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IM GOING TO JUMP

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please,, how do they find out hardison is immortal?
continuation of this post! i used the rundown job as a basis for this BUT i still hope you enjoy it :)
we agreed we all change. better or worse, we change together
They work alone. They always work alone. Thereās no exceptions.Ā
ot3 parallels: face holdingĀ

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part 1 of a little leverage ficlet that @spyderinej and @chadlesbianjasontodd seemed interested in lmaoĀ if i get the whole thing finished ill post it to ao3 but for now, enjoy number one
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Theyāre finishing up a mission, four hours south of Boston. It was a simple mission, as simple as their missions can get, but a hard one nonetheless. Eliot had taken a few hard hits and heās sure heāll have an impressive spread of bruising on his torso tomorrow. Sophie had been captured with Nate, but Parker has taken the lionās share of danger.
Within two days, she had been chased, shot at, and taken an unharnessed climb up a nine-story building to save the mission almost single-handedly.
Eliot doesnāt wait for the rest of the team before heading back to the van. His face is already beginning to swell and he doesnāt feel the need to gloat like the others do; he doesnāt need the satisfaction of seeing the markās face, he knows what heās doing is making a difference and thatās enough.
So, itās a surprise to find heās not the first one back at the van. He slides the side door open and pauses when he sees Parker already sitting in the middle bench. She grins at him, showing too many teeth and looking near feral. The tremors that run through her body arenāt easily hid and Eliot identifies the issue: adrenaline rush.
āYou gonna stand there all day?ā Parker asks and the tremors that run through her body take hold of her voice too.
Eliot climbs in the seat beside her and pulls the door shut.
āHow're you doing?ā he asks, carefully watching the way she seems to vibrate in her seat. Parker scrunches her nose at the question and even though Eliotās sure she knows the crash is coming, her eyes are bright and excited.
āOh, Iām great,ā she says with a cocked brow. āHowāre you doing?ā
āOh, Iām great,ā he mimics and she snorts a laugh. That brings a genuine grin to Eliotās face and despite the pain, Eliot canāt force his face neutral.
Heās aware theyāre both lying, but Parker has Eliotās respect instinctively, in the way the others donāt quite yet. He understands Parker and he thinks, if he lets her, she could understand him.
Heās prepared to be cheesy, to give her the acknowledgment that without her this case wouldāve failed, but before he can get the words ordered in his mind, the backdoors open.
Bright light filters into the semi-dark of the van and Eliot squints, heart pounding and fists clenching on instinct.
āOh, damn,ā Hardison says, letting out a low whistle which settles Eliotās racing heart. āWhat in the hell happened to you?ā
Hardison climbs in through the back and settles in the final row of seating. Eliot narrows his eyes in lieu of rolling them and shifts to face the front.
āWhat do you think happened,ā he says, well aware Hardison heard every hit through the comms. In his peripherals, he can see Sophie approaching the passenger seat and he sees Nate passing Parkerās window towards the driverās seat.
Hardison leans forward as the car starts, long arms extending over the seat and tapping Eliot on the shoulder with the backside of his hand. His other hand rests against Parkerās shoulder- effectively placing himself between them.
āYa know,ā he starts, grin in his voice, but then pauses and looks over at Parker. āYouāre shaking.ā
At Hardisonās tone shift, Nateās eyes flicker to the rearview mirror and Sophie looks over in her seat.
āIām fine,ā Parker says, waving off the concern, but she is shaking, harder than before. Sheās crashing and Eliot wishes they had a blanket or something for her to hold on to. Heās tempted to shrug off his jacket and drape it over her, but he knows sheād like that as much as he would. The only thing he can do to help is back her up and bring the attention off her. Sheās a big girl, sheās taken care of herself for a long time; if she needs help sheāll ask.
āHardison,ā Eliot says, softly but firmly. It gets his attention and Hardisonās dark eyes are on him. āSheās fine.ā He tries to put as much sincerity into the statement as he could. It seems to work, because Hardison gives her one last look before retreating to the backseat. Parker gives him a grateful smile and something in him wants to say something soothing like, get some sleep, Parker. He bites back the urge and clenches his teeth; this team is making him soft.
But, like she could hear him anyway, Parker slouches in her seat and leans her head against the window. The muscles in her jaw are tight and Eliotās sure sheās fighting back nausea or a headache, or both, though he hopes for her sake itās not both.
Eliot stops watching over her, almost certain Hardison is, and closes his own eyes. His ribs ache and he focuses on taking easy, shallow breaths.
The van rumbles soothingly underneath him and he can hear Sophie and Nate talking softly to each other. He lets himself relax; heās safe, here, in this smelly van with four other thieves. A year ago, hell, six months ago he never wouldāve believed that.
He lets the sounds of their conversation flow over him as he drifts. He can hear the sound of Hardison fingers moving across his keyboard, a gentle tapping that usually would irk him, but today just serves as another reminder that someoneās watching his back.
He doesnāt know how long he spends half-asleep, but heās startled awake by the van jostling sharply. Poor roadwork causes the van to shake and bounce its way down the road and it takes a moment for Eliot to catch his bearings.
Parkerās head rocks from side to side before it slides down the seat and rests on his shoulder. Eliot stiffens and pinches his lips together; a hand raises to cup Parkerās head to keep it from bouncing as best as he can.
āHey,ā he growls towards Nate. Sophie is the one to acknowledge him, but only to smile fondly at them before returning her gaze out the window.
The van stops bouncing suddenly, and without the constant jostling, Eliotās too aware of the weight of Parker against him.
Tension pulls his shoulders tight and straightens his spine.
Instinct and habit almost have him launching Parker across the van. He restrains, but only just.
āHey, man, relax. Itās a girl, not a bomb.ā Hardisonās grinning; Eliotās positive he is and the knowledge makes him want to tackle Hardison to the ground and teach him some respect.
āItās not a girl,ā Eliot replies, looking at the blonde hair spilling over his shoulder. āItās... Parker.ā
He knows Hardison is smirking, can practically feel the humor radiating from behind him. He frowns, a wrinkle forming deep between his eyebrows and something in his chest tightens. The urge to shove her off and remove himself from this situation is strong, but knowing itās Parker is stronger. Eliot shifts, wincing as the movement tweaks the aches in his ribs, and lifts Parkerās head off his shoulder slowly. With a gentleness he uses exclusively with bombs, he maneuvers her off and away from him, guiding her until sheās leaned against the window.
He can see Hardison watching them from the corner of his eye and he wants to be annoyed at the surprise he sees there, but instead he withdraws carefully from Parker and settles back down on the other end of the row. Holding Parker the way he did, at the weird angle he did, put a lot more strain on his ribs than he wanted and white flashes dance across his vision for a moment. He presses his hand to his side and breathes slowly until the pain is back to being manageable, but he keeps his eyes closed.
Hardison has gone back to tapping at his keyboard. Sophie is singing along to the low radio under her breath. Parker shifts in her sleep to get more comfortable. Eliot keeps his eyes closed and breathes.
me you hardison, pfft, thatās fine thatās working