Disclaimer: I don't own Leverage or Angel. Nor can I pay you anything, so don't bother suing since I'm not making any money off of this anyway.
Author's Note: Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames will get thrown in a portal.
Eliot ducked a swing of the S and M demon's mace. He glanced over his shoulder to where his brother was chained to the wall, chanting under his breath. He knew their only way out of this was to work as a team. He might not know any spells, but Lindsey obviously did. He could feel a measure of his usual strength returning as his younger twin chanted whatever spell he'd chosen for this occasion.
He'd lost count of how many times they'd been in this situation by now. Of course, usually, he was the one chained to the wall, forced to watch as his brother, his mirror image was tortured. There was no way he would let Lindsey watch him like that, not as long as he had some strength to fight back. He concentrated on conserving as much energy as he could and placing his punches carefully. Whatever spell Holland Manners had cast on him still debilitated him enough that he didn't dare waste a single motion. He still felt like cast iron weights wrapped around his wrists and ankles.
Eliot grunted as a blow to his torso knocked the breath out of his lungs. Before he could recover, a chain behind his knees threw him to the floor. He rolled as he landed, aiming for the underside of the rack. His hand brushed against a piece of metal. He felt carefully along its edge. A knife. He grabbed the handle. As the demon leaned down to pull him out of his hiding place, he lashed out, thrusting the knife into his attacker's throat. The demon fell to the floor with a satisfying thud.
Eliot pulled himself to his feet and walked over to Lindsey. This piece of magic he knew how to use. He cut his finger with the knife and smeared his blood on the chains holding his twin to the wall. They fell to the floor as Lindsey wrapped his arms around him. "It's over, Linds," he breathed, returning the embrace. "We did it. It's gonna be fine this time."
He guided them over to the door of the cell. Of course, Eliot knew that they wouldn't get off so easy next time. Manners would never make the same mistake twice. But with any luck, next time would be years away. He opened the door with his bloody hand. They walked out side by side.
Eliot felt it the instant Lindsey stiffened beside him. His gaze snapped to his twin's face. He stifled a groan. He knew that look. That face was reserved for one person ever since Lindsey lost his hand. Eliot followed his brother's glare. Sure enough, there stood the vampire with the caveman forehead. He nearly smirked at the stunned expression on his undead face. "Yeah," Eliot spat. "This is why Lindsey came back. You never thought they might have something to hold over him besides money, did you? Of course not. It would completely disrupt your simple, black and white world. Well, just so you know, we're fine, no thanks to you. Now why don't you run on like a good little champion?"
Eliot turned and steered Lindsey away from the undead nuisance. Once they were out of earshot, he heard a laugh from beside him. He turned to look at his brother.
"I've never seen Angel look like that," Lindsey said with a grin. "I think you actually scared him, El."
Eliot smiled. "Good. He deserves it. If the self-righteous bastard comes near you again, I'm gonna kill him. Slowly."
"This is the best day I've had in months. First we beat Holland at his own game and now you scared the shit out of Angel. I;m marking it on my calender."
"You do that," Eliot retorted. "I have figure out how to top that tomorrow."