Brown Envelopes and Airplanes
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Elliot really hates brown envelopes…they always have bad news.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
H/C bingo prompt: Orphans and runaways
Elliot hated those brown envelopes. They looked innocent enough but they never have anything good in them. There were files about their newest client that has been screwed by someone. There were missions, deaths, and lost packed in those things. There were ransoms, bills, and receipts. Then there were bombs.
He hated bombs. Just as much as he hated guns.
Right now, he was staring at one. It was a funny thing that it wasn't for him.
It was for Hardison and he was avoiding it like it was the plague.
Oh, he had excuses.
"Come on, man. It is probably one of those stupid surveys about those beds."
"Advisements for every credit card under the sun. I will throw it away later, man"
Hardison doesn't throw it away or anything. It just sat there on the counter. He knew that he was avoiding something. Nate and Sophia wouldn't let him touch it. Parker kept frowning at it. Sometimes, he expected her to poke it with a stick. Whatever was in it, he knew that it was important.
That is why he was kind of surprise to saw that same letter in the trash.
He knew that it was bad when Hardison locked himself his room. Parker could break into it blind folded. When she is standing around and talking with Sophia in small corners, he knew that they were planning something. He knew when those two are planning something, stay out of the fucking room. Nat almost looked like a damn statue. He knew that he was pissed off. When he asked Nate what was up, he plainly said that someone people are unworthy of having children.
That little fact made him a little pissed off.
He knew that Parker and Hardison were orphans.
He met Hardison's nana. Great lady. She kind of scary woman first thing in the morning but she made a mean tuna casserole.
He won't lie that he dug through the trash can and taped together the letter.
He went to a little pissed off to being totally pissed off.
He wondered if the others would let him beating up after Sophia and Parker was done with him or at least hide the body.
He lifted his hand and knocked on the door.
"Go away…I am busy," Hardison said with a mumble through the door.
"Dude…I broke my phone," He said as he looked at his crashed cellphone.
He didn't mean to break it. Okay…he did mean to break it but it was for a good cause.
"Again? Man…I told you that that weights and cellphones don't mix."
"It was an accident."
He heard a grumble through the door and suddenly, the door opened.
"You look like crap," He said.
He took note of the dark circles under his eyes and hollowness of his cheeks. Crap Hardison. His whole body just screamed tense.
"Good morning to you, Miss Sunshine."
"Just saying…."
Hardison just gave him a look. He offered his phone to him.
"DUDE! You didn't break it…you crashed it!"
"I was a little angry at the time."
Hardison gave him a look and then sighed. He wished that he could say something…anything to cheer him up. Of course, the first thought that popped into his head wasn't the best…
"Lets beat up people."
The look on his face was priceless.
"Wha?"
"On one of your videogame things."
"Man…it isn't a curse."
"I am offering."
He watched as a mixture of emotions flashed across Hardison's face.
"Well….as long as you doesn't think that I can fix your phone…I am not programming another one for you either."
He grinned slightly as he watched Hardison began to relax as he rambled on.
End
A/N: Uhh….I blame it on the prompt. Seriously. I need to write a more happier Hardison story. Read and review if you wish.