Title: It's The End Of The World (As We Know It)
Author: Kyra
Disclaimer: I don't own them; if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
Summary: Everything changes when the bomb Parker and Hardison went after turns out to be a fake…And the real one goes off. In the aftermath of the Pulse, things only get more complicated when the Leverage team takes in a stray with secrets of his own.
Pairings: Very light Nate/Sophie and Hardison/Parker
Spoilers: Up through most of 'The Big Bang Job' for Leverage, goes AU on the train, and all of Dark Angel is fair game.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Chapter 2: That Damn Pacing
"Damn it, Eliot!" Nate exclaimed. "Would you sit down?"
Eliot paused in his pacing long enough to turn and glare at Nate. "Sit down? You want me to sit down?" he asked incredulously. "I can't sit down! Parker, Hardison, and Sophie are out there somewhere and we don't even know if they're dead or alive!"
"I know that!" Nate replied, returning Eliot's glare. "You think I'm not just as worried as you are? Because I am. But I also know that we need to stay together. We have no way of communicating now if we split up. And before you say we can go look together, we have no idea of where to look; we don't know where they were when the bomb went off. But they know we were here, so this is where they'll come. In the meantime, all we can do is wait."
"I hate waiting," Eliot growled as he started pacing again.
"Really? I couldn't tell…"
Eliot shot a glare at the Italian in response to her deadpan remark. "Don't make me knock you out, because I will do it."
Her mouth snapped shut at the dark look Eliot was giving her before she turned and slowly made her way to a stack of crates for enough away for her to be out of Eliot's way if the pacing turned out to not be enough for him.
Nate simply sighed as he watched his hitter continue to pace. He knew Eliot wasn't happy with the situation, hell, he wasn't either, but all that damn pacing was starting to make him twitchy. "Eliot!" Nate snapped in frustration. "Sit. Down." He huffed out a breath as he ran his hand through his hair agitatedly. "Actually, I don't really care what you do, just stop pacing already! Don't you know, oh, what's it called? Tai chi? Why don't you do that? It'll help you relax and anything is better than that damn pacing."
Eliot sent Nate a dark look before growling softly to himself and closing his eyes, taking deep breaths as he tried to forcefully calm himself and relax his body. Once he was a relaxed as he was going to get, he gracefully started the movements to a routine he knew so well he could it in his sleep.
Nate sighed in relief as Eliot finally stopped pacing. Now if only Sophie, Parker, and Hardison would get there, he'd be able to relax and try to figure out where they were going to go from here.
I know it's short, sorry about that. Though, most of the chapters in this fic are pretty short...just to give you fair warning...
~ Kyra