Basically: they were all busy when Eliot's flight landed. Sending a car to pick him up was their first mistake.
"Where in Hell is my gear?"
Parker cocked her head, "He has gear? Since when does he have gear? Other than the handcuffs in our room, I mean. And those are still in the dresser. Right, Alec? Alec? Aren't the handcuffs still in the dresser?"
Alec wrapped a hand around Parker's mouth, grinned sheepishly at Sophie and Nate, "She's crazy. Disregard everything she says. Although, our boy is looking a little confused..."
The man they had thought was Eliot was pacing around while muttering angrily at his cell phone. He had stopped mumbling about gear and was now fixating on someone named Steve.
Naturally, Nate was the first to figure it out.
"Sir, what's your name?"
The guy whirled to stare at Nate. He had a look on his face that promised very unpleasant things were about to come out of his mouth.
A promise soon fulfilled when he practically shouted, "You have got to be kidding me! I agree to fly halfway across Hell and damnation to do this gig and you boys don't even know who I am when you send a car for me? Steve is going to get his when I get my hands on him and that's a fact."
Sophie stepped forward smoothly, a coy smile in place, "I just knew you were an artist. You've got the look of one, Mister..."
"Kane," he offered a hand to her while smoothing his hair back with the other, "Christian Kane but you can call me Chris, ma'am. I don't know how I'd call my kind of country music art but if that's how you want to see it, I'm not going to stop you. I would like to know if you've got a phone as I really do need to get ahold of my boys to see where in Hell we've gone wrong on this one."
He gave her an apologetic smile that was pretty enough for them to almost all agree to forgive him for not being their Eliot. Sophie led him to the phone while Nate motioned Parker and Alec to the side.
They stood close together, neither of them looking back to see the man that should be Eliot but wasn't, both of them waiting for Nate to work his magic and logic away this catastrophe. Nate waited on Sophie to rejoin them before offering up any words of wisdom or advice.
"So?" Alec prompted.
"That is not Eliot," Parker added.
"Definitely not," Sophie agreed.
Nate smiled, "No. That is not Eliot. On the bright side, we have now established this for fact and we also know what would have happened to Eliot if he'd never become a hitter. That's oddly comforting to me. Answers some of my metaphoricals."
Alec, Parker, and Sophie all exchanged a look while Nate hummed to himself. The man could be very frustrating for a mastermind.
"You find it comforting to know that Eliot could have become a country singer?"
Alec found that hard to believe because he found it downright scary. Parker seemed to be thinking the same thing from the look on her face. Sophie turned the conversation back to where it needed to be by asking what was really important:
"So what should we do about finding our Eliot?"
Chris slammed down the phone in the background, yelled something about straight to voicemail, and Nate's smile widened.
"Oh, I imagine he'll find his own way home pretty soon. He's very resourceful."
Just then the door slammed open as Eliot stomped in, rubbing the knuckles on his right fist. He did not look too happy to see Chris.
"You've got a cab downstairs. Your guitar is down there along with---the rest of your baggage."
Chris was staring at Eliot as if he were looking at a ghost. A very angry, very dangerous ghost, Alec thought.
Eliot growled.
"I think you should be going now," Parker offered while pushing Chris helpfully out their door and shutting it behind him.
They all stared at Eliot.
He glared at all of them in turn.
"No. Don't even."
Apparently Nate couldn't resist despite the warning, "So did they ask you to sing?"
"I don't sing and I want some ice."
Parker grabbed at his hand to look at his swollen knuckles, "What happened?"
Eliot sighed, "Some guy named Steve grabbed my ass and called me 'sweetheart'. I didn't take it too kindly and that is all we're going to say about it. Understood?"
They all nodded at once. They all felt that was enough of that.
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eliot doesn't sing, Leverage/RPS, vaguely Parker/Hardison/Eliot and Christian Kane
Date: 2009-09-25 04:02 am (UTC)"Where in Hell is my gear?"
Parker cocked her head, "He has gear? Since when does he have gear? Other than the handcuffs in our room, I mean. And those are still in the dresser. Right, Alec? Alec? Aren't the handcuffs still in the dresser?"
Alec wrapped a hand around Parker's mouth, grinned sheepishly at Sophie and Nate, "She's crazy. Disregard everything she says. Although, our boy is looking a little confused..."
The man they had thought was Eliot was pacing around while muttering angrily at his cell phone. He had stopped mumbling about gear and was now fixating on someone named Steve.
Naturally, Nate was the first to figure it out.
"Sir, what's your name?"
The guy whirled to stare at Nate. He had a look on his face that promised very unpleasant things were about to come out of his mouth.
A promise soon fulfilled when he practically shouted, "You have got to be kidding me! I agree to fly halfway across Hell and damnation to do this gig and you boys don't even know who I am when you send a car for me? Steve is going to get his when I get my hands on him and that's a fact."
Sophie stepped forward smoothly, a coy smile in place, "I just knew you were an artist. You've got the look of one, Mister..."
"Kane," he offered a hand to her while smoothing his hair back with the other, "Christian Kane but you can call me Chris, ma'am. I don't know how I'd call my kind of country music art but if that's how you want to see it, I'm not going to stop you. I would like to know if you've got a phone as I really do need to get ahold of my boys to see where in Hell we've gone wrong on this one."
He gave her an apologetic smile that was pretty enough for them to almost all agree to forgive him for not being their Eliot. Sophie led him to the phone while Nate motioned Parker and Alec to the side.
They stood close together, neither of them looking back to see the man that should be Eliot but wasn't, both of them waiting for Nate to work his magic and logic away this catastrophe. Nate waited on Sophie to rejoin them before offering up any words of wisdom or advice.
"So?" Alec prompted.
"That is not Eliot," Parker added.
"Definitely not," Sophie agreed.
Nate smiled, "No. That is not Eliot. On the bright side, we have now established this for fact and we also know what would have happened to Eliot if he'd never become a hitter. That's oddly comforting to me. Answers some of my metaphoricals."
Alec, Parker, and Sophie all exchanged a look while Nate hummed to himself. The man could be very frustrating for a mastermind.
"You find it comforting to know that Eliot could have become a country singer?"
Alec found that hard to believe because he found it downright scary. Parker seemed to be thinking the same thing from the look on her face. Sophie turned the conversation back to where it needed to be by asking what was really important:
"So what should we do about finding our Eliot?"
Chris slammed down the phone in the background, yelled something about straight to voicemail, and Nate's smile widened.
"Oh, I imagine he'll find his own way home pretty soon. He's very resourceful."
Just then the door slammed open as Eliot stomped in, rubbing the knuckles on his right fist. He did not look too happy to see Chris.
"You've got a cab downstairs. Your guitar is down there along with---the rest of your baggage."
Chris was staring at Eliot as if he were looking at a ghost. A very angry, very dangerous ghost, Alec thought.
Eliot growled.
"I think you should be going now," Parker offered while pushing Chris helpfully out their door and shutting it behind him.
They all stared at Eliot.
He glared at all of them in turn.
"No. Don't even."
Apparently Nate couldn't resist despite the warning, "So did they ask you to sing?"
"I don't sing and I want some ice."
Parker grabbed at his hand to look at his swollen knuckles, "What happened?"
Eliot sighed, "Some guy named Steve grabbed my ass and called me 'sweetheart'. I didn't take it too kindly and that is all we're going to say about it. Understood?"
They all nodded at once. They all felt that was enough of that.