A/N- Yeah, I know it's totally uncannon, but I love Eliot/Parker. I mean I guess like whatever. :P
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Thump! Rumble rumble, clatter!
It was 3:29 A.M and before the anger of being waken up fully sunk in, two thoughts came to Eliot's mind:
1. The Leverage headquarters had only been converted into an apartment for the group once state of the art- and he meant really state of the art- security systems had been set up. Not to mention Eliot's room was closest to the front door, and he could kill a man 13 different ways without having to even pick up a weapon, so who could be stupid enough to try and break in?
2. No one. Duh. So if that was Hardison bumbling around in the kitchen looking of finish off the rest of his pecan pie? There would be hell to pay.
When you only got 90 minutes of sleep a night, every second mattered.
But being pissed and groggy didn't mean he was stupid. And in his opinion, being stupid was letting your guard down. So he rose from his bed silently and
His eyes were useless in the black but ears were open, waiting for the tell-tale sounds of either the hacker cursing out a stubbed toe, or an intruder tearing up the place looking for god only knew.
He heard neither.
Closer he drew to the source of the noise- which it turned out was the little bathroom off the right of the kitchen. The light was on and stopped a few feat short of the door, listening hard. After the sounds of drawers being open and shut silenced he heard….snipping?
His body in full attack mode, he grabbed the knob of the door and yanked it open. And there, hunched over the little sink, scissors in hand…was Parker.
"Parker!" Eliot lowered his fists and tried to keep his voice under control not wanting to wake the others. Not that Parker had even attempted to do the same, all that clattering.
"What the- are you…cutting your hair?"
"Yeah, so what? I don't like other people getting that close to my face with scissors." She continued snipping away little strands of blond hair from her bangs. Eliot was dumbfounded.
"Parker, it's nearly four in the morning!"
"Yeah."
"You're cutting your hair. At four in the morning." Only Parker would have the gaul to look peeved at him.
"Well when else am I supposed to do it?"
For a moment there was silence. There was no winning with this girl.
"There's something wrong with you."
Parker merely shrugged and went back to her task, and Eliot went to bed, baffled by the mystery that was Parker.