Title: Wanted
Summary: Eliot was wanted in several countries. What if one of them got him? Eliot whump.
Rating: T, for violence and some cursing. Possible some implied non-con, but nothing graphic.
Author's Note: As always, I'm not a doctor and don't play one on TV, so all medical mistakes are mine. Also, this is unbeta'ed, so I guess all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: The Leverage team isn't mine (boohoo). I own nothing, except a little belly button lint.
Other's Authors Notes: Thanks for the reviews and to everyone that has put t his story on story alert! You guys are great!
As confident as Hardison was in his computer skills, he found himself thwarted in his attempts to find out what prison Eliot was being held in. "There is nothing in their government files noting what prison he's been sent to. Heck, there isn't even any mention that he's been caught. The only thing I can even find that remotely resembles his capture is a five hundred thousand dollar withdrawal from one of the Myanmar governmental accounts. It doesn't even say why, or to who."
"So how do we know he's even in this country?" Parker asked.
Nate looked at her exasperatedly, "We can't think that right now. Hardison, you didn't find any other IYS flights going anywhere else out of the country at that time, right?"
"No, just the fake one to Laos from LaGuardia, and the one from Dallas. We know Eliot was on that flight because the security cameras showed him getting on the plane. I doubt Sterling would have landed in Burma just to refuel and taken Eliot anywhere else. Besides, Burma had the highest bounty on him, five hundred thousand, and that's what was taken out of the governmental account at the same time that Eliot was scheduled to have arrived."
"Oh." Parker said simply, "So where is he?"
"We're just going to have to find him a different way," Sophie said.
"We need to be careful. We can't afford for any of us to get caught." Nate said, "Hardison, how many prisons are there in Myanmar?"
"I don't know. That will take me a bit."
"Well, get on it, and then see if you can hack into their files, maybe it will show a new prisoner in the system at about the same time Eliot would have gotten into the country."
"Good idea," Sophie said.
"I'm on it boss man." Hardison replied.
Eliot limped slowly out of his cell. For most of the day he was left alone in an 8x6 ft cell. Meals came sporadically - at best once a day, and he had learned early on to eat, no matter how badly he felt, whenever food was provided. He'd been in the prison for two weeks, and sported several new lacerations, a few more broken ribs, and several broken fingers. A part of him hoped that the team would be able to find him and get him out of this place, but most of him hoped that they forgot about him and stayed away from here. He'd realized that he cared about them too much to want to take the chance that one of them would get recognized for having a bounty on their head and be caught and taken to a prison similar to one that he was in. He hoped they'd find another hitter to fill his place.
Eliot took what little food was provided to him and found an opening against a wall where he slid down the wall and ate his meal in tired silence. He kept his head down, ignoring what might be going on around him. Some days were quiet, but other days the tank bully, Marhkra, would take it into his head to terrorize someone, stealing their food and causing them pain. The guards watched impassively while this happened. No one got out of a Myanmar prison alive, and most of the time they didn't care when that death happened. Pretty much anyone in Marhkra's tank was fair game for the bully.
Eliot had been on the receiving end of the bully's anger in the first few days. He'd stood up to the bully, and in healthier times could have easily taken the man out in a few seconds. But Marhkra was relatively well fed and had been left mostly unscathed by the guards, and Eliot had freshly broken bones. Marhkra had been able to break several more of Eliot's ribs in short order, leaving the hitter gasping for breath, and with an already broken leg and arm, he was left at the mercies of the other man for several minutes before the guards finally spoke up and told the other man to halt the assault. It was a full forty eight hours before Eliot had been able to drag himself out of his cell to get a meager meal.
They were given twenty minutes to eat their meal and then forced back to their cells. Eliot filed out with the rest of the group. Suddenly he found himself pushed roughly face first into a wall. "Spencer," a rough voice whispered in his ear.
"Marhkra," Eliot replied, "what do you want."
"I think I want a bit of you," Marhkra said, his face so close to him that Eliot could smell the hot, fetid breath and he tried to stop himself from gagging. Dental care was lacking in this prison, and Marhkra's mouth suffered from it, with his rotting teeth and stinking breath. Eliot tried to turn his head away, and this made Marhkra angry, "What, you're too good for me? I'll show you what's good."
Eliot felt his face getting shoved farther into the wall, and he shut his eyes as his chest was pushed into the unforgiving concrete wall, causing his broken ribs to grate against each other. He struggled to draw breath, his vision starting to go gray at the pain and lack of oxygen getting into his lungs. He felt a knee come up between his legs, forcing him to spread his feet apart, and he felt something hard push up against his butt. He yelled and used his unbroken arm to push himself away, only to have Marhkra grab him by the hair, pulling his head back, before slamming his face hard against the wall, splitting open his face and causing blood to start to drip from his nose.
"I said I wanted a bit of you," Marhkra's voice whispered leeringly into his ear, "What did you think I meant?" the bully laughed, then Eliot felt a wetness on the side of his face as the big man licked Eliot on the side of the face by his ear.
Inside Eliot cringed, but he kept a strong face on the outside, knowing better than to show the bully any fear, "Go to hell." he ground out roughly.
Marhkra ran a hand down Eliot's waist while he shoved his hips hard into Eliot. Although the uniforms they were provided were thin, and provided little protection into the cold that seeped into their cell, Eliot was glad for even that little bit of thinness now, as he could feel exactly what the bully wanted from him.
"Marhkra!" a guard yelled, "Not here, not now! Another tank is coming in to eat. You can have some fun with him later."
"Later than," Eliot heard the bully whisper into his ear. He felt the man run a hand suggestively over his body and he steeled himself to keep from flinching. He felt the pressure against his head and chest lessened and he was able to push himself away from the wall and breathe a little easier. He took a step backwards away from the wall and turned to go back to his cell when he found himself sliding headfirst across the floor, a result of Marhkra bodily tossing him to the floor. Eliot struggled back to his feet, but the guard that had stopped Marhkra from assaulting him stepped onto the middle of his back, pushing him back to the floor with a grunt.
"You can crawl back to your cell." the guard said.
"Fuck that!" Eliot replied, pushing himself to his knees against the pressure of the foot against his back. He heard, rather than saw, the guard unsheathed his nightstick and he steeled himself for what was to come. He was not disappointed, and controlled the grunt that tried to escape from his lips as the guard hit him on the leg that was already broken. He pulled his head into his chest, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth against the pain.
"Crawl I said!" the guard yelled, hitting him repeatedly in the back. Another guard joined the attack, and while it only lasted a minute, it felt to Eliot like an hour had passed before the men stopped. He was dizzy and bleeding from new wounds, as the thin shirt he wore did little to protect him from the attack. "You going to crawl back to your cell or do we need to talk about this some more."
Eliot didn't say anything, but kept himself close to the ground as he used his unbroken arm to pull himself forward in a half crawl. He made his way to his cell as best as he could with only one good arm and one good leg, ignoring the taunts and whistles of the other prisoners as he crawled by.
Finally Eliot made it back to his cell. He didn't even try to pull himself onto his bunk, but instead lay on the floor just inside the door, eyes clenched shut against the pain and tears that threatened to overwhelm him. He didn't even hear the guards close his door.