For wolfrider89 - I don’t know why but I blame the fact that I am writing Leverage fic now on her. It seems like it is her fault, somehow. All for you, babe.
Summary: Eliot Spencer is no one damn’s teddy bear, but Parker thinks otherwise. Or five times Parker tried to cuddle with Eliot. Parker & Eliot friendship, rated PG with 1,091 words.
Title: Don’t Wanna Be A Lion
Author: The Artful Dodger / dodger_sister
Category: 5X, Friendship, Gen
Characters/Pairing: Parker & Eliot
Warnings: Mild Language.
Summary: Eliot Spencer is no one damn’s teddy bear, but Parker thinks otherwise. Or five times Parker tried to cuddle with Eliot.
Word Count: 1,091 words.
Date Written: 06/30/2012
Disclaimer: Leverage, Parker & Eliot are not mine. This story, however, is all mine. Yet, I have no money. For fun, not profit. Also, the title of this fic is from an Elvis Presley song, ‘Teddy Bear’, so thanks to The King for that.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Author's Notes: My first Leverage fic! I think I intended for there to be porn at the end of this. Huh. I think I like it better this way. Eliot and Parker’s friendship make me happy. And no matter what he thinks, Eliot is a big cuddly teddy-bear.
Dedication: For wolfrider89, I don’t know why but I blame the fact that I am writing Leverage fic now on her. It seems like it is her fault, somehow. All for you, babe.
He was dead asleep the first time she snuck into his room and he nearly killed her for it. Like, literally, killed her.
She crawled into his bed and placed a hand on his shoulder and before he even realized that he was awake, Eliot had flipped over, twisted her arm in a terrible backwards motion and put both knees into Parker’s chest.
The covers were tangled around his lower legs, boxer-briefs slipping off his hips with the movement, and the person under him was squeaking much like a pained animal. Only when the fog of sleep lifted enough for him to realize that he recognized both that squeak and those big eyes staring up at him, did Eliot scramble off of her.
“Parker, Jesus, what the hell? I almost killed you!” Eliot said and slammed a hand against the wall above his bed.
“I think my arm is broken,” Parker said in a rather small voice and Eliot jumped up; to turn on the lights, to get his pants, to bring her some water, anything really, but instead he tripped over his own boots and fell face first on the floor.
“You don’t just come into a man’s room in the middle of the night,” he told his carpet, before getting up and taking her to the emergency room.
He was grateful when her arm turned out not to be broken after all, but he still made it damn clear she better not pull that shit again.
So, naturally, she did.
The next time he was awake - sitting up in bed reading a book about the fall of Rome, as one does before bed - but that didn’t stop him from nearly killing her a second time.
It’s his primary reaction to pull a knife when someone is suddenly dangling on a wire outside his bedroom window.
“Parker, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Eliot asked as he pulled her into his bedroom through the window. “I have a fire escape.”
“This is more fun,” she told him and unlatched the line from her belt loop, before jumping onto Eliot’s bed.
“I want to snuggle,” she told him and burrowed underneath the pile of blankets.
“You want to what now?” he asked her.
“Snuggle. Cuddle. Use you as my teddy bear.”
“I am no one’s damn teddy bear,” he told her and then grabbed her by the ankles and yanked as hard as he could.
Parker landed on the floor with a ‘thump’.
“You’re grumpy when you’re tired,” Parker said and then slapped at Eliot the entire time he was dragging her out of the apartment by the back of her shirt.
“Goodnight,” he said and slammed the door in her face.
The third time he found her already in his bed as he emerged from the adjoining bathroom, still wet from the shower, using his towel to dry his hair.
“Christ on a stick!” Eliot hollered and then turned around and ran back into the bathroom.
“Hi!” Parker called from the bed.
“Parker, you’re driving me nuts!” he shouted back.
“Come get in bed. I’m tired,” she told him.
“I don’t have any pants on.’
“It’s just your penis, Eliot. I’ve seen it before.”
“What?” he cried and threw open the bathroom door, towel now slung low around his waist. “When? How? Just…never-mind. Get out.”
“But I want to snugglecuddle.”
“I am past my point of caring that you are a girl, Parker. I will punch you in the face.”
“Liar,” she said with a pout, but left the bedroom and a moment later, the apartment as well.
The fourth time, Parker’s feet had barely touched the floor - dropping down from the air vent above - before Eliot had both arms wrapped around her waist from behind.
“No, no, no,” she screamed and kicked out ineffectually.
Eliot dragged her from the room but he had to give the kid kudos for the fight she put up.
“Remind me tomorrow to teach you the proper way to dislodge someone who has you from behind,” he told her before he threw her out into the hallway of his apartment building.
“I’ll just sleep out here in the hall!” she yelled at the closed door.
“No, you won’t!” Eliot hollered back. “Go home, Parker!”
He had to will himself not to check and see if she was still out there.
The fifth time, he woke up with the intense feeling he was being watched. He flipped his light on and looked around wildly. His hair was wet with sweat, his shirt soaked through and he figured he had to have been dreaming, one nightmare or another.
Eliot got up to change and it was then, with a new clean shirt on and his nerves a little calmer, that he finally noticed the form of a body on his fire escape. She was curled up in a ball, a blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Her head was lolled to one side and when he opened the window, he could hear Parker’s soft snores rising and falling with her breathing.
It wasn’t freezing out but it was certainly cold enough for her to get sick and he had no idea how long she had already been out there.
Eliot let out a rather exasperated sigh.
“Well, come on then, sweetheart,” he said and climbed out on the fire escape.
“Nuh,” Parker said in her sleep when Eliot leaned down and scooped her up into his arms.
“Sssshhh,” he whispered at her. “It’s just me, Parker.”
“Tired,” she told him and buried her head in the crook of his neck.
“Well, let’s go snugglecuddle then,” he said before adding, “If you ever tell anyone I said that, I’ll hurt you.”
“No, you won’t,” she told him and then curled up further into a ball when he set her on his bed.
Eliot pulled off Parker’s boots and gloves and tucked her under the covers, before climbing into the bed himself.
Once the light was flipped off, Eliot rolled over on his side, put Parker to his back - not an easy thing for a man like him to do - and closed his eyes.
Parker shifted behind him and then one of her arms came up and wrapped around his torso, tucked under his own arm until their hands were intertwined.
“See,” she said into the skin of Eliot’s neck, “you are my teddy bear.”
“Go to sleep, Parker,” he told her. “Just go to sleep.”