AN: this was going to be a one-shot but two-shot and three-shots with cliffhangers seem easier LOL. won't be longer than that though. this story was partly inspired by thetrueparadisecity's video for Eliot/Parker I'd Come For You.

Just One more moment, that's all that's needed.
Like wounded soldiers in need of healing.
Time to be honest, this time I'm bleeding
Please don't dwell on it, cause I didn't mean it ~~ Nickelback

The soles of her black and white sneakers pounded harshly as she ran, the squish of rain and other things making the movement slightly difficult. But she continued as fast as she could at a dead run. Dead. No! She shook her head, wet blonde hair flying. No, no dead anything. Just no. She wouldn't allow it.

Seeing him, her protector, her own ninja, collapse like that scared her more than anything. She hadn't been that terrified since the foster home back in Texas...

As Parker dangled outside of Eliot's apartment she felt some hesitation. Which was strange; usually she just barged right in. He would grumble or curse and then eventually give in and let her stay for a movie or something. That would make her sly smile appear because truth was, even if she annoyed him sometimes, he still enjoyed her company better than the rest.

So why was she nervous now? Parker guessed it had to do with that tingly feeling in her tummy; the one she'd had for awhile now whenever around the Hitter. The Thief had thought of asking Sophie about what it meant but with the issues she had going with Nate, that didn't seem like a good idea right now. But she knew enough to figure out she was developing feelings for Eliot. Where they'd lead she had no clue but besides, he always called her insane. He couldn't have felt the tingly feeling right?

But Parker never cowered, hadn't for a long time and certainly not from Eliot. So pushing open the window, she hopped in before closing it. She made a point of sneaking around but had really only snuck up on the trained Hitter once. She heard the punching bag swinging to a stop in the spare room; the sizzling of something on the stove. Parker's nose scrunched up though. It was burnt, that couldn't be right. Hurrying in she found Eliot bracing himself against the counter.

"You forgot the food," she pointed out, not knowing what else to say.

Eliot took a shaky breath and looked up at her. Fever-bright blue eyes, pale and clammy skin, no something was definitely not right here. "Parker, g-get out," he growled.

Ok so maybe he's still mad about the car thing. But it wasn't her fault, she figured after he stormed out of the office and huffed a bit he'd be fine. Guess not. Oops. "You sick?"

"Concussion, I'll live. Now get out."

"You don't burn your food," the thief stated bluntly. That was probably her first clue. And as he yet again opened his mouth to yell at her, Parker watched in horror as Eliot's eyes rolled up and he collapsed with a strangled grunt. "Eliot!" Running to him, she looked him over. Basic first-aide told her not to move him to much but he had a concussion and she knew passing out was very bad.

Lifting his head into her lap, noticing his bandanna was forgone tonight, her hand came away with blood.