Author's Note: A fun request from Anonymously-Insane, which was "In most of the drabbles, Eliot has been the one helping/comforting Parker. What happens when it's Parker's turn to be the shoulder to cry on?" I hope you like it! Enjoy!
There's something wrong.
Parker may not be the one most experience with feelings, but even an idiot could figure out that something is wrong. The air in Eliot's apartment was weighing down on the young thief's shoulders. As she gently climbs into the kitchen through an open window, she notices that it's insanely quiet and dark in the apartment.
She knows that something is definitely off.
Her mind instantly shifts into thief mode as she scans the apartment for any signs of foul play. Her feet silently hit the floor of the apartment like a cat. She looks around the kitchen and then sees the flickering of a TV in the other room. Parker decides to investigate.
"Oh, honey, Eliot!" Parker sees a woman on the TV pointing to a young boy riding a bike. The woman is smiling proudly and the child—Eliot?—is grinning at the camera. "That's my boy! My little Eliot!"
Parker is pretty sure that this is Eliot's mother on the TV and she wonders why Eliot is watching it and where he is. She hears the footsteps too late and she is about to flip the person that's holding her shoulder when she realizes that it's Eliot.
"Parker?" His voice is raw and emotionless. It's scaring her. He looks at her, waiting for to explain why she's there, but she doesn't say anything. Surprisingly, Eliot sits on the couch and watches the videos with devastation in his eyes.
"Jim, look at him go!" The child pedals faster and the woman smiles and cheers. Parker sits down next to him.
"Eliot—?" She wants to ask him what's wrong and why he's feeling like this, but she's scared. He's always been the strong one on the team, their protector. He comforted them when they were down and Parker isn't sure if she can be comforting like him.
But she can try.
"She's dead." He says tiredly. She's about to ask who when he points to the woman on the screen.
"Your mom?" The thief asks. He nods and Parker bites her lower lip. She's not comforting, it's not in her DNA, but he needs her. He needs her to be his shoulder to cry on. So, the least she could do is try to pay back all the times he's helped her. She wraps her arms around him and then whispers, "Cry."
He does. Parker holds him in her arms and promises to help him through this. No matter how long or how hard it will be, she'll be there.
That's a promise.
As she looks at the TV, she thinks that she can see the woman actually in front of her. She has a heavenly glow around her and when she smiles at Parker, the room seems to light up. She mouths the words "thank you" and then fades away.
Parker holds Eliot closer to her.
Author's Note: Review/Request please!