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hey, I'ma do a "five times" fic thing

So, yes, I am still writing some fic. There are a few on the boil but there's never bloody time, is there? And the main ones I like (Eliot and Sophie, and Sterling and Maggie especially) have gone all quiet at me. But I've been kicking around one of them "five and one" trope things for a while, and this is what's come out. They kind of write themselves, don't they? Like Pez. Dispense dispense dispense.

Title: kid
Ficverse: Leverage
Series: five times Eliot caught Parker and one time he didn't
Rating: Gen, PG13
Length: 650 ish / 6100 ish
Characters: Eliot, Parker
Teaser: The first time Eliot caught Parker, she was just a kid.
Notes: I'm cheating. Most of these times occurred in canon. (Anyone interesting in beta-ing to make sure I got them all?) But my muse needs a kick in the pants and hopefully this can still be fun.
Warnings/Spoiler: pre-series
Disclaimer: Stuff that's not mine is not mine. Also, I used google translate. So I have no idea if what it told me is right. If I horrendously insulted someone's mother, I didn't mean to, kay?
Feedback: let's hear it. The good, the bad, the ugly....

Moscow. Ten years ago.

The first time Eliot caught Parker, she was just a kid. Red Square, dead of winter and twice as bitter. Even then she was fast, with a knack for disappearing in a crowd. If she hadn't been fifteen and spooked, there was a chance he might have actually lost her.

But as it was, the line she was on took her right through a patch he happened to know drained poorly, and when her feet skidded out from under her on the ice, it was his arms that kept her from landing on her ass. Not to mention from recovering enough to try to stab and/or pickpocket him.

He made sure of his grip and got his first good look under the scruffy hood. "Whoa, whoa – oh...."

She took advantage of his split-second shock to try to break free, but would take a whole lot more than surprise to loosen his grasp.

"You're – a girl?"

He didn't need the look she gave him to know it was a stupid thing to say, but some things required verbal processing. "But...."

"But what?" she snapped, jerking against him, apparently on sheer principle since there was less strength in her skinny body than he had in one arm.

His mind was already rifling through options, and, more urgently, the men he was with who would even now be catching up.

"Where is it?" he asked, ruthlessly and easily shutting out any thoughts of what might happen to this pixie-faced waif in their custody.

She struggled a moment longer, and then, face sullen, indicated her right inside pocket.

With little consideration for decorum, he yanked her coat open and pulled it out, wary of a dummy switch. He eyeballed it for less than a second, but enough to be satisfied that it was the real thing, and tucked it away. As expected, she tried to wriggle free while he did this, but he only tightened his hold around her thin wrists, giving her no slip room at all. She glared defiantly up at him, and if he hadn't been close enough to feel it, he'd have never known about the shiver that ran through her as the wind cut into her clothing.

"Listen," he said, not quite knowing why, even while he efficiently did up her too-large coat, tugged her a little closer, and turned his shoulder against the wind. "Someone sold you out."

He grimaced back at her no duh look. "Okay, whatever." The kid was crazy anyhow, or at least well on her way. It didn't take a genius to spot that there was plenty wrong inside there. And it wasn't his problem. Eliot Spencer wasn't the guy who cared about this sort of thing, he was the guy who got the job done.

The mental map he had of the men's positions told him it was about to become even less his problem, which was why it made no sense that he would slip what he did into her palm.

As the slim, ridged shape of the skeleton key in her hand registered, her eyes widened and locked onto his. He still didn't have any explanation for it, other than: "After about the third double-cross, you start making sure you have a way out of any place the guy who employed you is gonna try to keep you." He frowned, to make sure she got his point. "Even so, you're always on your own."

The cocky twinkle she gave him was almost lost in the chaos as three men closed around them and roughly hauled her out of his reach. Eliot made sure to immediately forget it anyway. He wasn't the guy who cared. He was the guy who, when the asshole team leader barked the question, "вы его взяли?" at him, smirked and held up the merchandise in answer.

He was the guy who got the job done.

Miami. Four years ago.
Los Angelos. Four years ago.
Boston. Two years ago.
Boston. One month ago.
Cairo. Now


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Sep. 10th, 2011 09:51 am (UTC)
I like this, and I'm keen to read more!
Sep. 10th, 2011 07:22 pm (UTC)
Getting there, I hope. :)
Sep. 12th, 2011 03:58 am (UTC)
This was...I enjoyed it :) I'd never thought abt such a premise before & I like what u did with it.
Sep. 12th, 2011 06:45 am (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad. :) Yeah, it's mostly just me playing with a minor trend I noticed in canon, because nothing else seems to want to be written right now!
Sep. 15th, 2011 05:54 am (UTC)
Pray tell: what trend?
Sep. 15th, 2011 06:35 pm (UTC)
Oh dear, now I have to define it. I guess ... how they're both so physical in how they interact with the world, and how that led to a more physical component with them getting to know each other than there was with the other members of the team. And I always felt there was kind of a physical note to the play between Parker being an escape artist, essentially, and Eliot being a retrieval specialist. Parker seems to like to poke at that, and at him (although she seems to like to poke at everything).

Which all made me notice when she put him in a position where he had to catch her, especially in the first season. How much glee she seemed to have when he did. I don't know, I'd probably be able to tease out that interplay into a pretty complicated dynamic that is only hinted at in canon, but I'd rather just write some stories that hint at it a tiny bit more. ;)
Sep. 16th, 2011 02:32 am (UTC)
Oh wow. I didn't even _notice_ that. Good catch! (Pun accidental). ;)
Sep. 13th, 2011 04:33 am (UTC)
I like it- got the job done, and let somebody else screw up when she got away. Very Eliot, and Parker would appreciate that.
What kind of apprentice would she have made at that point, I ponders?
Sep. 13th, 2011 04:00 pm (UTC)
I thought so too :)

I'm assuming that at this point, she was already Archie's apprentice, which was a little complication I glossed over to keep it short. But I guess that means I think she'd be a little bit wayward, and so ran off from him while they were in Moscow to do some freelancing!
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