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tigriswolfTitle: the brittle strength of bones
Fandom: “Leverage”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Milton.
Warnings: spoilers for “The First David Job”, 1.12
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 120
Point of view: third
He’s gone so long without losing that he’s gotten cocky. He’s caught off-guard and the guy is good—pretty damn good. Eliot doesn’t have a chance to catch his breath; the fucker just keeps coming and coming and coming—finally, Eliot throws him off and he pauses, panting, and demands, “Why won’t you go down?”
And that’s his mistake. Eliot’s hurt and tired, but he’s nowhere near beaten, and he would never give his opponent time to rest.
So Eliot smirks, blood on his lips, and puts him down. He’s taken his measure of the guy, and that little break was enough.
He had gotten cocky, yeah, but he learns from his mistakes, and there’s a reason he’s the best.
Title: We belong together like the open seas and shores
Fandom: “Leverage”/“Angel the Series” crossover
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Gavin DeGraw.
Warnings: spoilers for Ats; AU for AtS season five
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 715
Point of view: third
Notes: not in chronological order
You gonna go after Wolfram and Hart? Lindsey asks from the mirror.
And Eliot answers, Someday.
They’d been best friends, growing up, identical twins with dirt-poor parents, two older brothers and a sister four years after.
Only Eliot and their sister are still alive.
It wasn’t your fault, Lindsey tells him when nightmares wake him up gasping. I wanted out. You didn’t chase me away.
I didn’t chase after you, either, Eliot says, and doesn’t sleep for the rest of the night.
Lindsey got the brains and Eliot got the brawns—that’s what their eldest brother used to say. Lindsey spent all his time studying, had the highest grades in their year all the way to graduation. Eliot got in daily fights and only learned when Lindsey made him quiz him.
Lindsey graduated at the top of their class, with grades perfect enough for Wolfram and Hart to come calling. Eliot barely graduated at all.
I need to know you forgive me, Lindsey whispers. That’s the only way I can move on.
Eliot doesn’t say a thing.
They saw each other sporadically over the years, with random phone calls in-between. Lindsey was an up-and-coming lawyer, while Eliot floundered. And then Eliot fell into the underbelly of society and found his calling.
Lindsey had always been driven to be the best, to shine, to rise above all the rest. Eliot finally realized how that felt and he rose through the ranks swiftly, the jack of all trades in retrieving or assassinating. Lindsey once asked his brother where he was going; Eliot choked on a laugh and rumbled out, Hell.
They’re good people, Lindsey says. I’m glad you’ve fallen in with them.
Eliot nods, but replies, Not as good as you’da been.
Lindsey never said goodbye. He said he had some loose ends to tie up in LA and he’d be back in three weeks.
Eliot had a job in Moscow. He was a world away when he heard Lindsey scream and then—nothing.
Eliot, Lindsey murmurs sometimes, turn left. Or Not that way. Or Bad guy, duck! Before Lindsey died, Eliot had been a kick-ass fighter, but after? No one could get the drop on him.
He’d trade the reputation and prowess in less than a heartbeat to have his brother breathing again.
Eliot spent a month at his little sister’s home in Oklahoma City. She was the only family he had left. Her twin daughters were six and little boy eight. He took a break from retrieving to look after them and feel like a real person again.
It didn’t work. He only felt alive when he was breaking bones or making people bleed, and that didn’t worry him as much as it should. So he kissed his sister and the kiddos goodbye and vanished back into the underbelly of society, never pausing or resting, searching for something that died in Los Angeles when he wasn’t looking.
You’re gonna get yourself killed, Lindsey yells in the middle of a brawl. He’s been dead for three years and Eliot doesn’t look over, just ducks a punch and kicks some poor bastard in the ribs.
Fuck you, Lindsey snarls. Eliot takes a hit in the face and keeps smiling.
After they had make-up sex years too late, Aimee said, “I heard about your twin. I’m sorry.”
Eliot pretended to be asleep.
Forgive me, Lindsey begs. El, come on. It’s been four years. Let me go.
No, Eliot says.
Lindsey’s middle name had been Spencer. Growing up, his hair had always been a wild tangle until high-school, when he cut it to look more respectable.
They’d both loved horses. Never felt as free as on the back of a horse.
Devereaux suspects there’s more to you than breaking faces, Lindsey whispers. Hardison looked into your background. Ford’s heard about you beyond what your file says. And Parker—man, she’s ten pounds of crazy in a five-pound bag.
Don’t worry ‘bout me, Linny, Eliot says. The only person I trust is dead.
Eliot was never a team player. He couldn’t trust anyone—a character flaw, Dad said. Mom said it was smart.
Lindsey, though, didn’t just play on a team. He led it.
You gonna go after Wolfram and Hart? Lindsey asks from the mirror.
And Eliot answers, Today.
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Date: 2009-02-19 10:55 pm (UTC)So...the first one there? Pretty good...lots of emotion and description packed into a very small package. And yeah, I could totally see that being eliot's thought process.
The second one? Oh holy motherfuck, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE tell me there's more to that snippet. That's amazing, and creepy and spot on for both characters, and wow, just wow. Please, more? Pretty please?
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Date: 2009-02-20 01:33 pm (UTC)That's all for now, though. Thank you!
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Date: 2009-02-19 11:18 pm (UTC)God, the second was amazing! I loved it. So much emotion in there - anger and guilt and obsession...Wow. It gave me shivers, really.
I'm a mod at a Lindsey community called
Or, you know, you could join and post it yourself! ;-)
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Date: 2009-02-20 01:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-02-19 11:24 pm (UTC)DAMN.
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Date: 2009-02-20 12:51 am (UTC)The crossover though? Wow. Gimme more, man. I love it. I'd love to see more snippets of their past and how Eliot deals with his ghost while on the team, and wow. Going after Evil Inc? Yes please, and now. It's so spot on, I'm left tearing up and wanting, again, for someone to kick Angel's sorry, pathetic, self-centered ass...
And... the concept might have bitten me, just a little. Their being twins, I mean. Would you mind if I played around with the concept at all? I just don't want to step on your toes, and I'd totally give you credit for the inspiration...
In fact, I'm going to go rec this right now :D
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Date: 2009-02-20 01:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-20 12:52 am (UTC)The first one was lovely. Completely believable and great.
The second one was amazing. Lol. I've just started getting into Angel a month-or-so ago so I can't really say anything on Lindsey's character but it seems spot-on. Both of them. Wonderful. Will there be more to it?
Great job on both!
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Date: 2009-02-20 01:36 pm (UTC)As of now, this all in the 'verse. Thank you!
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Date: 2009-02-20 02:00 am (UTC)Second? It's gonna stick on my mind for a long time and make me wonder about what ifs and what could have beens. Amazing.
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Date: 2009-02-20 01:36 pm (UTC)Twins!!
Date: 2009-02-20 02:56 am (UTC)Re: Twins!!
Date: 2009-02-20 01:37 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2009-02-20 09:12 pm (UTC)Damn, I wish I'd thought of that!
Awesomeness, and I hope more comes to you.
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Date: 2009-08-27 06:25 am (UTC)did I mention good job?
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Date: 2011-04-06 01:24 pm (UTC)Please tell me you plan to go on- you really need to make more of this-it's chilling and intriguing, and very IC.
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