Author's Note: A cool request from Shezzi which was, "A bad thing, please. I know that in the show at least half the time her reactions are over the top, but I'd really like it not to be Parker just being crazy." I hope you like this! Enjoy!
A dark gloom has settled over the Leverage Office.
Eliot can sense this as he walks through the door of what he now refers to his as his home. It is then, right as he is closing the door, that he sees her. Parker is slumped over on the couch and her eyes are glazed over. The TV's lights flicker in her eyes and Eliot is quickly by her side.
"Parker?" He asks.
He gets no response.
"Parker," His voice is louder and he pulls the thief to a sitting position. "Parker, can you hear me?" He grips her shoulders and shakes her gently. His skin brushes with hers and Eliot recoils from how hot it is. Cursing, he scoops her up in his arms and moves her to the bedroom in the back. He can't take her to a hospital—they were spotted by police at their last con and need to lay low. So, he settles with getting some ice and placing it on her scorching forehead.
"Cold," She mumbles and finally blinks and dispels the disturbing cloudy look in her eyes. "What happened?" Her voice is quiet and it unnerves Eliot who is so used to rambunctious Parker.
"Dunno," He admits, placing a wet towel on her arms. "I found you slumped over on the couch. Do you remember anything?"
"I got scared," She admits and then shuts her eyes again. Eliot knows what she means. She and he had shared many a sleepless night here together. For her, nightmares of her childhood haunted her while for him, it was about the blood that had been so needlessly shed. Fear plagued them both and they had bonded over it.
He wasn't sure what was wrong with her, but he was damn sure going to find out. As he gently stroked some hair out of her eyes, he swore that he would help her. Because sure, Parker was known for her over the top reactions, but what a lot of people didn't know was that she often had a good reason for those reactions.
"Run," She whispered, instinctively reaching out for help. He offered his hand she clutched it.
"It's gonna be ok," He assured. "I promise."
"Promise," She muttered.
He smiled.
Author's Note: Mrs. Gabbler part 4 is the next chapter! Request/review please!