Title: The Gummy Frog Job
Author: Trapper Creek Kaniac
Fandom: Leverage
Category: Humor/friendship
Pairing: Eliot and Hardison
Rating: PG
Warning(s): none
Summary: Hardison should never leave his gummy frogs unattended.
Author's Note: Written as a Leverageland cheerleading gift for Scout_Lover.
Eliot was the only one at Nate's apartment. Sophie had taken Parker shopping; Nate was also gone, and for once, Hardison wasn't glued to his seat behind one of his many important laptops.
Real live peace and quiet. Eliot took full advantage of the situation, lounging on the couch with his feet up and a cold beer in hand. He took the remote and flipped the TV on to a football game from one of Nate's seven hundred available sports channels.
Hardison had left an open bag of his beloved gummy frogs nearby, and for some reason Eliot could practically feel them staring at him.
"Come on, man." Eliot growled at the TV when one of the players made dumb mistake.
The frogs were staring at him again. He glared at them for good measure. It didn't work. Damn it, those things never had an affect on him before.
Despite the fact that he was completely alone, Eliot surreptitiously glanced around to make sure no one was watching before reaching into the bag and pulling out a green and white frog-shaped squishy lump of sugar. He studied it and then bit it in half. Absolutely pure sugar, but not that bad.
Hmm. Well, what the hell...
Eliot finished the frog and reached for another one as the leading team scored a touchdown. The afternoon wore on and the score fluctuated, making for a close game.
Eliot reached for another gummy frog.
Wait, what? The bag was three quarters empty?
Oops.
Before he could get up and replace the almost empty bag with another one, the door opened and Hardison entered.
"Hey, man." He greeted Eliot.
"Hey."
Eliot heard Hardison go into the kitchen for something and then he came over to grab his laptop the gummy frogs.
Hardison frowned. He was almost sure that the bag had been practically full when he left... He glanced between the bag and Eliot, whose eyes were glued on the game.
"You ATE my gummy frogs!"
"You just left them lying there..." Eliot shrugged.
"Seriously? Seriously!"
"What's the big deal, man? You got a whole drawer full of 'em."
"YOU ate gummy frogs. You hate gummy frogs."
"You know, they're actually pretty good."
"This isn't over, man. I can't believe you want let that damn sandwich thing go."
"Who said it's about the sandwich? Can't a man enjoy some gummy frogs?"
"Says someone who hates gummy frogs." Hardison glared.
"Whatever, man."
