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[#099] 'Cause the Fun is Getting There (Leverage)
Theme Prompt: #099 – Roughing It
Title: ‘Cause the Fun is Getting There
Fandom: Leverage
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 725
Summary: Eliot and Hardison get ready to spend a weekend camping in the woods.
Fresh mountain air breezes through the windows as Eliot drives through the trees, heading up to his favorite camping spot. It had taken so much arm twisting to get Hardison to agree to the full roughing it experience (mostly challenging his pride), that he hopes the weather doesn’t intend to rain on their parade. It’s the first weekend they’ve had to themselves in a while, where there’s no con to plan and no bad guy to conquer, so he’s taking Hardison out for some one-on-one time.
“I don’t think I have ever heard anything this quiet in my life,” Hardison says as the ambient noise of the cards from the highway falls away and they’re left with little more than the wind through the trees.
“You should get out of the city more,” Eliot comments in return as they round the corner to their reserved campground. Hardison’s eyes scan the open area in front of them and frown.
“So that’s a no on the cabin then?”
“I told you we were roughing it.” Eliot slides out of the driver’s seat to get ready to unpack. “Real camping. Tent camping. Making a fire and cooking your own food.”
“We’re not also hunting that food, are we?”
“No.” Eliot pulls out the cooler to indicate that they will very much be eating food that is already dead. “Unless we actually catch fish, that’s decent for eating.”
Hardison gives him a skeptical look. “Sure. You can eat that. I’ll be over here with the actual food.” Eliot reaches for one bag to drag it out, getting ready to throw it onto the pile with the rest, and Hardison dashes over to stop him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s not just fling things around willy-nilly. You might break something.”
Eliot raises an eyebrow at him in return. “What do you have that’s breakable? We’re supposed to be roughing it, Hardison.”
“This is the electronics bag.”
“No, you absolutely do not need that.” Eliot huffs. “What the hell do you have an electronics bag out here for? There’s no electricity.”
“Exactly. That’s why I have plenty of power banks to charge our phones in case they run out of battery. And a hot spot so we can track the weather or in case Parker needs to call.”
“Parker can handle giving us a break for a weekend, Hardison. She’s not even going to be home. She’s having a girl’s weekend with Sophie and Tara.”
“Still, maybe there’s an emergency. You know what happened the last time they had a girl’s night.”
“They will be fine. Or maybe it’s just that you’re addicted to those damn things.”
“Addicted?” An offended hand crosses over his chest. “How dare you. This is my thing. This is my job. You don’t see me accusing you of being addicted to punching people.”
Eliot rolls his eyes. “You think you’re not addicted? Fine. Let’s see you shut that phone off and ignore it for the rest of the weekend.”
Hardison hesitates. When the options are doing what he wants and putting his money where his mouth is, he errs on the side of trying to prove Eliot wrong. But whether he’ll take bait this big is another thing entirely. Eliot can see the moment where the switch flips, and Hardison commits.
“Fine.” Hardison makes a show of turning off his phone and holds out his hand. “Give me the keys.”
“What?”
“The keys, Eliot, give them to me.”
There’s a moment of fear, almost as though he expects Hardison to just take the truck and drive back down the mountain so that he can live where the internet is, but he tosses them to the other man anyway, watching what he does. Hardison catches them, before leaning in the passenger side, opening the glove compartment to toss his phone inside and locking it. As he hands the keys back, Hardison grins, proud of himself.
“There. Now you can’t accuse me of cheating.”
Eliot raises an eyebrow, impressed. As he takes the keys back he nods, before clapping a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Relax, man. Before you know it, it’ll be Monday and you’ll be heading back. This’ll be fun.”
Hardison’s face looks seriously skeptical, but Eliot knows this’ll be fun. He just needs some time to get used to the idea.
For better or for worse.
Title: ‘Cause the Fun is Getting There
Fandom: Leverage
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 725
Summary: Eliot and Hardison get ready to spend a weekend camping in the woods.
Fresh mountain air breezes through the windows as Eliot drives through the trees, heading up to his favorite camping spot. It had taken so much arm twisting to get Hardison to agree to the full roughing it experience (mostly challenging his pride), that he hopes the weather doesn’t intend to rain on their parade. It’s the first weekend they’ve had to themselves in a while, where there’s no con to plan and no bad guy to conquer, so he’s taking Hardison out for some one-on-one time.
“I don’t think I have ever heard anything this quiet in my life,” Hardison says as the ambient noise of the cards from the highway falls away and they’re left with little more than the wind through the trees.
“You should get out of the city more,” Eliot comments in return as they round the corner to their reserved campground. Hardison’s eyes scan the open area in front of them and frown.
“So that’s a no on the cabin then?”
“I told you we were roughing it.” Eliot slides out of the driver’s seat to get ready to unpack. “Real camping. Tent camping. Making a fire and cooking your own food.”
“We’re not also hunting that food, are we?”
“No.” Eliot pulls out the cooler to indicate that they will very much be eating food that is already dead. “Unless we actually catch fish, that’s decent for eating.”
Hardison gives him a skeptical look. “Sure. You can eat that. I’ll be over here with the actual food.” Eliot reaches for one bag to drag it out, getting ready to throw it onto the pile with the rest, and Hardison dashes over to stop him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s not just fling things around willy-nilly. You might break something.”
Eliot raises an eyebrow at him in return. “What do you have that’s breakable? We’re supposed to be roughing it, Hardison.”
“This is the electronics bag.”
“No, you absolutely do not need that.” Eliot huffs. “What the hell do you have an electronics bag out here for? There’s no electricity.”
“Exactly. That’s why I have plenty of power banks to charge our phones in case they run out of battery. And a hot spot so we can track the weather or in case Parker needs to call.”
“Parker can handle giving us a break for a weekend, Hardison. She’s not even going to be home. She’s having a girl’s weekend with Sophie and Tara.”
“Still, maybe there’s an emergency. You know what happened the last time they had a girl’s night.”
“They will be fine. Or maybe it’s just that you’re addicted to those damn things.”
“Addicted?” An offended hand crosses over his chest. “How dare you. This is my thing. This is my job. You don’t see me accusing you of being addicted to punching people.”
Eliot rolls his eyes. “You think you’re not addicted? Fine. Let’s see you shut that phone off and ignore it for the rest of the weekend.”
Hardison hesitates. When the options are doing what he wants and putting his money where his mouth is, he errs on the side of trying to prove Eliot wrong. But whether he’ll take bait this big is another thing entirely. Eliot can see the moment where the switch flips, and Hardison commits.
“Fine.” Hardison makes a show of turning off his phone and holds out his hand. “Give me the keys.”
“What?”
“The keys, Eliot, give them to me.”
There’s a moment of fear, almost as though he expects Hardison to just take the truck and drive back down the mountain so that he can live where the internet is, but he tosses them to the other man anyway, watching what he does. Hardison catches them, before leaning in the passenger side, opening the glove compartment to toss his phone inside and locking it. As he hands the keys back, Hardison grins, proud of himself.
“There. Now you can’t accuse me of cheating.”
Eliot raises an eyebrow, impressed. As he takes the keys back he nods, before clapping a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Relax, man. Before you know it, it’ll be Monday and you’ll be heading back. This’ll be fun.”
Hardison’s face looks seriously skeptical, but Eliot knows this’ll be fun. He just needs some time to get used to the idea.
For better or for worse.
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