Chapter 11

It was after several days of the breakfast incident that he finally understood what these people wanted from him. It had been a nightmare of a day with people pointing to pictures and waiting for him to do something however he had not quite understood what he was to do until he was in bed with the talker for company.

He had been looking forward to just sitting in his bed with the pillows popped up and watching the basketball game. He now could name each of the sports they watched and knew that it was the playoffs for college basketball that they had been watching for the last few nights. He knew that the talker would chose basketball and almost groaned when he began talking and pointing to pictures as well.

He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, what he really wanted to do was reach for the thing that controlled the television and find the game. He had learned in the last few days that he got frustrated very easily and it was something that he thought he should keep to himself as he didn't think that these people would appreciate their necks snapped.

It was amazing that one of the things he remembered of his past was his training of killing people with his bare hands while he had been in the military. So he had been a solider somewhere in his past. He didn't think he was in the military now, these people definitely lacked the discipline to be a military unit, except him and he wondered if that was the reason he didn't quite trust him.

He felt the air of someone snapping their fingers in front of his face.

'Damn it Hardison! Stop doing that and switch on the game!'

His eyes snapped opened and he had no idea where the voice had come from, he looked over at the talker, 'Hardison' his brain provided, was looking at him quite concerned.

He once again watched him with a frown on his face and as he continued to stare at him 'Hardison' once again pointed at the picture of basketball and then he flicked the channel to show the game and then he continued to show him a picture of a sport and flick to the channel that had that sport. Suddenly it clicked what these people might be asking of him. Did they wish that he make a choice?

He reached out his hand to point to the basketball picture and then he halted, were these people trying to find the things he liked so they could take them away from him? Nothing had indicated that they wished to hurt him or make him miserable but you never knew and besides he wasn't sure if they were asking him to make a choice. When they had changed the rules couple of days ago the lady with the nice voice had eventually had given him his favorite sweet stuff despite him not being able make a choice and she had known which one he like too.

After a moment of reflection he decided to take a plunge and see what happened. With careful concentration he lifted his hand and after looking over the choices carefully pointed to the choice he least liked, baseball, just in case they were trying to eliminate the things he liked. He saw that his choice did not please Hardison as well however he dutifully flicked the channel to the baseball game.

He was not thrilled with the choice himself however he wanted to make sure that they were watching the baseball game because he had chosen it and Hardison was not going to take it away from the selection. He snapped his fingers to get Hardison's attention after all that is how they got his attention and when Hardison was looking at him he gestured to the cards again and watched as Hardison once again pointed to each card and then flicked the channels matching each one. This time he lifted his finger up and pointed to the ice hockey one and watched as Hardison changed the channel to match the picture. This time he pointed to the American Football and smiled when Hardison once again changed the channel.

So what they wanted from him was to make choices, he could really get to like this!

He once again snapped his fingers and would have laughed aloud at the look on Hardison's face. 'Not much fun when someone is doing it to you is it?' he thought. Then he pointed to the one with the basketball picture and then settled back to watch the game with a smile that resembled a smirk on his face.

A/N: Well there you have it, Eliot is coming back slowly. That is all that I have at the moment, the rest we'll see when it shall come, not making any promises however I am planning maybe five more chapters before the end.