Third chapter! This chapter is really intense and I had such a fun time writing it. I hope you enjoy! I really appreciate all the great feedback I've been given, so make sure to KEEP IT COMIN'! Eliot would be proud of you if you did.
Also, please make sure to review a prompt for the story "How It All Began." Like I said many times before, this fic needs readers' ideas in order to go on. Thank you all so much! :)
Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Without knowing it, Eliot and Parker were stuck with Moreau for five months. In that time, Eliot was given the worst injuries he could ever think of. And even though Moreau didn't torture Parker, just watching her Eliot get the beating was a punishment of its own.
Moreau mocked him, reminding him of the worst parts of his past and torturing him for it. Eliot would be haunted by his nightmares every day, and Parker couldn't help him. Whenever she had the chance to be near him, she made sure that he was as comfortable as possible… although, he almost never was.
But even with his pain, Eliot put Parker on his top priority list. He made sure that she was safe, even when he was so beat up he could hardly move.
Parker wondered why and how he did it; how could he care more about her when he was the one in need of caring and protection? Little did she know, that Eliot was doing more than keeping her safe: he was forming a plan to get her out of Moreau's hands.
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The blonde thief was in a deep sleep when she heard screams, gunshots, and the sound of feet against ground. Suddenly, a sweat and blood covered Eliot burst through her room's door, using the walls for support.
"Come on," he said, his voice weak and tired. "I'm getting you outta here."
"What about you?" Parker asked as she caught the keys Eliot had thrown her and used them to unlock her chains; she stood up and let Eliot put all his weight onto her.
"Don't worry about me, darlin'," Eliot assured, a small smile forming on his face. "I'll be right beside you."
The two of them ran out of the cell and, with Eliot's navigation, got to a rather large vent.
"Go, Parker," Eliot said. "You gotta go on without me."
Parker stopped dead in her tracks. "But Eliot, you said you would stay with me, that we would get out of here together. I can't leave you. I won't leave you. We're a team, and teammates-"
She was cut off when familiar lips crashed into her own. A feeling of relief fell over her, and for a second, she forgot everything. The only thing that mattered was Eliot, and his lips on hers. Finally, the hitter pulled away. He kept his forehead against Parker's as he told her, "Please, Parker. Go."
He helped her up, not letting go of her hand until he couldn't reach anymore. Parker looked at him with tears in her eyes. Eliot smiled again and nodded. With that, Parker started crawling through the vents….
And the minute she was gone, Eliot fell on his knees, his adrenaline now gone and pain replacing it. He took a deep breath; he had completed his mission. Parker was going to return to the HQ. Whether or not they would come back for him was another question. But Eliot didn't care. He knew that the love of his life was going to be safe. He had finished his job….
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Two Years Later
A familiar figure barged into Eliot's new cell- this one was even worse than the first one.
When hearing the door open, Eliot opened his eyes, preparing himself for the worse… but it wasn't Moreau who came in: it was Hardison.
The hacker gave out a small gasp before kneeling over by his brother, looking him over. "Hey man," he said. "I see you're not doin' too well. How about we get you out of here?"
Eliot grasped for Hardison's hand, finding relief when his teammate took his hand and gave it a small squeeze. "Har- Hardison…?" he asked hoarsely.
"Just told on a little longer, Eliot," Hardison quickly said. "We're gonna get too outta here."
"Moreau?"
Hardison could tell that Eliot was completely afraid of him, just by the tone of his voice. "The others are distracting him. Let's just focus on you now, okay?"
Eliot nodded.
The hacker then put his finger to his comm, and said, "Guys, I got Eliot. He's in really bad shape. I'm gonna try and get him out of here. You guys deal with Moreau."
From the outside, Eliot heard chatter, but then he heard Parker's voice, screaming and yelling. Probably to go see him. Hardison payed no attention. Slowly and carefully, Hardison helped Eliot up, wrapping the hitter's arm around his own neck before beginning to walk out of the cell.
They walked slowly, and pretty soon, Eliot was panting heavily, putting all his weight on Hardison.
Suddenly, somebody said, "Going somewhere?"
The two men turned around, and Eliot's eyes widened when he saw Moreau.
"Just let him go, Moreau. You've had your fun." Hardison said.
Moreau laughed. "This was just the beginning. I would have kept him for longer," He looked at Eliot. "I would have broken him, destroyed every bit of good left in him. And then I would have forced him to complete every mission that involves killing innocent people. And after I'm through with him, I would've killed him, slowly and-"
A gunshot sounded, making Eliot flinch. He looked back and saw Moreau, on the ground, with a bullet in his heart. He looked up and saw Parker and Nate; Nate was the one who held the gun.
Parker immediately ran over to him. She looked him over, bursting into tears once realizing how hurt he was.
"Let's just get her into Lucille, momma," Hardison said gently. "Then we could worry about his injuries.
It took thirty painful minutes to get out of Moreau's prison and find Lucille. When they finally arrived, Sophie was there, ready to help. When they placed Eliot onto the ground, the hitter curled into himself, a soft moan escaping his lips.
Parker fell beside him, beginning to stroke his blood and sweat dampened curls. "It's alright, Eliot, you're safe now. We're gonna get you home, but we have to mend your wounds. We won't hurt you, I promise."
Eliot opened his eyes, his hand reaching for Parker's face. "Do whatever… you need… to do, darlin." He then dropped his hand and closed his eyes, all his energy leaving him.
Parker and Sophie started mending whatever they could. This time, his wounds and injuríes were much worse than the first time.
He was covered in whip lashes, burns, and deep cuts. Heavy bruises covered his entire upper body. There were bandages in some places where he had been shot; the bullets weren't taken out. His face was covered in scratches, one big one going from his cheek down his neck. As there were wounds, there were just as many scars. Some of them were small, yet some of them were big. All of this was heartrending to watch.
Without wasting time to grieve about their teammate's condition, they began mending what they could. In about two hours, they finished, and they had arrived at the HQ.
The team quickly helped Eliot into his room, gently laying him on his bed. Parker sat beside him for hours, not letting go of his hand. Even when Sophie called her to eat, Parker didn't move. She couldn't. She needed to stay with Eliot until he woke up… she owed him that much….
