Monday: First Lines

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Good morning, everyone! I’m meteorfire, and I'll be your guest host for the week!

Today’s theme is First Lines, which means that your prompt is the first lines in the following ficlet. Therefore, when filling a prompt, your story should begin with the provided line.

Some quick examples:

• Doctor Who, any, It was all fine until the Doctor made a paper hat.
• Sherlock BBC, Sherlock & John, There are three things (at least) that you don’t learn about Sherlock until you live with him for a year.
• Merlin BBC, Arthur, Dragons were always bad news.

As always, remember to follow the rules:

• Only three prompts from a fandom
• Only five prompts in a row
• If one prompt gets filled you can leave a new one
• No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
• If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly and leave space for the spoiler.

Have fun, everyone!

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[moonchildfic.livejournal.com]

They saved each other’s lives once.

Later, when Parker and Hardison ask, that’s what Eliot will say about how he knows the British doctor they have drinks with while on a job in London.

Parker will envision explosions and Eliot being heroic. Hardison will worry about a battle field under a hot middle eastern sun.

It’s both, in a way, and neither.

It was explosions and heroics and the Middle East but it wasn’t until afterwards when they met.

Eliot had been in the limbo that made up the six months between leaving L.A. and coming to Boston, doing some work in Pakistan that the government would never admit was done in their name. He was injured badly enough to wind up in a field hospital in a bed next to a British Army Doctor who’d taken a bullet in the shoulder only to watch the man who’s life he’d been trying to save take one in the skull.

For John the lifesaving was mostly straight forward. The man was suffering from severe PTSD and slipping away by the hour. Eliot had tried talking to him, joking with him, even provoking his anger one time. Eliot wasn’t exactly in a good place himself but he’d watched enough soldiers slip away while they’re bodies were supposed to be healing for several lifetimes. It didn’t fix John by any means, but he managed to hold the man to this world long enough for John to start fighting again.

And John?

Eliot had gone into the desert to get lost. Somewhere along the way being the good guy had gotten under his skin and he had walked into that fire to try to burn the past year away.
But in the dead of night, the last night before John was sent home and Eliot took his leave, John had asked a simple question that would ring through his head over and over until he got the letter from Sophie about her play and would chase him across the room and back to a bar and into a life where he wasn’t already living on borrowed time.

Parker and Hardison assumed they’d saved each other’s lives in a battle zone, Eliot wouldn’t tell them he and John had saved each other from themselves.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!