had a cosplay shop listed as her home address in Boston? You got any ideas where she's hiding out this time, I'd love to hear 'em."

age_of_the_geek April 24 2016, 16:56:17 UTC

He knew. He knew where all of his kin were slumbering. But that didn't seem like a good thing to point out right now. "I'm just sayin', that would be a better use of your time than fussin' over me. I'm fine."

Remarkably fine for someone who'd been gut-stabbed yesterday. This was Hardison new and improved!

vdistinctive April 24 2016, 17:01:32 UTC

"You are not fine," Eliot growled. "Know how I know? Ya ain't complaining every five seconds and orderin' me to bring you snacks." Hardison would totally be that sitcom cliche patient with a bell asking for every. single. little. thing. "And frankly, I ain't lookin' to take chances with an alien stinger wound. We're goin' to the clinic. And once I know you're safe there, I'll go lookin' for Parker again."

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Too too much later... whoisalicewhite April 24 2016, 20:04:49 UTC

The Brood inside Parker was confused. Or the Parker inside the Brood was confused. One of them, or both of them, were having an off day.

They/she/it knew they weren't okay, but weren't too worried about it. Mostly they wanted to figure out how the invasion and infestation were going. They weren't really clear on what they'd do then.

But she also wanted to know how her boys were, and if they were already infected. So, heading home and sneaking in it was.

"Hardison?" A pause. "Eliot?"

Re: Too too much later... vdistinctive April 24 2016, 20:06:53 UTC

A pause, then a scrape of plastic across the floor when Eliot twitched under the pile of busted electronics. He wasn't quite conscious enough yet to do more than that, just yet.

Re: Too too much later... whoisalicewhite April 24 2016, 20:08:47 UTC

Sneaking over to the sound, BroodParker looked down, and ParkerBrood frowned. Then lifted up the electronics to reveal Eliot.

A flicker of-- something, burned inside Parker. She reached out and patted his face. "Eliot?"

Re: Too too much later... vdistinctive April 24 2016, 20:11:42 UTC

Eliot flinched violently. The entire side of his face was slowly turning blue-black underneath the blood from his temple, and the last thing he remembered was being hit by something heavy and -- trusted?

What was. . . ?

"P'rker?" He squinted, but his eyes wouldn't focus. There were at least three blonde blurs hovering over him.

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