Feeling Like The Sundance Kid

by caffinebunny

Nate is surprised. Not nearly as surprised as the vault.

Title: (Feeling Like) The Sundance Kid

Author: Trowa B

Rating: FRA

Notes: For merry_gentry over on comment_fic

*****

Nate had heard the story about the bomb under the car from Hardison with an uncharacteristically shaken looking Eliot simply grunting, "What he said," occasionally. He had also heard, much later and in carefully checked private, about how Eliot's hands had shaken as he helped disarm the bomb.

All of which meant he was puzzled when Eliot had looked over the schematics of a vault they needed to get into fast and dirty with a practiced eye, before shrugging and saying, "Shaped charges here, here and here."

Nate stared at him. "And you can do it? We could get Parker to-"

Eliot cut him off. "Parker's needed where she is. And I got something in mind."

*****

As Nate stood looking at the destruction wrought by Eliot's 'shaped charges', he couldn't help but be impressed. The door to the vault stands neatly open, hinged around the lock with the hinges missing somewhere in the slag which had been blown away, and the alarm so much junk. He didn't know if Hardison would be impressed or horrified.

Nate files all the thoughts he's having about Eliot's past lives carefully away for examination later and turns to the younger man. "Think you used enough dynamite there, Butch?" he asks, and Eliot smiles.