A/N Well, call me crazy and a little bit sicko, but I'm a fan of "whumpage" of characters… especially Eliot from Leverage. Anyway, I was called upon by a friend from Fanfiction to take 10 songs from my iPod and make them into little drabbles on a TV show that I like. I chose Leverage. I'll try to make some about other characters, but I'm telling you that it's mostly going to be Eliot-centric! On that note, here we go!
P.S. Flames are okay (I can take criticism), but I'd prefer if you didn't hate on the music on my iPod… please and thank you!
Disclaimer: These are NOT my characters
Warnings: None
Pairings: Kind of Parker/Eliot… if you'd like
Prompt: Eliot's doors are always opened.
#1: Come Inside – The Chemical Brothers
(Based on the – only – line of lyrics that says: Would you like to come inside?)
The wind bit at Parker's already icy skin as she trudged through the snow on her way to the hitter's house. The snowstorm was picking up faster than she thought it would. Well, at least it was picking up faster that the weatherman had said it would.
The thief knocked on the door of the familiar apartment. She had often come here on her early morning trips to the bakery. Eliot answered the door after a few moments. He looked comfortable enough in his skintight shirt, as he usually had on, and jeans.
He ushered her into his home, as usual and offered her some hot cocoa as he wrapped a blanket around her shivering figure. He came back a minute or two later, hot chocolate in hand and a smile on his face.
"Are you crazy?" Eliot asked.
"Huh?" Parker asked, turning her head to see him smile at her mockingly.
"Why'd you go out in a storm like this?"
"I dunno, I didn't think that it would be this bad." They both let the conversation drop at that. Usually, Parker would try to start up a conversation or annoy Eliot, but in her cold, tired state, peace and quiet sounded good to her.
As they sat, she thought. She was thinking about how Eliot's arms were always, somehow open to her. She came to his house at least twice every week on her morning walk, and he had never once gotten mad at her. Not once.
As the storm died down, Parker thought it time for her to leave. She got up, thanked Eliot with a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, and left. As she wrapped herself securely in the warm winter jacket, she wondered if she would ever get sick of that hot chocolate.
The next day, Eliot heard a knock on his door. He opened it ajar and peered outside. There stood Parker, just as the day before, shivering.
He opened the door the rest of the way and leaned on the frame of the door. As he smiled down on her, he asked, "Would you like to come inside?"