Chapter 12: Home
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AN: WOOOHOOOO! GUYS! 100 reviews! Rosie, you have my love forever! Seriously, a part of my heart will belong to you and only you. Now, I'm kind of lost on where to go now...so this chapter is sure to be interesting. It's just gonna be pulled out of some deep crevice of my mind. A lot of you are not liking Eliot right now. I've seen some people try to get me to get Jasper to save her, change her, and let them be mates. I can honestly say, that's not gonna happen. Sorry. I have nothing against a Jasper/Bella storyline at all, but this one is strictly a Bella/Eliot pairing. It's also 4/20, so...For those of you who don't know what the significance of 4/20 is, it's basically just a day for people to get high. Now, I myself did not get high, but there was enough in the air so that I might have been affected lol. It's also Day of Silence! It's basically where you stay quiet all day to protest the harassment of gays, lesbians, and bisexuals in your schools and communities. I wore a sign around my neck explaining why I wasn't talking and stayed quiet the whole day! I feel proud :D I'm sorry if this makes some people uncomfortable. I had a few people tell me that, while they wouldn't be a jerk, they don't exactly support it, which is...whatever. You believe what you believe and so do I, just don't try and lecture me or get me to change my mind. Anywho, now that I'm done ranting, where was I? Oh, yeah! Beware of this chapter. I'm just sitting down to write random crap that pops into my head. Also, as I'm writing this, I'm listening to Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and The Sharpest Lives by MCR, so my mood's probably gonna be a little...iffy. And, I also may not post this on the 20th, so if I post later, just know that I'm not retarted, just a little lost on where to take this story and unable to write it all in one night. Oh yeah, did I mention its 10:30pm and I have to be up before 9:00 on a Saturday? I still have all kinds of crap to do, too. Anyways...ONWARDS!
AN 2: Okay so, let's try this chapter again! I'm sorry guys, this took a lot longer than I wanted it to, but the internet hasn't been working. And I'm determined to get in better shape for this summer, to be healthier, but also so I don't look kinda gross in a bikini. That'd be awesome lol. Also, let me know if you have any ideas for this story because I have no clue where I'm going with it. Please, please, please! And please review! I've only gotten 2, I think, from the last chapter. If you guys aren't interesting I'm just gonna pull the plug. So please communicate! Let me know! I can't read your minds. Okay, enough begging. I do think this chapter is gonna be a short one. Sorry guys! Anywho… ONWARDS!
BPOV
As I walked down the hallway, getting closer to Nate's door, I started getting nervous. Were they mad at me for leaving? For not coming home last night. God, I really didn't wanna deal with any of this today. Or ever. I sighed. I guess I had to face the music. I got to the door and noticed it was fixed. I'm guessing by Eliot. I couldn't really see anyone else out here doing it. Just as I reached for the doorknob, the door opened, Hardison almost slamming into me.
"Hey, sorry. Are you okay?" he asked, a concerned look on his face, closing the door behind him.
I laughed humorlessly. "Yeah. I'm good. Just a little exhausted."
He nodded. He stood there for a second, then looked back at the closed door and back at me. "They're in the office looking through some stuff for future clients. If you're quiet you might be able to chill in your room for a while before the firing squad comes after you."
I smiled a little. He knew I wasn't ready for all the drama yet. I was safe, that was all that mattered to him. He might be upset that I didn't call or come home yesterday, but he knew I'd get enough crap from Eliot and Uncle Nate. He knew he was the last person I needed I needed a lecture from.
"Thanks." I whispered, hoping he understood everything I was thanking him for.
He nodded and laid his hand on my shoulder before he walked off to do whatever it was he was doing before he ran into me.
I took a deep breath and opened the door quietly, peeking my head in to see if anyone was around. Nope, coast was clear. I opened the door just enough for me to fit in and closed it quietly behind me. I tip toed up to my room and closed the door, turning the knob first so it wouldn't make any noise. I plopped down on my bed, relieved. I took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. I needed to find some way to relax and get rid of some of this stress, I thought as I looked at the ceiling. Maybe yoga? I don't know. I will admit I got some of it out fighting those guys yesterday. Though I don't think I'll find too many people willing to get kicked in the face just so I can be a little less tense. I laughed a little as I kicked my shoes of the edge of my bed. Do they have classes for that shit?
I was brought out of my thoughts by Eliot walking in. I sat up, nervous at what his reaction would be.
He walked over to the bed, pulled me off of it, and yanked me into his arms for a hug.
Um…okay. I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist, unsure of what exactly was happening. I also wasn't sure if this was the time to be mad or not. Cause I was mad. Unbelievably.
"What the hell, Bella? Why the hell didn't you come home last night? " Eliot grouched, and almost yelled, in my ear.
I stiffened. Did he really wanna start a fight? I pulled away. "Why do you even care? Huh?" I bitched right back at him.
"What the hell are you talkin' about, Bella? Of course I care!" he yelled, looking confused.
"You could've fooled me, the way you were hanging all over Kaylin."
He still had that stupid, confused look on his face. "What? I was not!"
I laughed humorlessly. "Really? You falling all over yourself to help her? Giving her little looks and smiles the whole job? That wasn't you flirting? Cause you sure had me fooled."
He looked angry now. "No, it wasn't. Maybe I was overcompensating for the fact that you wanted nothing to do with her. You didn't give two shits about her!"
What? I shook my head. "No! I wanted to help her! I wanted to take down the piece of shit that hurt her and her brother! Until you two got all buddy buddy! And then you had to take it up a notch and shove your tongue down her throat!" I yelled, my face burning, and probably red, from anger.
He looked shocked.
"Yeah, I saw, Johnny. Why don't you pack up and go stay with June. I'm sure you two'd be very happy together." I said bitterly and turned to leave the room.
"I'm not goin' anywhere. And I didn't kiss her."
I laughed and turned around. "Oh, please don't tell me you're gonna pull that 'she kissed me' crap."
"It's true!" he said, getting angry again.
I scoffed. "Whatever, Eliot."
He scoffed right back. "Well, now we know one of the reasons Edward left! Who could deal with this shit all the time? The negativity and accusations? I'd leave, too!" he yelled.
I was frozen. "Wha…I can't believe you said that." I whispered, unable to make my voice go any louder than that. I turned towards the door again, blinking away tears of hurt and anger.
"Bella-"
I turned around quickly, cutting him off. "Don't! Just don't. I don't wanna see you, hear you, or be anywhere near you."
He tried again. "Bella-"
"I said don't!" I yelled throwing the closest thing I could grab at him, which happened to be a lamp. He moved to the side so it wouldn't hit him and it crashed against the wall. "I don't want anything to do with you. Do you understand that?" I asked rhetorically, not giving him time to answer before I walked out, slamming the door behind me. I realized halfway down the hall that I didn't know where the hell I was going, nor did I have my shoes. Oh well. When I was halfway down the stairs I saw the rest of the guys standing at the table in the dining room, staring at me.
I stopped and sighed. "Did you guys hear that?" I asked, really hoping the answer was no.
They all shook their heads. Only Parker spoke up. "No. All we heard was yelling. Then it was quiet. Then more yelling and a crash. I thought we should make sure one of you hadn't killed the other, but they said you were fine." She said, very serious.
I smiled a small smile, because I just couldn't help it. I opened my mouth to say something but didn't know what to say, so I just closed it again. I went to try again, but the next thing I know hands are gripping and turning me and I'm over someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Eliot!" I screamed, knowing exactly who it was. He was probably the only one strong enough to do it, but definitely the only one stupid enough to. Especially after what he just said to me. "Put me down, you douchebag! Put me down, right now!" I was kicking around and repeatedly punching his back. None of it did any good. As he was shutting the apartment door closed behind us, I heard Parker. "What's a douchebag?"
I kept up the fight, but he didn't put me down until we were in his bedroom in his apartment. He then threw me down on his bed. I bounced from the impact, and when I stopped I sat up and glared up at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing? What part of 'want nothing to do with you' do you not understand?"
He didn't say anything, maybe he just wasn't listening. Asshole. He looked at me and sighed. He sat down on the bed beside me. "Bella, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of that, at all. I feel like an asshole." Well, you read my mind buddy. "And I swear to God, I did not kiss Kaylin." I scoffed. "I didn't. She kissed me. I pulled away. I told her I was with you, that I loved you. She felt really bad. Then when we realized you were gone she offered to help look for you but she had people all over her. She said to tell you she's sorry and thank you for helping her."
I just sat there. Part of me felt like a total bitch. But the other part, the part of me that wanted to be mad, was wondering if I should believe him. And I knew I could. Eliot wasn't perfect, I knew that, he had flaws. But he wasn't a liar. I didn't know what to say in that moment. I was embarrassed. Instead of asking him what had happened like a normal person I freaked out like a stereotypical teenager.
So I just said, "I'm sorry." Because I was.
He shook his head. "You don't have anything to be sorry for."
"Yes, I do. I was stupid and acted childish. I should've just asked you what happened."
He laughed a little. "If it was you I would've beaten the crap out of the dude and asked questions later."
I laughed. "I guess we both need to work on that."
He nodded, a small smile on his face. It left pretty quickly. "I really am sorry about what I said. About Edward and about me leaving. I didn't mean any of it. I was just mad. I don't think too clearly when I'm mad, as you can see."
I leaned over and kissed him. "I know. I think we both just saw red. Just something else we'll need to work on."
He nodded.
I smirked as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He raised his eyebrows, knowing I was up to something. "You know, we've never really had a fight before. Little disagreements maybe, but no fights."
He nodded, still suspicious.
"Well, that means we've never had the chance to have make up sex…"
He chuckled, the low, deep noise stirring something inside me. "Well, that's unacceptable."
I nodded, pouting. "It really is. What are you gonna do about that?"
His hands reached over to grasp the bottom of my t-shirt, they went just under the hem, gently caressing the skin there, driving me crazy. My breathing sped up and I'm sure my heart was pounding. He put pressure on my hips then, making me lay down, him hovering over me looking all kinds of sexy. "I'm gonna take advantage of the fact that no one's gonna come looking for us until tomorrow afternoon. I'm gonna take my time with you." He whispered, dragging his lips down my throat, occasionally stopping to place an open-mouthed kiss. I shivered. This man was gonna kill me.
When his lips got to the neckline of my shirt, his hands, still underneath my shirt, ran up my stomach, taking the fabric with him. Once it was across the room, he finally saw my arm that had been covered by the long sleeves of my shirt. The white bandage covered about half of my left forearm, keeping anything from getting in the stitches. He gently rubbed his fingers over it. "Does it hurt?" he asked, shooting a concerned glance my way. But I could also see the anger there. Not at me, but at who had inflicted this on me.
I shook my head. "I took some ibuprofen when I woke up. I'm stitched up. It's all good." I said, my hands reached up to pull his face down to me and I started kissing him, hopefully getting his mind off of it. But of course I couldn't be that lucky.
He pulled away. "What happened?"
I made a face. "Can we talk tomorrow, please? I don't really wanna repeat myself." And I really just wanted to get back to him taking his time.
He made a face and was about to say something else, but I put my hand over his mouth. "Please. Not today. I just wanna get back to normal. With the job and last night I feel like these past few days have lasted a month. I just wanna spend some time with you, with the team, and find another job to do. Preferably helping a man. Well a straight guy."
He cracked a smile, but then got serious. "You wanna do another job? So soon after…whatever happened last night?"
I sighed. Way too off the important topic for my taste. "Yes. But we'll talk about it later with everyone else because I'm sure you'll have some stuff to say. Now shut up. And get back to this taking your time thing." I pulled his face down to kiss me again.
I felt him smile a little against my lips. I reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to try and get it off. He sat up and grabbed the back of it, helping me. Before he could come back down, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed, rolling us over so I was on top.
I lowered my head, placing a kiss at the juncture where his neck met his shoulder, then gave it a little bite. He hissed, his hands going to grab on to my butt. "What if I wanna take my time? Hm? What if I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity presented to us? Take advantage of you?" I asked quietly, my hands gently running up and down his arms, my lips making their way up to his.
He stretched his head up to kiss me quickly, then laid back down. "Well, then I'd say it'll be interesting to see who wins."
I smirked. "Bring it." I said, leaning down and kissing him again, his hands reaching up to grasp the hair at the nape of my neck while mine went down and worked on unbuttoning his pants. It was on. Winner or loser, I was about to enjoy the shit out of this.
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AN 2: Hey guys! Sorry about how long this took. I really thought I would get this out earlier but the internet went down and then RL started back up with kicking my ass. Just today alone has felt like two days put together. I'd rather have had a knife fight with 4 amateur assassins then what I've got goin on. And I'd definitely rather fight with Eliot over who gets to take their time. I was gonna keep going with that cause I felt you guys deserved it for the wait, but as I finish this it's past midnight and I'm exhausted. So this is where I'm stopping. Please review guys! I need feedback! Leave comments if there's something you'd like me to write about or questions you have or whatever. I'll definitely respond ASAP. I'm gonna say this again guys, REVIEW! I need to hear from you! If I don't hear from you or if there's just not an audience for this anymore I'm gonna take it down. So review! And also, I've been wanting to do a one-shot, so I was hoping you guys would give me some ideas. Just premises really. Or even just like a characteristic of a character you wanna see. I'll probably do more than one. It doesn't have to be a Twilight/Leverage idea. I'd actually prefer it not be, actually. It can be just Twilight or another crossover. I'm really loving the Supernatural ones, speaking of. If you haven't check em out! They're awesome. Alright guys, I think that's it. Review, review, review! I can't stress it enough. I love hearing from you guys. You don't even understand how much. I think it's bordering on unhealthy lol. Reviews are better than Eliot taking his time with you… Okay, maybe not. Definitely not, but I'm never gonna get that, so I need reviews! Or PM's even! Ask me questions, send me love, or hate I guess, give me suggestions, and tell me where you want this story to end up. What's the final chapter? I might not take your advice, but a few of you will notice that the things you've told me in reviews and PM's have made it into the story. So keep em coming! You're shaping this story! But you can't if you aren't giving me the tools to sculpt it for you! Alright, I'm shutting up now. Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up quicker than I did this one. Fingers crossed. Lots-o-love to my incredible readers! You guys are awesome and amazingly beautiful! Don't you dare change a thing!
