Summary: Somebody has an owie in an uncomfortable place, and they are very vocal about it.
(This story is in this collection because 25 - 0.25 - quarter[fraction] - hindquarters. It's after Chapter 9's "Headquarters" because I thought it would be funny, haha. *rolls eyes at juvenile humor*)
Hindquarters
"Ohhhhhhh, my ass!"
The moans could be heard from outside the very solid bulletproof (but not soundproof, apparently) doors of the Leverage offices.
"My beautiful ass! Agony!"
Nate stifles a laugh as he enters, and Sophie hides a smile.
"He's still at it?" Nate murmurs to Parker, nodding at the prone figure on the couch.
She snorts. "You'd think he broke his legs or something."
Nate looks around and notices the absence of a certain hitter.
"Where's Eliot?"
Parker rolls her eyes. "He left." Short, but eloquent.
Nate nods. He can very well imagine..."To keep from going crazy?"
Parker grins, her scary, crazy grin. "To keep from killing Hardison."
"Same thing."
Parker agrees with a sharp "Ha!"
"Oh, my poor buttocks!" groans Hardison to a sympathetically mm-hmming Sophie on the other side of the room.
"He's a bad patient. I even put the nurse costume on for him like the internet told me to, but all he did was scream and try to run away, and then screamed even more," Parker gripes, frowning. "I'm sure I did it right."
Nate glances around the office and sees the enormous elephant-sized syringe lying with deceptive innocence on a counter and decides that he doesn't want to know.
He settles for: "Yes, I'm sure you did."
"Ohhhhh," Hardison whimpers loudly and clutches his behind - gently. "What I would give to sit without pain!"
"Arhhhh, that's it," Parker growls, and marches over. She stands over Hardison, who suddenly looks apprehensive and sends an uh-oh glance at the syringe.
"It's just a bruised coccyx, Hardison!" she exclaims and throws a ring-shaped cushion at his ass. Hard. "Use the donut!"
"Awwwrrrrrhhhhh!"