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[#012] You're Faking a Smile with the Coffee to Go (Leverage)
Theme Prompt: #012 – Bad Day
Title: You’re Faking a Smile with the Coffee to Go
Fandom: Leverage
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 553
Summary: Eliot is having a day.
Eliot is having a day.
Normally, he knows he has a pretty strong handle on his anger, making sure that it’s all released in the proper place, at the proper time, and on people who deserve it, not the members of his team. But this particular job has gone so far off the rails that it’s all he can do to keep everything tied together.
It isn’t necessarily dangerous things that have gone wrong either, like a member of the team getting hurt on the job, or their cover getting blown. It’s little things – little things that seem to be doing their best to rub Eliot the wrong way personally. Little things that tend to only trigger that caged in anger, like a bad itch that desperately needs to be scratched, and he has no opportunity to do so.
He hasn’t even gotten to punch anyone thus far.
It’s for that reason that Hardison happens to be giving him a wide berth and he knows it. The two of them are stuck in the van together and the other man has been unusually quiet, only really speaking when he needs Eliot to do something like hit a button or bring up a video or open a bottle of orange soda while he hacks through this latest firewall, and Eliot is happy to do it until he doesn’t realize that the bottle just have been shaken a little, somewhere along the way, and a torrent of orange soda sprays up into his face and all over his clothes.
“Damnit, Hardison!”
It’s hard to really make out what it is that he’s ranting about as he just goes to town on whatever happens to be nearby, but it’s enough that it makes Hardison push himself to the far end of the van and not interfere, eyes wide and worried. He doesn’t even mind that the now half empty bottle of soda gets tossed behind his head, spilling it across the back door and leaving a sticky residue that he’s going to have to clean later behind.
“Eliot? You okay, man?”
Eliot turns on him with a glare, fingers closing around the component that took hours for Hardison to put together. “Do I look okay to you? Do I look like someone who’s just fine?” His hand rises even higher and Hardison’s eyes turn to the size of saucers.
“No, dude, wait, don’t –”
Before he could finish the sentence, Eliot’s hand comes down hard, slamming the component to the counter top. Hardison’s face falls as he watches it shatter under the force of it, before burying his face in his hands with a groan.
“What?” Eliot growls, and Hardison looks up, resting his chin in his hand.
“I needed that.” He waves a hand dryly. “But it’s only going to take me hours to replicate, no big deal.” Hardison seems like he’s slightly proud of himself for only making that a little sarcastic, but Eliot deflates all the same.
Eliot glances down at the damage done, before huffing and moving towards the side door of the van. “I’m talking a walk.”
“Yeah, you do that.”
When he’s done, he will likely be cooled down enough for an apology, but in the end, it’s probably for the best if he takes his anger elsewhere, at least for a little while.
Title: You’re Faking a Smile with the Coffee to Go
Fandom: Leverage
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 553
Summary: Eliot is having a day.
Eliot is having a day.
Normally, he knows he has a pretty strong handle on his anger, making sure that it’s all released in the proper place, at the proper time, and on people who deserve it, not the members of his team. But this particular job has gone so far off the rails that it’s all he can do to keep everything tied together.
It isn’t necessarily dangerous things that have gone wrong either, like a member of the team getting hurt on the job, or their cover getting blown. It’s little things – little things that seem to be doing their best to rub Eliot the wrong way personally. Little things that tend to only trigger that caged in anger, like a bad itch that desperately needs to be scratched, and he has no opportunity to do so.
He hasn’t even gotten to punch anyone thus far.
It’s for that reason that Hardison happens to be giving him a wide berth and he knows it. The two of them are stuck in the van together and the other man has been unusually quiet, only really speaking when he needs Eliot to do something like hit a button or bring up a video or open a bottle of orange soda while he hacks through this latest firewall, and Eliot is happy to do it until he doesn’t realize that the bottle just have been shaken a little, somewhere along the way, and a torrent of orange soda sprays up into his face and all over his clothes.
“Damnit, Hardison!”
It’s hard to really make out what it is that he’s ranting about as he just goes to town on whatever happens to be nearby, but it’s enough that it makes Hardison push himself to the far end of the van and not interfere, eyes wide and worried. He doesn’t even mind that the now half empty bottle of soda gets tossed behind his head, spilling it across the back door and leaving a sticky residue that he’s going to have to clean later behind.
“Eliot? You okay, man?”
Eliot turns on him with a glare, fingers closing around the component that took hours for Hardison to put together. “Do I look okay to you? Do I look like someone who’s just fine?” His hand rises even higher and Hardison’s eyes turn to the size of saucers.
“No, dude, wait, don’t –”
Before he could finish the sentence, Eliot’s hand comes down hard, slamming the component to the counter top. Hardison’s face falls as he watches it shatter under the force of it, before burying his face in his hands with a groan.
“What?” Eliot growls, and Hardison looks up, resting his chin in his hand.
“I needed that.” He waves a hand dryly. “But it’s only going to take me hours to replicate, no big deal.” Hardison seems like he’s slightly proud of himself for only making that a little sarcastic, but Eliot deflates all the same.
Eliot glances down at the damage done, before huffing and moving towards the side door of the van. “I’m talking a walk.”
“Yeah, you do that.”
When he’s done, he will likely be cooled down enough for an apology, but in the end, it’s probably for the best if he takes his anger elsewhere, at least for a little while.
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It's always the straw that breaks the camels back.
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