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Leverage, "On Top of the World," pg-13, Alec/Eliot
Title: "On Top of the World"
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Alec/Eliot
Rating: PG
Summary: Eliot's made it all the way to Dubai, but the past has a funny way of catching up to you in this business.
AN: written for havenward's prompt, "Alec follows Eliot to Dubai," over at comment_fic. I'm sort of vaguely planning to turn this into a series.
On his way home for the evening, Eliot gets a text message:
"Can't wait to see you! It's Room 316, right?"
It can only be one person. And it can't be good, can it?
The hotel has about a million floors, and Eliot's on the top one, in a room paid for by the mobbed-up highroller who hired him as a temporary bodyguard. For the night, it's his alone. Or, it was going to be. It's a nice room, with a view to kill for. Appropriately enough. A little balcony that you can stand on and look out over the rooftops and the treetops all the way out to the blue, blue water, and just forget about everything that has happened and everything that might have happened. People have always come to the desert to forget, right? The Foreign Legion? Beau Geste?
Forgetting is not so easy, however, on the world's longest elevator ride. Of course it's a fancy elevator, but there's not much to look at and only one thing to think about. Hardison. How isn't really the question that you ask about someone like him, but there's still why? People like them do not just drop by to catch up on old times. You don't talk about old times, at least before the statute of limitations is up.
Which means some kind of unfinished business. Something with a future. Eliot hasn't thought about any kind of future in a long time, and when he does, it's a little fuzzy. But Alec is there, and they're doing something together that doesn't require either of them to shut down the part of your brain that puts what you're doing into any kind of wider context.
When the longest elevator ride in the world is finally over, he opens the door to his room (silently, carefully) and is not surprised to see Alec standing by the window, looking maybe a little thinner than before, hands clasped behind his back.
"It sure is somethin', huh?" The hacker jumps, as if he expected to actually hear the door open before he found himself in a conversation. Has it really been that long? He turns around.
"You're living the sweet life, aren't you? Got a little sunburn on your nose, but other than that..." Hardison can't finish the sentence without his face breaking into a grin that says fuck playing it cool.
The grin is contagious, although on Eliot it looks like more of a smirk. "I hate sunburn. I hate sand in my eyes. And I hate realizing that all people, I've been missing you."
"So what you mean to say is, of all the hotels in all the cities in all the world..."
"That's Casablanca, not Dubai. It's a different continent, smartass."
"I'm just sayin', you know...?"
"This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship?"
"Pretty much exactly."
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Alec/Eliot
Rating: PG
Summary: Eliot's made it all the way to Dubai, but the past has a funny way of catching up to you in this business.
AN: written for havenward's prompt, "Alec follows Eliot to Dubai," over at comment_fic. I'm sort of vaguely planning to turn this into a series.
On his way home for the evening, Eliot gets a text message:
"Can't wait to see you! It's Room 316, right?"
It can only be one person. And it can't be good, can it?
The hotel has about a million floors, and Eliot's on the top one, in a room paid for by the mobbed-up highroller who hired him as a temporary bodyguard. For the night, it's his alone. Or, it was going to be. It's a nice room, with a view to kill for. Appropriately enough. A little balcony that you can stand on and look out over the rooftops and the treetops all the way out to the blue, blue water, and just forget about everything that has happened and everything that might have happened. People have always come to the desert to forget, right? The Foreign Legion? Beau Geste?
Forgetting is not so easy, however, on the world's longest elevator ride. Of course it's a fancy elevator, but there's not much to look at and only one thing to think about. Hardison. How isn't really the question that you ask about someone like him, but there's still why? People like them do not just drop by to catch up on old times. You don't talk about old times, at least before the statute of limitations is up.
Which means some kind of unfinished business. Something with a future. Eliot hasn't thought about any kind of future in a long time, and when he does, it's a little fuzzy. But Alec is there, and they're doing something together that doesn't require either of them to shut down the part of your brain that puts what you're doing into any kind of wider context.
When the longest elevator ride in the world is finally over, he opens the door to his room (silently, carefully) and is not surprised to see Alec standing by the window, looking maybe a little thinner than before, hands clasped behind his back.
"It sure is somethin', huh?" The hacker jumps, as if he expected to actually hear the door open before he found himself in a conversation. Has it really been that long? He turns around.
"You're living the sweet life, aren't you? Got a little sunburn on your nose, but other than that..." Hardison can't finish the sentence without his face breaking into a grin that says fuck playing it cool.
The grin is contagious, although on Eliot it looks like more of a smirk. "I hate sunburn. I hate sand in my eyes. And I hate realizing that all people, I've been missing you."
"So what you mean to say is, of all the hotels in all the cities in all the world..."
"That's Casablanca, not Dubai. It's a different continent, smartass."
"I'm just sayin', you know...?"
"This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship?"
"Pretty much exactly."