comment_fic 81-85: Leverage and SN
Oct. 27th, 2009 02:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tigriswolfTitle: hideaway
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 255
Point of view: third
Prompt: Eliot/Hardison, Eliot keeping Hardison quiet by holding his hand over Hardison's mouth (or vice versa)
Hardison is mumbling under his breath, trying to make magic happen, but Eliot only keeps part of his attention on him. When the first goon meets his eyes, Eliot smiles disarmingly. No danger here, no way. Just a guy waiting on an appointment.
When the goon’s gaze flicks to Hardison, though, Eliot knows the game is really up.
Shit. The only door not blocked by security is card-locked, but Hardison rolls his eyes and hacks it somehow, still muttering. Eliot shoves him through into a corridor full of doors. Eliot gestures for silence and leads the way.
Hardison taps on his shoulder, holding up his laptop to show the building’s schematics. Eliot nods, considering for a moment. He picks the third door on the left; it’s an old security room, with only two ways out—the entrance and a hidden panel in the far wall, a holdover from the Underground Railroad.
Hardison opens his mouth, but Eliot grabs him, covering his lips with his palm. The goons stampede by, calling orders to each other. Amateurs. Anyone even a bit good could hear ‘em coming from a mile away.
Once they’re gone, Eliot releases him, gesturing for silence. Hardison nods, glaring. Eliot shrugs.
Not his fault the kid doesn’t know how to keep quiet.
Title: sacrificial lion
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: dark
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 235
Point of view: third
Prompt: Eliot/Nate or Hardison, Eliot's been caught and is being tortured but they never took out his com
Sophie’s sobbing, Parker pacing, Nate holding his head in his hands, and Alec trying to trace the feed. Whoever it is, though, they’re good. Really really good. Too good.
Alec throws his keyboard away and spins around, surging to his feet. Parker flinches back, but Sophie and Nate ignore him.
He doesn’t know what to do.
Eliot hasn’t screamed once, but his breaths are shallow and quick, and the questions keep coming, one after the other, sharp and cold.
Eliot hasn’t said a thing.
Alec is helpless. He’s not made for this, to sit and listen. He needs something to do. Something to hack. But whoever it is, whoever they are, they’re better than him. And they have Eliot.
There’s a single gunshot. He can’t hear Eliot breathing.
He collapses back into his seat and Parker sinks to the floor, arms wrapped around herself. Nate pulls Sophie to him and they just hold onto each other.
Alec stares at the screen, at the little dot that is Eliot, that he can’t find.
It’s moving. They’re taking his body somewhere.
Everything in him narrows to knowing that he’ll get vengeance. He’ll destroy them. Just as soon as he finds them, and he shuts away the pain and anger and despair. Anywhere they’ll take a body, it can’t be shielded by computers.
He’ll get them.
Eliot never screamed or begged. Alec refuses to do any less.
Title: damsel in distress
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 195
Point of view: third
Prompt: Eliot, deadly silence
Sophie would tell her captors what fools they are, but they gagged her as soon as they grabbed her. They have men posted at every door and window, but haven't even glanced at the skylight. They have security feeds, but she's noticed that the hallways haven't changed in five minutes. Her team is already here.
Whoever these fools are, they're living out their last minutes.
Eliot doesn't like to kill. Everyone who's anyone knows that.
But dislike is different from not doing it, and he's just as good at killing as he is everything else.
These fools have guns. And Sophie, bound and gagged and bleeding from the knock to the head.
Sophie knows he must've not always been so good. Back when he was younger, just starting out—he had to've made mistakes. Been caught. But he's clearly a quick study, so those were single mistakes, ones he did not repeat.
Maybe if she weren't gagged and her head wasn't aching, she'd speak up when Eliot rappels through the glass roof.
As it is, she just closes her eyes and leans back against the wall, waiting until he unties her and takes her home.
Title: last freak standing
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 280
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam/Dean, there's another "generation" and Dean is the only survivor of them
When he lets himself go, just immerses himself deep in his mind, he can still feel them all. Spread out over the world, waiting.
He's the last of his generation, but there are others. Each generation has a winner, the last freak standing, and pretty soon there'll be one last game. The champions going head-to-head.
And the winner of that game… he shudders. That freak’ll get an army to command and a throne to sit on, a scepter to hold and a crown to wear.
When Sam tells him about his visions, and then that bout of telekinesis, when he sees Max Miller and hears about Rosie, it isn’t surprise that tightens his gut.
He thinks it might be despair.
He’s buried it all so far down—Andy gets the drop on him, and then Ansem, and it takes every shred of willpower he has to not rip them apart.
That’s not who he is. What he is. He’s a hunter. He doesn’t have—he’s not…
You’ve been the best so far, Deano, Azazel had whispered in his mind while tormenting Sam aloud. But little brother… how well do you think he’ll do?
It was locked too far down and he was trying too hard not to die, but Dean looked Azazel straight in his golden eyes and promised, I’ll kill you.
That was his demon-given gift, after all. Look at a thousand scattered puzzle pieces and see how they all fit together. Glance at every variable and add them all up, every possible way things could go.
He smirked at Azazel while his insides were being shredded because in every outcome, Azazel died.
The only variation was who pulled the trigger.
Title: one day, they’ll be unstoppable
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 135
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam & Dean, training Hellhound pups
"No. NononoNO. No way." Dean resolutely kept his eyes on Sam. "No."
Sam looked at him, one pale puppy in his hand. His palm dwarfed it. "Dean, they don't have anywhere else to go."
"I don't care." Something tumbled over his boot, and something else was pulling at the bottom of his pants. "It's not my problem."
"Dean," Sam said, stroking one finger along the puppy's spine. It yipped and tried gnawing on his thumb.
Dean made the mistake of looking down. Half a dozen puppies, each with eyes the color of hellfire and fur the same shade as Lilith's eyes, chased each other and cried for their mama and peered up at him with curious, intelligent gazes.
“Shit,” he muttered.
Sam grinned and cuddled the pup in his hand close, crooning to it.
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Date: 2009-10-27 08:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-10-28 02:51 am (UTC)I'd love to see a moment in Leverage canon with Eliot having to quiet Hardison that way.
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Date: 2009-10-28 05:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-28 05:52 am (UTC)Actually, the idea of these pups a year later, full-grown and acting as the Winchesters' own personal pack of hunting hounds? Yeah. ;-)
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Date: 2009-10-28 05:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-29 04:19 am (UTC)*grins an evol grin* :-D
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Date: 2009-10-29 12:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-29 10:38 pm (UTC);-)
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Date: 2009-10-28 07:08 pm (UTC)Love the idea of Dean being one of the special children who resisted and survived.
All the Elliot love makes me happy. And Alec's determination to hunt down and kill everyone who hurt Elliot is awesome.
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Date: 2009-10-29 12:52 am (UTC)GASP! *not breathing either*
OK. I'll read the rest of the fics now. But that line there? It's a heart stopper!
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Date: 2009-11-01 01:07 am (UTC)*grins*
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Date: 2009-11-01 01:20 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-11-01 06:41 am (UTC)last freak standing--I loved Dean being okay with being shredded because he knows Azazel is still going down.
one day, they'll be unstoppable--Dean and Sam should *totally* have hellhounds to train up right. You know they'd be all loving on Dean and Sam and tearing into the baddies they go up against. I've seen the Dean and Sam plus hellhound(s) thing before (graceandfire, astolat) and it *never* gets old.
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Date: 2009-11-03 02:16 pm (UTC)And cute))
Some day they'd make a great team: Dean, Sammy and their hellhounds :-D
PS can I translate it for my non-English speaking friends? =)))
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Date: 2009-11-04 01:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-11-04 12:40 pm (UTC)So the translation is here http://www.diary.ru/~wayward-fate/p84548629.htm
That's my private diary, unfortunately in Russian but I hope you'd be able to see it at least)))
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Date: 2009-11-04 02:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-11-04 01:16 am (UTC)Also, your icon is adorable.
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Date: 2009-11-04 02:31 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-11-04 03:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-11-04 02:41 pm (UTC)Hellhound fic!
Date: 2009-11-09 11:03 pm (UTC)Although?
Rather than with Dean and Sam ( although that would be cool) I can see them with Bobby Singer. Your ultimate Junkyard Dogs.
Re: Hellhound fic!
Date: 2009-11-10 12:18 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!