Eliot rubbed his temples as he walked into the Leverage headquarters, the cabinet containing all the aspirin he could ever need only a room away. He continued walking, almost, almost to the door when he heard a bored voice calling his name.

"What, Parker?" Eliot asked through gritted teeth, turning to face the blonde thief.

"I'm bored," Parker sighed, twirling a bobby pin between her boney fingers. Eliot puffed out an angry breath.

"Then go find Hardison, and let me go get my damn aspirin," Eliot replied, and began to walk again. He looked up at the ceiling in exasperation, having heard Parker's light footsteps following behind him.

"But Hardison went to do geek stuff," Parker whined.

"What am I supposed to do, Parker? I'm not gonna be your damn source of entertainment when your bed buddy is gone," Eliot snapped, and Parker narrowed her eyes at him.

"What bed buddy? Whatever. Sophie and Nate are moving furniture and grunting way to loud in the other room, and they won't come out," She explained, hopping up on the counter and watching Eliot search for his handy bottle of Advil.

"Parker, just…just go steal something," Eliot said, working extra hard to not blow up in the awkward young woman's face.

"I already did that, I'm bored," She repeated.

"I still don't know what you want me to do about it," Eliot replied, swallowing four pills at once and washing them down with lukewarm tap water.

"Take me to a movie," Parker suggested simply. Eliot turned to her slowly.

"A movie? Like in a theater? With people?" he asked in disbelief. Parker nodded.

"That new movie about ships and swords is out. I saw the commercial with the guy with the eyeliner," Parker explained, "I wanna see it. It has treasure and fish and stuff."

"You mean Pirates of the Caribbean? It's not about fish, Parker," Eliot replied, rolling his eyes and walking out of the room. Parker, once again, followed him.

"I still wanna see it. Take me, come on Eliot, it'll be fun," Parker said, grinning that loony grin of hers and slinking around in front of him, preventing him from walking further.

"I'm not going to some damn movie, Parker, get it out of your head," Eliot snapped, trying to get around her, but she moved with him, still blocking him. "Parker, move."

"Not until you take me to a movie," Parker said stubbornly, arching a brow at him. Eliot sighed, opening his mouth to say something, but closed it, turning around to walk back to the door. He grabbed her arm and his keys, growled a gruff "Come on.", then dragged her smiling face out the door.


The theater was crowded when they arrived, the line spilling out the door. Eliot groaned.

"Parker, the line's out the damn door, come on," he pleaded, gesturing to the growing line. Parker just grinned.

"We can sneak in through the back," she replied ,winking and hurrying out of his car. Eliot pinched the bridge of his nose, but followed her to make sure she didn't do anything rash.

Parker was at the back door, squinting at the lock she was picking with her bobby pin. Eliot made a face at her, kneeling down next to her.

"Do you even know which theater it's in?" Eliot asked gruffly, scowling at her. Parker shrugged.

"We'll see when we get in," she replied, and Eliot's scowl grew more prominent as he followed her through the back entrance.

Parker stealthily weaved her was through a narrow hallway that lead to the back, finally making it the main movie hall, looking up to see which played the new Pirate's film.

"Number 8," Eliot said, and Parker turned to grin at him, a giggle passing her lips as she skipped to the door. She disappeared into the darkness of the theater, and Eliot followed, not nearly as annoyed as he was earlier. Much to his surprise, he was enjoying himself, as he wasn't dwelling to much on his killer hangover headache.

"Parker?" Eliot whispered, and the petite blonde appeared in front of him. She grabbed his calloused hand in her warm one, dragging him to the seats she'd picked out in the third row, "Parker, we'll go deaf."

"So?" she asked innocently, plopping down. Eliot let out another sigh of annoyance, but sat down without another word, glancing at Parker's excited demeanor out of the corner of his eye.

He watched as the screen changed to the messages of silencing phones and babies, the theater going dark.

As the previews ended and the movie started, Parker whacked his arm in her excitement, saying, "Oh, it's starting!"

Eliot looked at her in amusement. The littlest things could excite her. Rather than watching the movie he could honestly care less about, he ran his hand through his long, just-straightened hair and watched Parker's smile widen and her eyes brighten, her eyes flitting around the screen, taking in every second of the film.

"Hey, Eliot? Can you go get some popcorn?" Parker whispered, biting her lip. Eliot nodded, getting up and walking out of the theater.

The lines had gotten considerably shorter, and he hurried into the shortest one, examining the menu with slight distaste. Movie theater food wasn't really his thing.

"How may I help you?" the girl at the counter asked, her eyes examining him.

"A medium popcorn and a ginger ale," he replied, pulling out his wallet as the girl turned away. A moment later, she slid him his order, leaning up on her elbow.

"So, what can I call you?" the girl asked.

"Gone," Eliot replied, giving her an annoyed look and grabbing his order, ignoring the shocked look on her face. Well, maybe if she lost the lip ring and the hair grease, they could talk.

"One popcorn, and a ginger ale," Eliot said as he sat down, handing Parker the food.

"Thanks," she said, pulling it from his hands excitedly, shoving a handful in her mouth. Eliot chuckled, a small smile gracing his lips as he watched her.

"Here, try and catch it in your mouth," Eliot said after a moment, snatching a piece of popcorn and waiting for her to open. She opened her mouth wide, giggling a distortedly. He tossed it ,and she caught it easily, munching on the buttery item happily.

"I have skills," Parker said, settling back down in her seat. Eliot smiled again, watching her out of the corner of his eye. He could get used to this.


When the movie ended, Parker and Eliot strolled out of the theater, Parker babbling mindlessly about the film they just watched and the unrealistic qualities of it.

"Parker, it's a fictional movie, of course it's unrealistic," Eliot laughed, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, adjusting the beanie on his head.

"It still could've had some realistic themes, I mean seriously. What type of pirate girl is going to be skinny and have hair like that? Or teeth?" Parker asked, rolling her eyes. Eliot chuckled again.

"Again, it was a movie," Eliot replied, licking his lips, salt still glazing them from the popcorn.

"Well, it's not like you'd know, you didn't watch any of it," Parker replied, stopping. She gave him a knowing look, arching an eyebrow again.

"I, well, it was a boring movie," Eliot stuttered, walking again, glaring ahead of him.

"I saw you looking at me, Eliot, I'm crazy, not blind," Parker answered, catching up to him, her converse-clad feet splashing in the puddles littering the parking lot. Eliot looked over at her, silently wondering how she could've seen him staring when she was so entranced in the movie the entire time, "You really thought I didn't notice?"

"You were watching the damn movie, how was I supposed to know?" Eliot growled, about to storm away when Parker pulled on his arm, stopping him.

"I never said I was mad," she said gently, staring at him with a small smile. Eliot didn't respond. Parker leaned up on her tiptoes, pressing a small kiss to his lips, pulling back and smiling again.

Eliot stared at her again, then wrapped a heavily muscled arm around her petite waist, pulling her closer to him.

"You're not an awful thing to stare at, Parker," Eliot replied, then brought her lips to his again, holding her chin between his thumb and index finger. Parker smiled against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. She played with his long hair, which she'd always admired, moving her lips with his gently. Eliot had been on her mind from the day she'd landed on him at the Redskin's place, "In fact, you're a very nice thing to stare at."

Parker pressed her lips to his again, loving the feel, "I like your hair."

Eliot took his turn to smile, pulling back and brushing her hair out of her eyes. The streetlamps behind her caused her hair to look like it had an ethereal glow surrounding it, and her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed. He still had both arms around her, pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.

"C'mon, let's get back," Eliot chuckled, still holding her by her waist as they walked to his car.

"Do you think Sophie and Nate are done moving furniture yet?" Parker asked, looking up at him. Eliot snorted.

"Oh yeah, definitely," he replied, a small smile forming on his lips. Although he would've never found Parker to be such fun company, he had found himself thinking very differently. Oh yeah, very, very differently.


This was originally thinking to make this into a one-shot, but now I think I want to make it into an actual fic. Review and tell me if I should leave it, or if I should continue!

-Holly :D