Summary: Eliot, a little girl, and a princess baton. Written for comment-fic at LJ. Prompt: Any fandom, any, baton
I wrote this, and then promptly forgot about it. The other Eliot & kids fic I just posted reminded me that I had it. Enjoy!
Princess
Eliot twirls the pink, sparkling, glittery, be-streamered...thing between his fingers and hands it back to the little girl staring at him with big eyes under her lopsided plastic silver tiara.
"Thanks," he says, and attempts a friendly smile.
"Dude, did you just kill someone with a princess baton? Poor kid's gonna be traumatized forever. Hell, I'm gonna be traumatized forever."
"Shut up."
The little girl takes her thumb out of her mouth with a small 'pop.' "Hey mithter," she lisps, "Can you teach me how to do that?"
"Uh. Go ask your mom."
"Okay!" she says, and scampers off, golden curls and pink ballet skirt streaming behind her.
Eliot escapes, with Hardison sputtering in his earbud the entire time.