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blue_bells» Title: Last Breath
» Fandom: Leverage, Terminator
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Team Leverage
» Summary: Wherein the team discovers that one of them is a terminator sent from the future to protect them.
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It was not a good day.
Eliot’s head was throbbing, his eyes wouldn’t focus, but he could concentrate enough without heaving his stomach to see that Nate had been knocked unconscious, sprawled on the airport hangar beside him.
Eliot’s knee was busted, one of his shoulders was dislocated and the other had been broken below the elbow. His vision was swimming with a rainbow of agony, but he’d had worse. He thought there was only one reason he couldn’t get off the floor this time, because his heart was hammering for the people around him and he couldn’t catch his breath.
Sophie was crouched over Nate, glaring steel at the Russian who aimed a shotgun at her head. A long gash at her brow dripped blood all over her favourite shawl.
It took all of Eliot’s remaining strength to keep Parker behind him as she leaned against his better shoulder, trembling. He knew she wanted to go to Sophie, but that would only put her in the firing line.
At least Hardison had been in the van. At least one of them might get out alive, but it was small consolation.
The Russian cocked his shotgun, Sophie flinched and Parker’s hands flew to her mouth, muffling a cry.
Eliot grit his teeth, growling and the Russian raised an eyebrow at him, lips pursed.
“I’m not heartless. You can say your goodbyes, if you keep it to ten seconds,” the man said.
Sophie’s eyes were watering as she met Eliot’s eye.
“Eliot….” Sophie murmured and when she looked to Parker, Eliot felt the sob at his back.
“Hey!”
Eliot’s stomach dropped at the familiar silhouette he could barely make out in the hangar’s doorway.
“Hardison, get out of here!” He shouted, but then the Russian whirled and Eliot’s eyes went wide. “No!”
The shotgun fired, Hardison’s head snapped back and Parker screamed as he fell backwards to the ground.
The Russian turned back to them, scowling and cocked the rifle again.
“Your ten seconds is up,” He announced and this time aimed at Eliot.
He could hear Sophie crying and Parker’s fingers curled painfully into his shoulder.
The Russian’s finger moved on the trigger, Eliot glowered up at him, committing that this man would remember his face.
A dark, long-fingered hand clamped down on the man’s shoulder.
“I said hey,” Hardison growled and hurled the man across the hangar.
The concussion must have really kicked in, Eliot had to be hallucinating.
Hardison stalked after the man as he hit the wall behind the aeroplane with a sickening thud. Eliot heard his stunned groan and Hardison disappeared behind the plane, moving with a stiff determination and control that Eliot had never seen in him before.
It was as though someone had flipped the switch on their hacker… but Eliot was sure he’d seen Hardison get shot.
There was an aborted scream, a familiar crunching snap and then Hardison was crouching down in front of them.
“I’m sorry,” He said softly, looking between them all, “I ran as fast as I could. Are y’all all right?”
A stunned silence followed and Eliot was pretty sure they were all thinking the same thing.
That they were all staring at the gaping hole at Hardison’s right temple where the flesh had been blown away, hanging in macabre strips of skin off the metal skeleton underneath. Metal. Hardison’s right eye was gone, but underneath a black lens with a red pupil glowed.
“… Hardison?” Parker whispered.
Hardison’s raised both hands in placation. “I swear I’ll explain everything when we get back to base, but – please? Can you let me get y’all back to base?”
Parker sobbed in relief and lunged, throwing her arms around his neck. Hardison clutched her tightly with one arm, face twisted in grief and Eliot knew it really was him. Somehow he’d been a machine all this time and… well, all the tech skills, all the proficience… it almost made sense.
Hardison looked at Sophie and reached for Eliot with his free hand.
“Let’s blow this popsicle stand."
» Fandom: Leverage, Terminator
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Team Leverage
» Summary: Wherein the team discovers that one of them is a terminator sent from the future to protect them.
» A/N: Originally written here for
daria234 in comment_fic.It was not a good day.
Eliot’s head was throbbing, his eyes wouldn’t focus, but he could concentrate enough without heaving his stomach to see that Nate had been knocked unconscious, sprawled on the airport hangar beside him.
Eliot’s knee was busted, one of his shoulders was dislocated and the other had been broken below the elbow. His vision was swimming with a rainbow of agony, but he’d had worse. He thought there was only one reason he couldn’t get off the floor this time, because his heart was hammering for the people around him and he couldn’t catch his breath.
Sophie was crouched over Nate, glaring steel at the Russian who aimed a shotgun at her head. A long gash at her brow dripped blood all over her favourite shawl.
It took all of Eliot’s remaining strength to keep Parker behind him as she leaned against his better shoulder, trembling. He knew she wanted to go to Sophie, but that would only put her in the firing line.
At least Hardison had been in the van. At least one of them might get out alive, but it was small consolation.
The Russian cocked his shotgun, Sophie flinched and Parker’s hands flew to her mouth, muffling a cry.
Eliot grit his teeth, growling and the Russian raised an eyebrow at him, lips pursed.
“I’m not heartless. You can say your goodbyes, if you keep it to ten seconds,” the man said.
Sophie’s eyes were watering as she met Eliot’s eye.
“Eliot….” Sophie murmured and when she looked to Parker, Eliot felt the sob at his back.
“Hey!”
Eliot’s stomach dropped at the familiar silhouette he could barely make out in the hangar’s doorway.
“Hardison, get out of here!” He shouted, but then the Russian whirled and Eliot’s eyes went wide. “No!”
The shotgun fired, Hardison’s head snapped back and Parker screamed as he fell backwards to the ground.
The Russian turned back to them, scowling and cocked the rifle again.
“Your ten seconds is up,” He announced and this time aimed at Eliot.
He could hear Sophie crying and Parker’s fingers curled painfully into his shoulder.
The Russian’s finger moved on the trigger, Eliot glowered up at him, committing that this man would remember his face.
A dark, long-fingered hand clamped down on the man’s shoulder.
“I said hey,” Hardison growled and hurled the man across the hangar.
The concussion must have really kicked in, Eliot had to be hallucinating.
Hardison stalked after the man as he hit the wall behind the aeroplane with a sickening thud. Eliot heard his stunned groan and Hardison disappeared behind the plane, moving with a stiff determination and control that Eliot had never seen in him before.
It was as though someone had flipped the switch on their hacker… but Eliot was sure he’d seen Hardison get shot.
There was an aborted scream, a familiar crunching snap and then Hardison was crouching down in front of them.
“I’m sorry,” He said softly, looking between them all, “I ran as fast as I could. Are y’all all right?”
A stunned silence followed and Eliot was pretty sure they were all thinking the same thing.
That they were all staring at the gaping hole at Hardison’s right temple where the flesh had been blown away, hanging in macabre strips of skin off the metal skeleton underneath. Metal. Hardison’s right eye was gone, but underneath a black lens with a red pupil glowed.
“… Hardison?” Parker whispered.
Hardison’s raised both hands in placation. “I swear I’ll explain everything when we get back to base, but – please? Can you let me get y’all back to base?”
Parker sobbed in relief and lunged, throwing her arms around his neck. Hardison clutched her tightly with one arm, face twisted in grief and Eliot knew it really was him. Somehow he’d been a machine all this time and… well, all the tech skills, all the proficience… it almost made sense.
Hardison looked at Sophie and reached for Eliot with his free hand.
“Let’s blow this popsicle stand."
