Home is so many places. Home is Hardison's penthouse, where they can sprawl naked over his Batman sheets and the city watches them. Home is Eliot's place in the 'burbs, where the high fences hide them from the neighbor's prying eyes. Home is all of those places where Parker takes them, only if they promise never to say where it is. Home can even be the couch in Nate's apartment, when he's looking for hope in the bottom of a bottle or Sophie's pulled him into bed upstairs. Home is a thousand and one hotel rooms and airplane bathrooms and, once, a tent that still smelled like camel.
When they're Home, it's not always about sex. Eliot was pretty sure he'd feel like a dirty old man if that were true, even if Parker was closer to his age than Hardison's. Home was about being able to toss aside their professions and be themselves. They could be - Christ, at some point Eliot was going to kill Hardison for it - Rose and Jack and Mickey Baker. Eliot definitely needed to ask why they all had the same last name and why they all walked out of Doctor Who.
But, as months turned into years and Home became just having them nearby, Eliot began to understand why there were self-help books about learning to be yourself around your family. Not that he read them. But Parker hadn't showed them her warehouse and Hardison had some serious high tech merchandise and Eliot... he didn't always think about that. Safer that way. Probably why they hadn't told anyone else about him.
He wondered if Sophie and Nate had the same problems. Was Nate always a control freak, even in bed? Did Sophie feel the burning need to grift her way through their occasional secret date in the North End? Did they understand that the rest of them had forgotten how to be real people? Hardison less than him and Parker, but even then, he got lost so fast in his tech.
It wasn't all bad. Parker told him she got off faster when he growled and pinned them so hard they couldn't get up. And Parker was never more beautiful than when she wasn't there. And Hardison... Eliot couldn't deny the amazing things the internet had done for them or the fact that he slept better, knowing Hardison's security system was in place.
Eliot looked at the bruises on his wrists and Hardison in his bed, half curled around his fancy smart phone. The cold breeze from the window woke him up because Parker was already gone. Maybe bringing work home wasn't so bad.
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Home, Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker
Date: 2011-10-06 05:48 pm (UTC)When they're Home, it's not always about sex. Eliot was pretty sure he'd feel like a dirty old man if that were true, even if Parker was closer to his age than Hardison's. Home was about being able to toss aside their professions and be themselves. They could be - Christ, at some point Eliot was going to kill Hardison for it - Rose and Jack and Mickey Baker. Eliot definitely needed to ask why they all had the same last name and why they all walked out of Doctor Who.
But, as months turned into years and Home became just having them nearby, Eliot began to understand why there were self-help books about learning to be yourself around your family. Not that he read them. But Parker hadn't showed them her warehouse and Hardison had some serious high tech merchandise and Eliot... he didn't always think about that. Safer that way. Probably why they hadn't told anyone else about him.
He wondered if Sophie and Nate had the same problems. Was Nate always a control freak, even in bed? Did Sophie feel the burning need to grift her way through their occasional secret date in the North End? Did they understand that the rest of them had forgotten how to be real people? Hardison less than him and Parker, but even then, he got lost so fast in his tech.
It wasn't all bad. Parker told him she got off faster when he growled and pinned them so hard they couldn't get up. And Parker was never more beautiful than when she wasn't there. And Hardison... Eliot couldn't deny the amazing things the internet had done for them or the fact that he slept better, knowing Hardison's security system was in place.
Eliot looked at the bruises on his wrists and Hardison in his bed, half curled around his fancy smart phone. The cold breeze from the window woke him up because Parker was already gone. Maybe bringing work home wasn't so bad.