A/N: okay, so here's Parker 's side of the story, of what she's i wrote too much so I have to split it into two chapters haha:P Sorry about that, but do enjoy!And please comment!It would mean the world to me, thanks! :)
She couldn't sleep. So what? She would often toss and turn at night , and then decided to give up her sleep and steal something from the nearest museum or end up in Nate apartment's air was the most peaceful place she could ever find, knowing that her father figure was resting below her, hearing him breath in, breath out in normal pace. But now that Sophie started spending more and more nights over at Nate's, she couldn't actually go there that often. And tonight was like no others. She was either too pumped up by the job today or was too,both shocked and relieved that they had Hardison back, safe and sound.
She tried to breath normally as she recalled the day's event. It was, to be honest, her most nerve-wrecking day in her life. And she did jumping off a building for a living,for crying out loud! She always knew that their job had their risks. But no one was ever this close to dying. And it was Hardison,the one who was had the least experience at these things. She had shown so much emotion today, and that exhausted her. She hadn't been keen to share her feelings since her brother died, and she hadn't feel so vulnerable since that either. She was used to shut all her emotions away, because it was so much easier to live when she didn't care. But something in her changed when she joined the team, especially the day when Hardison said he would look for her wherever she go after their supposedly-last mission.
It now seemed more and more easy to feel, now that she had a family, or at least some kind of a family. Nate was like a father who was strict when it was needed be and gentle when the team needed support. He was always there to protect them from harms away and always the first one who rushed to their backup if Elliot hadn't been there in time. Sophie was like a mother. Parker never remembered what having a mother felt like. But she supposed this must be it. She could always go to her for advice, and she would always be there for her. She'd helped her through the awkward moments of her social faux pas. Elliot was like her big brother, always taking care of her and the rest of the team. She knew that he cared for the crew much more than he cared to admit. And then there was Hardison.
She never knew what her feelings were for him until today. Sure, she liked to hang out with him. And she didn't like him hanging out with other girls. But her?Loving Hardison?Not likely. She was a thief. She couldn't possibly fall in love. But even though she didn't want to admit it, she knew that every time when they were pretending to kiss on a con, her heart was beating faster than ever. Ever faster than when she was grifting.
She sat up and shook her head, wanting to get all the confusing feelings aside. She wasn't very good at thinking, or feelings. Her mind could think of hundred ways to break into a safe but could not figure out how she really felt about Hardison? This was way beyond ridiculous. She wanted to go to Sophie but remembered that she was staying over at Nate's. So she changed into her usual clothes,grabbed her tools on the table and then headed out. Stealing usually cooled her down. So she should go steal something. And with a relief sigh, she realized that that idea was the most sane thought she'd had tonight.
Ok...this wasn't where she was initially heading. That wasn't the Boston Museum of Fine Arts across the street. Where was she?
She must've been lost. But she couldn't be. She started to take in the environment around her and realized, with shock, that she was across the street of Hardison's apartment. How did she ended up here?She was too caught up in her own thought that she didn't even realize that she turned the wrong way twenty minutes was trying to get away, to avoid what happened today and now she was in front of his place?She had never been in his flat before, but she had found herself, on several occasions, especially when she felt lonely and it was too late to go to Sophie or Elliot, that she would end up here, in the park across Hardison's apartment and looking up as the apartment's light turned on. And she would sat there for a very long time, imagining what Hardison would say to comfort her if she had gone up there. But she never did. And then the lights were eventually turned off and she knew Hardison was asleep.
But not tonight. She was too tired to deal with this feeling stuff or whatever other people call this. And it wasn't even right to end up here if she wanted to talk about relationships. She always went to Sophie for relationship advice.
But something inside her made her walked up to the building. She subconsciously touched her right cheek, where Hardison kissed gently earlier tonight. She closed her eyes again as she recalled today's event. It was like what happened to her brother all those years ago had happened all over again. That desperated feeling she felt when she heard that Hardison was in a coffin underground, being buried alive. The fear of not being able to see him again when they were trying to figure out where he was buried. The emotional outburst when she was talking with him on the phone and they were only this close on getting him out. She told him. She had finally admitted that she cared. She cared deeply for the hacker and cared more for him than for anyone on the team. She knew,from that moment, that she love him, but it wasn't until that moment that she had finally confronted herself with this fact. And after that, it was like she wasn't able to turn that thought off. So maybe that was why she was here.
She suddenly opened her eyes. She had to see him. To make sure he was okay. Without even knowing it, she came to the only place where she knew she could see him right away.
So she took the windows instead of the elevator. Because for Parker, the windows' were always the fastest way. And she couldn't wait to see him.
to be continued...