"Do I know you? And what's a Sparky?" That was something Nate wasn't expecting. That was something no one was expecting.

"What are you talking about? I'm Parker... And you're Sparky."

"Parker he doesn't remember you. Ask him what the last thing he remembers is."

"But why won't he remember me?" Parker asked. She didn't get it.

"Who are you talking to?" Eliot sounded a little freaked out.

"Parker baby he probably has amnesia. Only one of us he remembers is most likely Nate." Hardison explained.

"That's what doesn't make sense. If he doesn't know Parker he would be putting up all of his defenses. Parker should be injured right now." Said Nate; deep in thought

"But he said he wouldn't hit a lady... And he said he would never try to hurt me." Parker still didn't get it.

"Parker honey he doesn't remember that." Sophie tried to elaborate.

"Parker remember that movie we watched? The Vow? It's like that." Hardison explained.

"When that crazy lady thought her boyfriend wasn't her boyfriend and he kept failing to win her over? That was funny!"

"Who are you talking to?!" Eliot sounded more than a little freaked out.

"No- That's not what I- It's not-You know what? I'm just going to get some soda. This-this is too much for one guy to handle. Wow." While Sophie and Hardison was trying to help Parker understand, Nate put two and two together.

"Oh no."

"Nate what is it?" Sophie's British accent sounded through the comms.

"Hardison get in here! We have a problem!"

"Nate stop being so cryptic and tell us what the problem is!" Sophie sounded frustrated.

"Parker what's the last thing Eliot remembers?"

"Who-" Eliot started but Parker cut him off."Eliot what's the last thing you remember?"

"...Are you talking to me? Weren't you just calling me Sparky or something? And who the heck were you talking to?!"

"Come on Eliot! Focus! What's the last thing you remember?"

"I don't remember anything... who are you lady?!"

"I knew it! Parker get him over here. We're going to have to spark his memory."

"Come on Eliot. We gotta go home."

"We live together? Why is that freaky?"

"Nate whatever your planning it better be good."

Sophie said. Eliot was everyone's top priority.

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Soon the team was gathered on the couch. Nate was pacing in front of them.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"What's wrong with you! For the hundreth time the last thing I remember is waking up to Parsley telling me that my name is Sparky!" Eliot's voice cracked at 'Sparky'. Parker turned to him with a pout and said,

"My name's not Parsley... I hate Parsley!" Nate sighed and stopped his pacing to face his team.

"Your name isn't Sparky. It's Eliot. Eliot Spencer. You got into a fight and was hit in the head protecting Parker. We," He gestured to the team "Are a group of thieves. We provide leverage. This is Parker, Hardison, Sophie, and I'm Nate." He said pointing at each member of the team. Eliot nodded finally seeming to calm down.

"Any questions?" Eliot nodded again confused.

"Why do I feel like making you people dinner? I can cook?" Parker gave a greedy smile.

"Yes! I'm sooo hungry! I only got to eat fortune cookies."

"That isn't healthy." Eliot said.

"I know!" Parker's greedy smile turned a little crazy.

"There's something wrong with you." Eliot automatically informed her. His eyes widened in guilt.

"Sorry." He mumbled. Parker looked incredulous.

"What?! Don't apologize! That's our thing! You always say 'There's something wrong with you' and I give you that crazy smile that you said you like!"

"I say that all the time?" It was Eliot's turn to look incredulous. Parker just stared at him, her face suddenly going blank, other than her narrowed eyes. They stayed like that for a couple seconds before Eliot started wiggling and fidgeting under her soul-seeing stare.

"Parker stop it. The both of you sit down. If Eliot won't remember by talking then watching what we do is just going to have to cut it. Eliot go make dinner." Nate said in his calculating voice.

"But I don't-" Eliot started before being interrupted by Nate.

"You'll get it." He said dismissively. Eliot stood up, uncertain, and slowly walked over to the kitchen. he picked up a knife and an onion and while staring at Nate said in a nervous voice,

"I don't know what to do with these things but I'll try something... she's staring at me." Sure enough, Parker was staring at him with the same look she had before. Nate gave her an annoyed glanced and mumbled something about needing a drink. He got up and walked towards the bar, Sophie in tow telling him not to. Hardison also stood up.

"Hey man, you'll get you're memories back soon enough. And I'll just have you know, I can kick butt man. I'm like, there isn't even a word for how awesome I am... but you're a pretty good fighter too." He clasped a hand on Eliot's shoulder and before Eliot knew what he was doing, Hardison was laying flat on his back groaning in pain as his arm was twisted in the wrong direction. Eliot gasped and was off the younger man in seconds.

"Sorry! What was that? How the heck did I do that?"

Hardison got up and stretched his back and almost injured arm.

"Nah man that was my fault. I forgot you go all ninja on us every time there's unexpected contact... friggin' ninja..." His voice was strained and he walked away with a limp. Parker burst out laughing and he whipped around in an accidental fighting stance. She was just inches away from him and she smelled familiar. Jasmine.

"You know Hardison can't fight, right?" She asked. He slowly stood up straight, still uncertain around this women. Something wasn't right about her. She gave him a small smile before running.

"I still don't know what I'm supposed to be doing here..." He mumbled and got to chopping the onion.

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Eliot sat four plates of stake, mashed potatoes, and Brussels sprouts in front of the team, Parker's with a lot of potatoes and Brussels sprouts. "You need to eat more veggies," He told her, "Just fortune cookies aren't good for you." He gave Sophie less stake, and the men were fine with their big servings of stake.

"I thought you said you couldn't cook." Parker said between mouthfuls of the well seasoned meat.

"I can't! I was chopping the onion thing when a meal just popped into my head and before I knew it, I had your preferred amounts and whatever on your plates!"

"Sounds to me like you can cook man." Hardison said, also stuffing his mouth. "I haven't eaten since breakfast I'm starving! Ya got anymore stake?" Eliot subconsciously gave him his own stake and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Why didn't you eat since breakfast?" He asked.

"You lost your memories around lunch time." He answered but the slight edge in his voice brought tension into the room. Sophie spoke up, trying to soften the mood.

"This stake is absolutely marvelous Eliot!"

"I hate Brussels sprouts." Parker whined. "They're yucky!"

"Ya don't have to eat 'em." They all stared at Eliot for a second and he started fidgeting under the attention again.

"What? Was that another one of our things?"

Parker nodded.

"Oh. Sorry."

"Stop saying that Eliot! You don't say the sorry they say the sorry! They're the sorrier and you're the sorried!"

"Sorry. Sorr- Alright."

The rest of the meal went silently. All of the team members were engulfed in their own thoughts They missed their hitter. They each felt like it was their fault. Nate was the mastermind, he was supposed to see that coming. Sophie was grifter, she was supposed to be the one acting. Not out buying shoes. Hardison was the hacker, he was supposed to be able to track them and give Eliot the heads up, and Parker was the cause of his distraction and the reason he'd been beaten. They all failed in their own eyes. Eliot, on the other hand, had absolutely no clue what was going on. Who were these people? Why was Parker okay with him saying rude things like 'There's something wrong with you' and making her eat food she didn't want to? Was Parker a first name or a last name? And speaking of names, what kind of a name was Hardison? And why did that Nate guy look at him like he was some sort of complicated puzzle? Sophie seemed to be the most normal out of all of them.

"I'm gonna go to bed." Eliot stated bluntly. he was halfway through the door when he turned back around; albeit sheepishly.

"Do any of you know where I live?"

Parker nodded immediately. Sophie and Hardison looked to Nate in concern.

"Nate should we let him go to his house?" Sophie asked.

"Yeah man. Dude has a rep. If word gets out that the great Eliot Spencer lost every single one of his memories dude would be toast."

"Ooh ooh ooh! sleep over!!" Parker was now bouncing on the couch.

"We're not-" Nate started but was cut off by Sophie.

"I'll get the pillows and the comforters, along with the extra blankets!" She hurried to Nate's room, shoes clicking as they met the floor.

"I'll take care of food and entertainment!" Hardison yelled and headed for the fridge.

"I'll tell Sparky what a sleep over is!"

"Um Parker? Why don't you help Hardison get some snacks. I'll talk to Eliot." Parker looked a little disappointed and Nate knew that she knew Eliot was a little wary around her. She nodded and walked over to Hardison who was taking everything out of the fridge. Nate turned to Eliot who was sitting on the couch, looking at nothing in particular. He looked a little... scared.

"Eliot-"

"Who's Damian Moreau?"

A cough and plastic hitting the floor was heard in the background but Eliot didn't seem to notice. He just kept staring at the wall opposite of Nate, with a haunted, far away look in his eyes. Nate sat down on the couch with him, although not so close, and swallowed hard.

"He's a-"

"Enemy. The worst thing I ever did..." Eliot trailed off.

"You're not that man anymore, Eliot." Sophie said from the bottom of the stairs. Apparently, she heard the entire conversation. Eliot looked at her; his eyes dark.

"Yes I am, Sophie. I'll always be that man cause I'll always be the one who did it. I deal with this everyday? It's like, a waking nightmare! I know their names, their faces, their skin tone, their religion, I know their birthdays, the hospitals they were born in, I know the exact day and time I ki- got rid of them, I know everything about them, Soph. Damian, he's a monster. I'm a monster." The last sentence was just above a whisper. Sophie narrowed her eyes in determination. She was not about to let this vulnerable version of her 'son/ little btother' hate himself to the bone.

"Eliot you aren't a monster. You don't even know how many times you saved us from danger, from death even. What about when you first woke up earlier? You lost your memory from getting hit in the head! Why did you get hit in the head? Protecting Parker! You ran a mile and three quarters in under ten minutes just to make sure she was alive and well! What about when I had a bomb that was bound to blow up any second?! You told me how to get rid of it! What about when Hardison was sitting on a bomb under a car that was also pressure activated?! You disarmed that one on the spot! What about when Nate was drunk and all hungover, hmm?! You protected all of us! You threatened your leader for us! What about when Nate needed to get out of that warehouse and you went in guns blazing?! You saved his life Eliot! You saved all of our lives! Multiple times! You might have been the man who did that, but that doesn't mean you have his mindset. Monsters don't feel guilt Eliot. They don't feel sadness or love or even joy! But under you protective scowl, you feel those emotions. And that is why your not a monster." Eliot looked up at her with hopeful but disbelieving eyes. They could all tell that he wanted to think that was true, but didn't.

"If I'm not a monster, then who am I?" He looked around, half expecting an answer but when he didn't, he got up and went upstairs.

"You're our hitter, our gourmet chef, our backup, and our muscle. Your our family." Parker whispered from the back of the kitchen.

I hope you like it! I know that Nate and Eliot didn't tell anyone about the warehouse, but I couldn't think of another time when Eliot saved Nate from imminent danger. TcT Why are you people always giving me that look?!