serious-face

vdistinctive


What, was "Rudy" on cable last night?

. . . Yes.


pensive-face
Eliot Spencer vdistinctive
Previous Entry Share Next Entry
75 Godiva Street, Thursday afternoon
It'd taken a few days of gathering supplies and drawing up more plans, but Eliot finally managed to get his house properly secured. He finished screwing in the last bolt on the heavy steel bar that now extended across the center of his front door and stepped back to admire his handy-work. You couldn't hack -- or pick -- a ten pound steel bar.

And yeah, okay, he knew it was kind of overkill. He got that. But the pounding headache that kicked up every time he thought about that, about the fact that he was literally locking out two of the people he cared about most, kept him from thinking about it too hard. He had to lock them out, had to lock the whole world out, to keep them from taking the necklace from him. If he had to he'd put in a goddamn portcullis and moat to keep the thing safe.

Val trotted up next to him and pawed at the door, letting out a little whine. She looked up at Eliot and pressed her body against his leg, then pawed at the door again. Time to go out!

Eliot looked down at her, then back up at the door. The door he'd just finished heavily locking and bolting in such a way that it would take several minutes to get open again.

". . . Dammit."

This was exactly why people didn't have portcullises and moats anymore, wasn't it.

[ooc: pretty sure by now he's alienated anyone who would want to come talk to him, but can be open if I happen to be wrong.]

Alienated? Hell yes. But the thing was...ohana meant family. And family meant that no one was left behind or forgotten.

Even when they were being giant dicks about things.

Which was why Hardison was banging on Eliot's front door. "Yo! Eliot! Open up, man! It's windy out here and there's a squirrel lookin' at me! It's unnatural!"

Hardison was just lucky Eliot already had a good chunk of the locks opened back up. Or maybe Eliot was. It certainly helped add drama to him yanking the door open to glare at Hardison.

"What?"

Well, hello to you, too, Sunshine.

"Well, I can see this is just gonna be a charmin' display of hospitality," Hardison drawled. "Nah, nah, don't invite me in or anything. I was hopin to have this talk standing on your stoop. Glad you figured that all out."

Eliot scanned the yard behind Hardison. "Parker here?"

Parker could steal the necklace right off Eliot's neck if he wasn't careful. Hardison sucked at lifts. He could risk letting Hardison in -- all he'd find out was that they shouldn't bother trying to bust in while Eliot was asleep.

Right. Because Hardison and Parker both wanted some mangy dog claw and a set of copper-bottomed pans. Your house was a veritable treasure trove, Eliot, for sure.

"Naw. I thought this might be a good conversation for us to have together, first," Hardison said, watching Eliot scan his yard like he was looking for enemy snipers. "But, hey, if you're busy--" being ridiculous levels of paranoid even for Eliot "--we could come back together?"

It was a wolf claw. And it made sense when your mind had been slowly warped further and further over the last couple of weeks. It was clearly the most important wolf claw in the world.

"Nah," Eliot said, still scanning the lawn. He stepped back from the doorway, nudging Val back with his heel to keep her from running outside without supervision. "Come on in. I just need to let Val out the back so she can do her business."

The back door, which also currently took at least a few minutes to get open.

Hardison stepped through the doorway and into the set of some kind of horror movie. At least one for geeks.

"Is--is that recording to video tape? asked, looking up at Eliot's walls. "The Hell, man. Did you decide to set up a menagerie in your basement or something?"

Why else would he need bars and poles and--

"Man, tell me that ain't a bear trap!"

Eliot looked over at said bear trap. "Don't touch that."

Because Hardison needed to be told not to touch the bear trap.

"Val," Eliot called, starting towards the living room and the back door. Val looked from Hardison to Eliot, tail wagging a little hesitantly, then bounced up to lick Hardison's hand before hurrying after.

"All right, I'mma bite," Hardison said, carefully following after Eliot, because he was starting to get legitimately concerned that he'd fall into a pit trap and die if he stepped wrong. "What is going on with you, man? I'd been comin' over to apologize, but this is makin' me think there's something else goin' on here."

Eliot looked back over his shoulder at him as he started unlocking the back door. "I don't know what you're talking about." Metal shutters, locking bar, deadbolt, open the sliding glass.

Val danced around his feet impatiently, shooting looks at Hardison all the while, as though pleading with him to fix her person already, dammit.

He was trying, little Megabyte! He was trying! But being in here was making him start to wonder if maybe Parker's evil-alien-cyborg-clone theory might not have been as out there as he'd originally thought.

"Sure. Yeah a'ight, this is all very normal." If Eliot wanted to play that way, fine. "Look, I just wanted to say that whatever happened--whatever me'n Parker did, we're sorry, man. I mean--nah, not even 'whatever.' We both know what this is really about."

Eliot frowned as he finally got the back door open, gesturing with his head for Val to go out. She looked between the two men again and then bolted out into the fenced in yard. Eliot slid the door slowly closed behind her, leaving it cracked open so Val didn't think she was being locked out completely.

She was the only thing left in his life he didn't see as a threat. He was damn well going to take care of her.

He turned back towards Hardison slowly, resisting the urge to grab onto the claw.

"There's nothin' to apologize for." They hadn't stolen the necklace yet, after all. He'd actually kind of forgotten about the Black Book. There wasn't enough room left in his head for it.

Edited at 2015-03-19 11:21 pm (UTC)

"Really?" Hardison deadpanned. "Then why you lockin' us out, Eliot?" He gestured at all the security equipment. "This is all stuff that I can't hack and Parker can't pick. We ain't seen you in days and when we do, we just fight all the time. That ain't...that ain't how it's supposed to be between us."

There was that headache building again. "I didn't ask you guys to move out here," Eliot said. It was better to just push them away. He didn't need people.

He kinda needed an aspirin, though.

"What? You sayin' it was better before we came here?" Hardison asked. Huh. He always thought that when Eliot punched him in the gut the first time, it'd be physical. "Your life was better before we showed up?"

(no subject) - vdistinctive, 2015-03-20 12:45 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - age_of_the_geek, 2015-03-20 01:04 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - vdistinctive, 2015-03-20 01:12 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - age_of_the_geek, 2015-03-20 02:08 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - vdistinctive, 2015-03-20 02:10 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - age_of_the_geek, 2015-03-20 02:49 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - vdistinctive, 2015-03-20 02:57 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - age_of_the_geek, 2015-03-20 04:54 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - vdistinctive, 2015-03-20 04:55 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - age_of_the_geek, 2015-03-20 05:14 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - vdistinctive, 2015-03-20 05:20 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - age_of_the_geek, 2015-03-20 05:28 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - vdistinctive, 2015-03-20 05:41 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - age_of_the_geek, 2015-03-20 11:40 pm (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - vdistinctive, 2015-03-20 11:59 pm (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - age_of_the_geek, 2015-03-21 12:38 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - vdistinctive, 2015-03-21 12:53 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - age_of_the_geek, 2015-03-21 01:15 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - vdistinctive, 2015-03-21 01:39 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - age_of_the_geek, 2015-03-21 02:00 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - vdistinctive, 2015-03-21 02:09 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - age_of_the_geek, 2015-03-21 02:16 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - vdistinctive, 2015-03-21 02:29 am (UTC)(Expand)
?

Log in

No account? Create an account