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telarynTitle: Flipping the Script
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telaryn
Word Count: 979
Fandom: Leverage/BTVS
Characters: Eliot, Faith/Robin Wood
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really.
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: Eliot's mission to "retrieve" Faith for Lindsey goes predictably pear shaped.
Author's Note: Written for angst_bingo, for the prompt "unable to move". This is set pre-series for Leverage and somewhere between S7 and S8 for Buffy. Faith is in Cleveland, and she's still with Robin.
And yes, it follows the story I posted this morning. The problem with this card is starting to be that my brain is trying to spin one HUGE VAST EPIC that absorbs all the prompts at once.
Can you say, "not the point"?
I thought you could.
Faith watched Robin pacing in the distance – the shouted portions of his conversation with headquarters washing over her and melting into mist.
She hadn’t wanted to call them. Nothing had happened that hadn’t happened a million times before; the others’ lack of concern for her situation was so commonplace it didn’t even hurt anymore. Robin – not surprisingly – had disagreed. “It’s ridiculous!” he’d declared before stalking away to begin ripping Xander a new asshole. “They owe you the same protection they’d give Buffy, Giles, or any of the others.”
It was sweet, really – part of the reason she’d let him stay this long.
Faith couldn’t say what, exactly, drew her attention back to their prisoner. “Should have seen you coming, that’s for damn sure,” she muttered, crouching down to check his vitals again. Pulse strong, breathing good. She checked the restraints they’d fastened on his wrists and ankles – curiously worked things he’d obviously intended to use on her.
Robin had confirmed they were enchanted, but he hadn’t been able to isolate the nature of the spell. “If I had to guess,” he said finally, “I’d say the enchantment is Slayer-specific; something to guarantee you’d stay a prisoner until he got you wherever he was planning on taking you.”
Faith at least knew the answer to the ‘wherever’ part of the equation. Wolfram & Hart. Even though it came from her life “before”, Faith knew she’d never forget that face. Never pegged him as a badass, she thought, idly smoothing a lock of hair back off his face. The man she remembered from before had been terrified of her. This one had come at her with a reasonable expectation of victory.
“You probably shouldn’t be that close.” Startled, Faith pivoted to see that Robin had come up beside her. “We don’t know if what I did will work.”
With a small groan, Faith stood up. “Bet you dishes for a month it works on him exactly the way it was going to work on me.”
*************
Wouldn’t take that bet if I were you, Eliot thought, trying again to make his limbs respond and failing miserably. He’d been ready to kill his brother upon regaining consciousness, but hearing that the spell on the restraints he’d been given had apparently been perverted, instead of not performing as advertised, he found he was more sanguine about the whole mess.
The fact that he wasn’t actively bleeding definitely helped his overall emotional balance.
“We’re not calling the cops.” The woman’s voice suddenly distracted Eliot from his weak attempts to free himself.
“Unless you want to wait for a retrieval team to take him all the way back to HQ, I don’t see what choice we have.” Eliot recalled what he’d seen of the woman’s companion before she’d cold-cocked him into unconsciousness. He was the older of the two, but aside from some obvious magical talent clearly the weaker half of the partnership.
“Oh I don’t know.” The pitch of the woman’s voice changed, and it was all Eliot could do to hold back a snort. “I could just gut him like a trout. It’s probably what he’s expecting me to do anyway.” She finished the statement standing over him; Eliot knew he was busted, even before she pushed the toe of her boot into his shoulder.
“Do I have a vote?” he asked, opening his eyes finally and looking up at her.
Dark eyes stared down at him coolly. “Not really,” she said, matter-of-factly. “I was just tired of pretending we didn’t know you were awake.”
She wanted to kill him. Eliot couldn’t have said how he knew – a miniscule flash of something about the way she was watching him that was all too painfully familiar. Her hand on the hilt of her knife would have read as caution to anyone else, but there was something about the way her fingers moved on the wire wrapping that told him better than words he was right.
Fuck.
*********************
Her hind brain was starting to make its wishes known. Faith knew they needed to make a decision before gutting the man lying helpless at her feet become something less hyperbolic. “I don’t want them finding my prints here,” she said, forcing her attention away from the prisoner and back towards Robin. “You know we don’t have a choice about staying here, and I can’t guard a Hellmouth from prison.”
Robin glanced down at the prisoner, then back up at her. “We could always call his bosses – let them know where he is.”
Faith smiled. Even if there would have been more style in dropping him off on their front doorstep in Los Angeles, the idea of delivering a proactive “fuck you” to the evil law firm did have a certain appeal. “Suppose they’re in the book?” she asked.
Robin was already looking up the number, when their prisoner finally spoke up. “Wait.”
Faith stepped back and pivoted, so she could see the man better. “I clearly remember saying you don’t get a vote.”
“Lindsey McDonald,” the man said. “213-555-8946. Tell him what happened. He’ll work with you.”
“I thought you were Lindsey McDonald,” Faith said, tilting her head to one side. The fact that he wasn’t explained the physical discrepancies, but not the resemblance. “You a brother or something?”
The man grimaced. “Twin. Eliot.”
Faith saw Robin move away, phone already to his ear. “How much did your brother tell you about me?” she asked, not looking down at first.
“Enough to know that I’m not happy about your boyfriend leaving us alone together,” came the response.
Faith smiled, watching Robin walk even further away. “Your brother didn’t tell you to be afraid of that.” She met Eliot’s gaze. “You figured that one out all on your own.”
“Let’s just say you remind me of someone I used to know pretty well.”
Author:
telarynWord Count: 979
Fandom: Leverage/BTVS
Characters: Eliot, Faith/Robin Wood
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really.
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: Eliot's mission to "retrieve" Faith for Lindsey goes predictably pear shaped.
Author's Note: Written for angst_bingo, for the prompt "unable to move". This is set pre-series for Leverage and somewhere between S7 and S8 for Buffy. Faith is in Cleveland, and she's still with Robin.
And yes, it follows the story I posted this morning. The problem with this card is starting to be that my brain is trying to spin one HUGE VAST EPIC that absorbs all the prompts at once.
Can you say, "not the point"?
I thought you could.
Faith watched Robin pacing in the distance – the shouted portions of his conversation with headquarters washing over her and melting into mist.
She hadn’t wanted to call them. Nothing had happened that hadn’t happened a million times before; the others’ lack of concern for her situation was so commonplace it didn’t even hurt anymore. Robin – not surprisingly – had disagreed. “It’s ridiculous!” he’d declared before stalking away to begin ripping Xander a new asshole. “They owe you the same protection they’d give Buffy, Giles, or any of the others.”
It was sweet, really – part of the reason she’d let him stay this long.
Faith couldn’t say what, exactly, drew her attention back to their prisoner. “Should have seen you coming, that’s for damn sure,” she muttered, crouching down to check his vitals again. Pulse strong, breathing good. She checked the restraints they’d fastened on his wrists and ankles – curiously worked things he’d obviously intended to use on her.
Robin had confirmed they were enchanted, but he hadn’t been able to isolate the nature of the spell. “If I had to guess,” he said finally, “I’d say the enchantment is Slayer-specific; something to guarantee you’d stay a prisoner until he got you wherever he was planning on taking you.”
Faith at least knew the answer to the ‘wherever’ part of the equation. Wolfram & Hart. Even though it came from her life “before”, Faith knew she’d never forget that face. Never pegged him as a badass, she thought, idly smoothing a lock of hair back off his face. The man she remembered from before had been terrified of her. This one had come at her with a reasonable expectation of victory.
“You probably shouldn’t be that close.” Startled, Faith pivoted to see that Robin had come up beside her. “We don’t know if what I did will work.”
With a small groan, Faith stood up. “Bet you dishes for a month it works on him exactly the way it was going to work on me.”
*************
Wouldn’t take that bet if I were you, Eliot thought, trying again to make his limbs respond and failing miserably. He’d been ready to kill his brother upon regaining consciousness, but hearing that the spell on the restraints he’d been given had apparently been perverted, instead of not performing as advertised, he found he was more sanguine about the whole mess.
The fact that he wasn’t actively bleeding definitely helped his overall emotional balance.
“We’re not calling the cops.” The woman’s voice suddenly distracted Eliot from his weak attempts to free himself.
“Unless you want to wait for a retrieval team to take him all the way back to HQ, I don’t see what choice we have.” Eliot recalled what he’d seen of the woman’s companion before she’d cold-cocked him into unconsciousness. He was the older of the two, but aside from some obvious magical talent clearly the weaker half of the partnership.
“Oh I don’t know.” The pitch of the woman’s voice changed, and it was all Eliot could do to hold back a snort. “I could just gut him like a trout. It’s probably what he’s expecting me to do anyway.” She finished the statement standing over him; Eliot knew he was busted, even before she pushed the toe of her boot into his shoulder.
“Do I have a vote?” he asked, opening his eyes finally and looking up at her.
Dark eyes stared down at him coolly. “Not really,” she said, matter-of-factly. “I was just tired of pretending we didn’t know you were awake.”
She wanted to kill him. Eliot couldn’t have said how he knew – a miniscule flash of something about the way she was watching him that was all too painfully familiar. Her hand on the hilt of her knife would have read as caution to anyone else, but there was something about the way her fingers moved on the wire wrapping that told him better than words he was right.
Fuck.
*********************
Her hind brain was starting to make its wishes known. Faith knew they needed to make a decision before gutting the man lying helpless at her feet become something less hyperbolic. “I don’t want them finding my prints here,” she said, forcing her attention away from the prisoner and back towards Robin. “You know we don’t have a choice about staying here, and I can’t guard a Hellmouth from prison.”
Robin glanced down at the prisoner, then back up at her. “We could always call his bosses – let them know where he is.”
Faith smiled. Even if there would have been more style in dropping him off on their front doorstep in Los Angeles, the idea of delivering a proactive “fuck you” to the evil law firm did have a certain appeal. “Suppose they’re in the book?” she asked.
Robin was already looking up the number, when their prisoner finally spoke up. “Wait.”
Faith stepped back and pivoted, so she could see the man better. “I clearly remember saying you don’t get a vote.”
“Lindsey McDonald,” the man said. “213-555-8946. Tell him what happened. He’ll work with you.”
“I thought you were Lindsey McDonald,” Faith said, tilting her head to one side. The fact that he wasn’t explained the physical discrepancies, but not the resemblance. “You a brother or something?”
The man grimaced. “Twin. Eliot.”
Faith saw Robin move away, phone already to his ear. “How much did your brother tell you about me?” she asked, not looking down at first.
“Enough to know that I’m not happy about your boyfriend leaving us alone together,” came the response.
Faith smiled, watching Robin walk even further away. “Your brother didn’t tell you to be afraid of that.” She met Eliot’s gaze. “You figured that one out all on your own.”
“Let’s just say you remind me of someone I used to know pretty well.”
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14/4/11 13:53 (UTC)pretty please?
*bats eyelashes*
Great work again honey!