Merc' With A Mouth

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He only made her smile brighter by tapping her nose. “Sweet sixteen. Not sure sure how sweet it really is though.” 

She sat up a little bit and huffed a sigh. Ellie didn’t want to go back now that she’d gotten to be there with him. Even if it were just for a little bit, it wasn’t enough.

“Do we have to? I could just stay here, pretend that life was never more than an elaborate dream…”

Ellie let out a little noise and opened her eyes a little further to glance at him. A happy, drowsy smile spread across her face seeing him there. 

“I actually thought you were a dream,” she muttered. Her chin quivered slightly but she held back any tears. “I’ve never woken up to something so wonderful, dad.”

By the time he came back out, Ellie was laying on the couch with the t-shirt laying over her shoulders and arms. Her head was turned toward the television but she was dozing off, her eyes barely managing to stay open. As it turned out, she was more than comfortable laying there in Wade’s apartment. 

Ellie snickered softly and nodded. “I’ll stay right here on the couch. With the shirt.” She held her hand up and only then realized she’d still been holding onto the silly thing. Sitting back down on the couch, she put her heels on the floor beside her feet and leaned back. “How would you have the papers already? …Psychic papers like Dr. Who?”

Ellie didn’t press it even though she wanted to test it right then and there. She knew it could be dangerous if she were wrong. “So we’ll likely have centuries together… I like that.” 

She groaned at the mention of school but smiled. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. “My foster home? I don’t think you’ll want to be there. It’s not terrible but it’s not great either. The Carmichael’s are a nice family but they like problem children.”

She sighed at the fingers in her hair and closed her eyes for a second. He was warm, comforting. It was all she’d dreamed of. 

“I’ll pretend but that doesn’t mean I won’t come here.” A slight snort left her, prompting a smirk. “I’m fairly certain I’m… like you in that I can’t die. They’d have to try hard.” 

Not that Eleanor was going to advertise it. Giving him another look, she let her shoulders fall. “In that case… what now?”

“I can give you five years but I’m adamant about my choice. Dad, I wasn’t lying about five. Five heads. On me.” 

She touched his hand and sighed softly. Five years was a long time where so many things could go so terribly wrong and she didn’t know if she could keep it.

“I give you five years but what does that mean for us? Are you going to leave me again?”

Feeling him hugging her, Eleanor whined softly and hugged him tightly. She didn’t want to let go of him. Why couldn’t moments like this last forever? 

“I’m safest with you,” she muttered. It took everything in her not to break down and cry as hard as she could but she wanted to hear what he had to say. “What would that be?” 

She was cautious. This could spear her heart and she knew it.

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“That’s funny considering that nothing I do is good enough. I can’t even get adopted,” she huffed. “I don’t care if you didn’t graduate, that doesn’t mean you can’t be a dad.” 

Feeling his hands fall on her shoulders, Eleanor was almost certain she was making her way to an impasse with him. She blinked and turned her head away for a moment, one of the tears finally starting down her cheek. Maybe it was a good thing she wore waterproof makeup. 

“I don’t care about any of that. I just want you to be my dad and stop running away from me. …What did I do to deserve that?”

“Why not?! Why am I not good enough for you? All I want is for you to be there, that’s it.” Eleanor matched him in volume and stood the second she was finished with the last sentence. As short as she was, she wasn’t very intimidating but that didn’t matter. 

Dark eyes narrowed and she straightened her spine, an unreadable glint appearing in watering eyes. “If it gets your attention, I’ll keep doing it. If it’s the only way to get your attention, then I’ll have the highest head count on me of any mercenary.” 

Her grip on the t-shirt tightened and Ellie took a step toward him. “The only thing I have to lose is you and I’ve lost you time and time again. I’ve watched you turn your back on me and leave before and I’ll fight back as needed.” 

Eleanor never once let go of the shirt.

No! That wasn’t fair. She wanted to cry and beg him to let her stay around him but Ellie choked that back and swallowed it down. 

“I’m not going back anywhere. I want my father in my life, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. Even for the simple things - talking to my prom date, getting on to me for leaving the milk out, for not passing a quiz, having my heart broken by a wayward date mate… I could go on.” 

Dark eyes didn’t leave him but Eleanor decided to take that leap. She knew she had to. “And if I want to be the best mercenary that’s ever lived? Better than you?”