A/N - Hiya everybody!

I'm sorry I couldn't make it in to dialysis your MONEY MONDAY , the legs just didn't want to work. Good news is that I am doing a back 2 back and will be here tomorrow for WALL SAFE WEDNESDAY!

I just might give you readers and followers and favorited people an UN-BIRTHDAY present of another chapter update on TECH-ASS THURSDAY because IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!

YUP, I'll be turning old enough to go, what the hell was that birthday about?

A/N - This chapter is brought to you by select music from Celine Dion, Chris Isaak, Keith Urban, the Joshies, Josh Turner and Josh Groban... and last but not least, Santana!

A/N - WARNING! An interesting treat happened to Parker... WARNING! The reason why this story is RATED M is in this chapter...

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Eliot could sense that Parker was waiting for something. The air in the room felt like neither one wanted to say the first words of their conversation. Maybe he was just waiting for her to start her apology… But didn't he owe her one too? So he nodded at her like she should start talking, but then she narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms across her chest. Okay, so she was holding her ground then. In Parker body language it meant that she was closed to any kind of initiating in the conversation they needed to have. Well then, he decided to force her to go first when he crossed his arms and gave her one of those, 'I'm pissed,' looks. He thought he had won, until she narrowed her eyes and those crossed arms got tighter across her chest. Then he sighed and gave in… He uncrossed his arms and took another sip of warm coffee. Where were they gonna get if both of them were at a stand-still? At least it wasn't cold in the room anymore since Parker had gotten up and closed the sliding glass door when he went in to hide certain things in his room. He held onto his coffee like it was an anchor and began…

"I don't know what to say, Parker. Saying I'm sorry doesn't seem like enough. I don't know what to say to make up for what I never should have said earlier. I can't take it back… Look, I didn't mean to hurt or upset you. I don't think I've been myself since Beretta left the hospital and… And I know that ain't a real good excuse for my behavior, but it's the best I've got. I'm sorry if it seems like I don't have much patience and I snap. I've been ill for almost three months and I damn well didn't think I'd be out of commission this long. And then there's this thing with my dad I've gotta get through so I can go home, and get some rest, at my place," Eliot summed up by looking her in the eyes. "But anyway, in spite of all that, I'm sorry."

And then he looked down and stared at the black plastic lid on his decaf coffee as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Eliot really didn't know what to expect from her now, however he had an idea that she might get up and say, 'Okay,' like everything was just erased from an invisible chalkboard. What actually happened; blew his mind…


Parker listened to Eliot's apology and took it all in. Most of what he'd said reaffirmed what Sophie had told her earlier on the roof. Okay so he apologized, what was she supposed to do again? She tried to recall what would happen next… She wasn't sorry for getting upset because she was just doing her job of protecting him. Though she was sorry that he had to go through not only the death of his father but the death of his biological family, so he was now an orphan like she was; she understood the meaning of it all. She didn't consider Archie her foster father, no; he was more like a boss. Beretta wasn't of his father's blood and who really wanted to count Lorena as anything other than a gold-digging former stripper, heh, female entertainer if you wanted to get technical. Then she remembered what Sophie said about people grieving in different ways than her own as she looked down at Bunny. Her plans had been put into action when she ordered dinner, so she continued the plan in motion as she stood, and moved toward Eliot in the wheelchair. Parker didn't say a word as she gently took the thick paper coffee cup from his fingers and placed it on the coffee table.

"Come on Sparky, it's late and you need your rest," she spoke barely above a whisper.

She didn't worry that he didn't fight her on it and make her talk. No, he was going with the flow to see where she was headed; she liked that. Parker didn't really want to fight now after having such an awesomely good meal. She tucked Bunny up under her arm and she wheeled Eliot into the bedroom. She turned on his bedside lamp, put Bunny on the end of the bed, and pulled back the covers. Then she reached for his arm and put it up around her right shoulder. She took a good grip on the clothing at his waist.

"Come, dance with me," she tenderly whispered.

He remembered to help lift himself up and she held onto him and his clothing as she helped him out of the locked in place wheelchair next to the bed. He maneuvered his casted legs as she moved his body. When he should have been ready to sit, Parker didn't let go. He looked up at her… She came in and held onto him in a hug for a few heartbeats before he could see into her eyes. Then she let him down gently to the bed. He was getting very sleepy and she worked faster. Between them, she got him stripped down to his t-shirt and black boxer briefs. He was totally putty in her hands. She helped him get settled on his back and pulled up on the covers; to his middle chest. She tucked him in waist down, that way he could still move if he needed to.


"You gave me something," Eliot quietly asked.

"Shhh… A little somethin' to help you get some sleep."

"How?" He was trying to fight the liquid sedative she'd slipped him in his coffee.

Parker picked up her much loved, cherished stuffed animal friend, Bunny, and tucked him in under the covers next to Eliot's heart.

"Bunny is gonna sleep with you tonight. I want you to tell him all your troubles and he will keep the nightmares away. He's good at that."

"Parker, I'm not sleeping with a damn stuffed animal. I don't need it."

"Shhh… It's just for tonight. I promise I won't tell the others."

All fight seemed to leave his body as his eyes closed, his breathing began to slow; a sign of sleep. Then Parker watched him sleeping for a few minutes before she leaned down and gave his forehead a soft peck.

"Good night, Sparky," she whispered after the kiss. "Sleep well, Eliot."

She knew the others would probably see that it was wrong to drug Eliot, but she didn't know how else to get him to sleep with her Bunny; because Superman Eliot was too manly to sleep with a stuffed animal at his age… Parker supposed that she'd just become Eliot's Kryptonite when it came to his health. The more she thought about it, treating Eliot like a small child and mothering him wasn't good either, but it helped her to feel needed. Most of the time they were together, Eliot didn't need her. He didn't need her to fight for him, he didn't need her to retrieve something for him, he did it all himself. If there was something to be retrieved or 'stolen,' Nate was the one who gave her, specific marching orders. Hardison thought he needed her and wanted her, but that wasn't real, and he found someone that did need him; and they got hitched FOREVER! Sophie needed her to grift for her sometimes when the job called for it, but once again there was one member of the team that didn't need her and it needled her; daily.

Well, now in conversations with Sophie about men's behavior, she learned that men like to be pampered when their sick. So maybe she'd just look at it that way… And when he was better she'd stop mothering him… Well, maybe not so closely anyway. She turned out the light and snuck out of the room while he was peacefully asleep; and left it slightly ajar in case he called out in the night. Parker needed a distraction and didn't want to turn on the television set because it might undo her plans. So she grabbed her jacket off the back of a chair near the sliding glass door and went out to the patio after she turned off all the lights. She closed the door almost all the way behind her and took a seat out there. The cold wasn't too bad yet, but she put on her jacket and pulled her phone out of the pocket. The clock said it was after midnight, it was Thursday, October 25, 2012. Still 5 days until she had to go do another full moon ritual. She fished the rose quartz stone out of her pocket. It was still whiter than ever… But she wouldn't give up hope yet.

Parker texted Hardison about how things were going in Oregon, with her property and all. The barn that was to be her office was supposed to be completed by then. The security system around the property was already up. Hardison had seen to that personally while the rest of the team had concentrated on visiting Eliot in the hospital. He'd taken down Eliot's ideas on securing Nate's apartment and just redesigned it on a larger scale. She didn't expect to get an answer considering that it was late. Everything was good and he was up taking care of some things to give Eliot his proposal in the morning. Parker seemed okay with that and let it slide for the time being. She'd find out what it was all about later instead of prying her friend for information. She sat out on the patio for a bit and watched the storm move, up until the point when she felt rain drops falling on her face. Then the thief got up and went inside. She got ready for bed and slipped between the sheets. The first few moments after falling asleep she spent dreaming about Eliot…


Eliot couldn't believe it… Parker had drugged him! Him of all people! He should have known there was something slightly off with the flavor of that coffee… She just put him to bed and tucked him in like she had in the hospital. No, he didn't need the stuffed animal; how could he take her Bunny from her? And he tried to fight her on it, but he had been getting too sleepy, and he just gave in. What was one night? He supposed he could trust that she'd keep the little secret between them from the others. God! If Hardison found out… He didn't want to think about it anymore. Then he felt even woozier as the medication fought his consciousness harder. Eliot gave in and closed his eyes. He thought he felt her kiss his forehead and wish him a good night, but he couldn't be sure of that because the medication won the fight and he drifted off to sleep.

In his dreams, Eliot came upon a lush green field with all kinds of lop-eared bunnies eating and hopping around. They were eating the emerald colored grass in perfectly beautiful sunshine. Then he spotted Dreamland Parker off not too far, with a basket on her arm, picking the most beautiful daisies. She already had a few in the basket and she was bent over picking more. She wore a pastel blue colored sun dress this time and her hair was half up and in a ponytail while the rest hung free under it and rested on her shoulders. Suddenly, she stood, and it reminded him of a doe in a field as she's eating grass when she is alerted to a foreign presence. She sweetly smiled and put her newly cut flowers in her basket. Eliot went up to her and she took his hand in to her small limber digits.

"So, what should we talk about today, Sparky?" She asked.

"Let me tell you about the dad inside my dad I didn't know existed…"

She led him by the hand and he took her hand and wrapped it around his non-injured arm. No, in this world he was free of casts, aches, pains, and scars.


In the other room, Parker's dreams were quite a bit different… She dreamt of her and Eliot going around the world and jumping off the highest points they could find. They jumped off of the Eiffel Tower, they jumped off Mt. Everest wearing those body suits that made you look like a sugar-gliding squirrel, they even managed to get up to the top of the Empire State Building and jump. That took some work though to get through the protective metal work and fiddling with some cameras so they wouldn't get caught. She went through every detail of every jump in her mind. What surprised her most was when after all that, her dreams changed. Instead of more ideas of things to jump off of, her mind led her back to what happened the day before, when she and Eliot were about to go into the bedroom to put him to bed. Instead of that, she saw herself taking away an un-sedative-laced decaf coffee, and then carefully sitting down in his lap. When she looked down at his legs, the casts were gone. Parker then saw herself take her hands and rest one on his shoulder as the other caressed his face; a face with a full beard, but not so long it was silly.

She turned his face to meet her own and then her lips fell into his. She never imagined them to be so soft; so yummy. And the mustache part of his beard tickled… Then he started to kiss her back and the game was on. He rolled the both of them in the wheelchair into the bedroom, not bothering to close the door. All the while she kept her lips bonded with his. Somehow she ended up in his bed and he was there above her. The pillow still smelled like him as she waited for him to undress before he came back to her. Of course it was dark in her dream at that point so she didn't see much, but her mind made up what she already knew the rest of his body looked like. Then he was there and stripping her out of her pajamas; first the top… One button at a time; slowly. His kisses searing into her skin, branding her as Eliot Spencer's Property. She smiled as she heard him laugh when he found a tattoo on her lower belly, just above her slightly furred and trimmed mound, that said, 'Property of Eliot Spencer, Beware of the Wahya.'

Oh! The ecstasy as she felt what she thought other women had taken part of in reality with him. No, this wasn't just some one night stand… It felt different… She felt the love there for her in his actions and ministrations. Oh My Gawwwd, do that again, Sparky, right there! She couldn't believe she was having this kind of dream about Eliot… But what the hell, she decided to go ahead and indulge her just a little until things progressed in reality. They came together at the apex of their lovemaking in her dream and then they spooned together and rested for a while before Parker's mind decided that once wasn't enough. So they went at it for the rest of the darkness in her dream. Then she heard Eliot's voice calling to her…

"Parker, wake up. It's time for breakfast," and her eyes flew open…