Title: Thinking of You
Fandom: Leverage: Redemption
Rating: PG
Length: 510 words
Content notes: Eliot/Parker/Hardison
Author notes: Fluff with a splash of angst. Channeling my own feelings while watching Redemption...just a bit. If the title sounds familiar, yes it's from Christian's song. Also, this is my first finished Leverage fic!
Summary: On a night made for the blues, they find comfort.



The only illumination in the room was the flickering images from the screen on the wall. Outside, the rain battered the roof and ran down the windowpanes like tears from heaven.

Some nights were made for the blues.

Eliot padded over to the couch silently in bare feet. Although he didn’t make a sound as he moved across the room, he knew Parker was aware of his presence, even though her eyes never left the screen. He could take the easy road and say her cat burglar senses were as sharp as ever, or he could acknowledge how they were totally in tune with each other. Did it matter much, either way?

He put the blanket he’d brought with him on the back of the sofa, focusing on the movie that seemed to be so riveting. They’d seen it before; it wasn’t that interesting the first time around, as he recalled.

Eliot sat beside her, unbothered by her continued lack of acknowledgment. This was Parker, and it was only this side of terrifying to realize he could read her like a book.

Eventually, Eliot nudged her shoulder. “Okay?”

“Sure,” Parker told him, still not taking her eyes off the movie.

“Right,” he muttered skeptically. They sat in mutual silence until he spoke again. “You miss him.”

It was a question that didn’t need an answer, but she gave a slight nod.

“I miss him too,” Eliot admitted in a rough voice.

“Yeah.”

He reached behind him to snag the blanket. It was one of those weighted things that were all the rage; something about it was supposed to be comforting. He draped it around Parker’s shoulders.

Finally, her attention shifted. “Where’d this come from?” she asked, happily pulling it further around her. “It’s fuzzy!”

“Hardison sent it.”

“Yeah?”

Eliot was pleased to hear her sounding almost back to her usual, perky, quirky self. Almost was good enough.

Parker held it open, and he moved closer, letting her wrap them both up in the warm material.

“Want some popcorn?” he asked, even though he wasn’t inclined to move.

“In a minute,” she answered, sounding as reluctant as him to break the spell that had chased away most of the rain.

“This is a crappy movie,” he opined.

“We watched it… the first time….”

Oh.

He remembered Alec sitting between them, gushing with his typical geeky enthusiasm about the flick while the two of them made faces at each other where he couldn’t see. Then he’d settled in to watch, arms going around each of them. They’d both froze for just a minute, sensing something different this time. And then, just as suddenly, it was all right. It was better than that.

“We never did see the ending of this, did we?” Eliot asked.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky this time,” Parker told him, leaning into his side.

“We got lucky a long time ago,” he told her.

“Yeah. We did.”

They snuggled down more comfortably into each other and the fuzzy blanket. It wasn’t Hardison’s arms, but it would do for now.


The end
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