Lyn Thorne-Alder (aldersprig) wrote,
Lyn Thorne-Alder

The Collar Job, Part V (Tír na Cali/Leverage fanfiction)

Part I (and on LJ)

Part II (and on LJ)

Part III (and on LJ)

Part IV (and on LJ)

This is ... what happens when you let me watch an entire season of Leverage in a week and a half. *cough* Tír na Cali/Leverage fanfiction crossover.

It's written in an experimental style for me, and, well, it's fanfic, so pls. be kind.

Fade in from commercial; the back of a well-dressed redhead, again, and Eliot, clenching his jaw.

“Now kneel.” The woman’s voice is like knives, sharp and cold. We can see from the side of her that she's smiling, pleased with this. Eliot, on the other hand, is not.


The electric sound fills the air again. Eliot’s hands twitch and once again clench into fists.


Eliot kneels.

“Very good. I knew you could be trained.” She pats his shoulder; he says nothing. His head is down; his hair loose in his face. “I wonder if she'll cut that hair. A pity, if she does, but she likes the military sort.”

“She?” The woman's hand hovers on the remote; Eliot adds a grudging “Ma'am?”

“My darling little sister.” The words could burn. “And she's coming. Be quiet and behave yourself until she gets here.”

“Ma'am.” He nods his head again, letting his hair cover almost everything.

“Aah, Anastasia! I was beginning to think you wouldn't come!”

Another redhead enters; we've seen her before, at the very beginning clip, but looking at her next to Alessia, they're prince-and-pauper twins.

“Alessia.” Anastasia's stance is careful, legs shoulder-width apart; she's wearing loose pants and a silk tank top that gives her plenty of movement range. “How can I help you?”

“I got you a present. I saw him in the store, and I just couldn't help myself!” Lady Alessia is gushing. Her voice is sickly-sweet and her smile is painted on. “This is Eliot. Isn't he lovely?”

Eliot looks up at the sisters, his expression just short of murder.

The Office.

“So, we're down to two options.” Nate is glaring at the computer screen. “Hardison found both cars-”

Parts of both cars. Let me tell you, Eliot's going to be pissed.”

“If you want to vanish, you break all your connections, everything that ever tied you to your persona. The car would be a big part of that.”

“He wouldn't.” Sophie's hands are tight on the table. “Would he?”

“That's option number one. Option number two-”

“No. Nuh-unh. No way.” Parker is shaking her head, no, no, no. “Sophie...”

“Let him talk, Parker.”

“I don't like it either, Parker, but we have to accept the possibility that he's been taken by the Californians.”

“Then he's dead.” Hardison's voice is flat. “There's no way Eliot would stand for that. He'd make them kill him.”

“There is a good possibility that he's dead, yes. Hardison, can you hack the Californian databases?”

Tír na Cali

“Now, you two have fun.” Lady Alessia makes shooing gestures. “Go on, Anastasia, enjoy him.”

The pauper twin looks between the two of them, Lady and angry slave a couple times, then seems to come to a decision. She nods at Eliot. “Stand up and come with me.”

Cut to commercial.

Part IV -

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