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Title: Twenty-Four
Author: [livejournal.com profile] kathierif_fic
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Transformative fanwork whee!
Summary: Hardison whimpered. "El-Eliot." His voice had a scratchy quality to it, very distinctive, and Eliot felt his skin prickle.
A/N: For [livejournal.com profile] leverage500's challenge #6: lines. 583 words.



The sound of panting was loud in Eliot's ear, enough to drown out the rush of his own blood and the people surrounding him as he made his way, quick and efficient, through the crowd without pulling any attention to himself.

"Hardison?" he asked, his voice pitched low. "Come on, man, talk to me."

Hardison didn't react for a long, agonizing moment, then, he whimpered. "El-Eliot." His voice had a scratchy quality to it, very distinctive, and Eliot felt his skin prickle.

"Keep talking," he ordered as he navigated past an older lady with a walker. "Come on." He ignored the look the lady gave him and picked up the pace.

"Oh God, El," Hardison managed, the words coming out in a sob. "Hurry up, man, I ca- I can't..."

"Yes, you can." Eliot reached his car and took a deep breath to keep his own nerves calm. "You can, you hear me, Hardison? Just hold on for a little longer." He shook his head to clear his vision and turned the key in the ignition. "Just keep the comm lines open and tell me where you are."

"I don't..." Hardison's voice trailed off. "I don't know where I am," he finally managed to press out. "Eliot..."

"Just hold on," Eliot repeated, like a mantra, and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Hold on, I'm coming, I'm gonna get you, you hear me, Hardison?"

He listened to Hardison's labored breathing for a long moment.

"I hear you," the younger man finally whispered. "I hear you."

He lapsed back into silence, and Eliot had to split his attention between the soft whimpers that occasionally filtered through his earbud, hoping to catch a distinctive sound that told him where to go, where he could find Hardison, and the road ahead of him.

"Your phone," Hardison said. "Check your phone, to find me, the way I taught you..."

It was a clear sign of how out of it he was, Eliot thought while pulling the phone out of his pocket without slowing down the car, that Hardison had needed so long to remember that there was an easy way to track him. As long as he was still wearing his earbud, Eliot would be able to find him, and he would find him quickly enough.

He glanced down at his phone as the map appeared, the little blue dot on the screen indicating his own position. Hardison's dot was red.

He was still in town, and he wasn't moving, as far as Eliot could tell.

"I know where you are," he said after another glance down and pressed his foot down on the gas pedal. "Hold on, I'll be there in ten minutes. Ten minutes, okay?"

Hardison didn't reply.

Eight and a half minute later, Eliot barged through the doors of the warehouse, his hands balled into tight fists by his sides, and stormed toward the center of the otherwise empty room.

"I hate you," he growled. "Both of you."

Parker grinned. She was straddling Hardison, her hips moving gently as she took him deep into herself. Hardison's hands were bound to the headboard of the bed, his eyes were closed, and he was still panting.

"No you don't," she said and arched her back. "Do you?"

"He doesn't," Hardison managed to say around a broken moan as she lifted herself up and slowly sank down again. "Behave and get naked."

Eliot growled, but in the end, he didn't have the strength to resist them.

~end :D
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