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03 March 2015 @ 07:37 pm
Fic: The Best Of Us - PG, Eliot & Parker, Angst, Drabble, Gen, Hurt/Comfort  
A little Leverage drabble I wrote the other day when I was feeling melancholy. Eliot, Parker & Hardison. Gen, Altered-Reality, Character Death.




Title: The Best Of Us
Author: dodger_sister
Fandom: Leverage
Category: Altered-Reality, Angst, Drabble, Gen, Hurt/Comfort
Characters/Pairing: Eliot, Parker & Hardison
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character Death.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: He was the best of them and they know it.
Word Count: 237 words.
Date Written: 02/28/2015
Disclaimer: Leverage is not mine. This fic is mine. For fun, not profit.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: Nope.
Author's Notes: I was feeling very angsty and wanted to write something harsh and somehow this came out of it all.




“He was the best of us,” Parker says, angry and bitter, clutching Hardison’s old grey t-shirt to her chest.

“He was,” Eliot tells her and hands her the glass of milk, sleeping pills crushed inside, the only way he can get her to sleep anymore.

Not since…

Not since.

“He was the good one,” she says and drinks the glass of milk in one go. “We aren’t. We have so much bad following us.”

“We do,” Eliot tells her and gently pushes her back onto the bed, slips her legs under the covers.

“He made me human,” she says.

“No, Parker, you already were human. We were all human, we just weren’t whole.”

“Can’t be whole if you’re shattered,” she says and tucks the t-shirt under head, rubs her nose into it, inhales it like fresh air.

He knows it won’t hold Hardison’s scent for much longer. He dreads the day she realizes this too.

“We’re not suppose to be here, now,” she says.

No, he thinks. No, we’re not.

Parker shudders as the pills hit her system.

“Go to sleep, Parker,” he tells her, rubs a hand feather-light across her forehead.

“He was the best of us,” she says again, softer now than before.

“I know,” he tells her. “I know he was.”

Parker’s eyes fall closed and Eliot watches her until her breathing evens out.

He was the best of us, Eliot thinks. He was.


The End
 
 
 
Sandycubsandycub on March 4th, 2015 09:18 pm (UTC)

Wow! Even when you knew something was coming it still hits like a punch. Tears actually running down my cheeks...

dodger_sister: leveragedodger_sister on March 9th, 2015 07:17 pm (UTC)
Wow! Even when you knew something was coming it still hits like a punch. Tears actually running down my cheeks...

Oh, thank you so much! It feels weird to be proud to have made you cry, but really, that's the best compliment a writer can get. <3
afra_schatzafra_schatz on March 4th, 2015 10:06 pm (UTC)
Man, this hurts.

On a more writer-y note, this was awesome. I loved the repetitions in this because they seem to represent all they have to cling to now - with Hardison gone, there is just the echo of him, nothing new ever coming again.
dodger_sister: leveragedodger_sister on March 9th, 2015 07:19 pm (UTC)
Man, this hurts.

Oh, excellent. You know that's a wonderful comment!

On a more writer-y note, this was awesome. I loved the repetitions in this because they seem to represent all they have to cling to now - with Hardison gone, there is just the echo of him, nothing new ever coming again.

Thank you! Yeah, I wanted it to come off like they were still in shock, still clingy, to the last little strands of him. I am so glad it all came through! Thank you, bb!