Alec Hardison, if pressed, would probably suggest that he subscribes to a post-modern definition of identity.

Alec Hardison, if pressed, would probably suggest that he subscribes to a post-modern definition of identity.

So Alec had randomly mentioned that he was actually just gonna stay home on Thanksgiving and yes, as Eliot so awesomely put it, "play stupid video games."

waking up to ash and dust: Eliot doesn't like hospitals. There are a few reasons for that. like you know i am better than the worst thing i ever did: “I’m goin’ to die for them,” he says to Sophie, before he ever says it to Nate, and it is not a simple statement of fact but a barebones confession, the helpless bleeding of a wound that he was too smart to not know had been made but he’d been putting pressure of for years, hoping that with spit and a prayer that he could make it heal, but he never could, isn’t sure that the stitches that could close that wound have even been invented. “Yes,” she says, “And how long have you known that?”

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“Make me a sandwich,” Parker says, so he does. “Cut the damn wire,” says Hardison, so he does. “Jump,” says Parker, says Hardison, and he never needs to ask, “How high?”

Parker doesn't understand why it has to be more complicated than: "I want to be with you, I just don't want to sleep with you." It's everyone else who has the problem. (Parker as a biromantic asexual.)

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. (An Alec Hardison character study.)

In which Cordelia is rescued by team Leverage instead of team Angel.

Five times Parker, Hardison, and Eliot lived out romcom tropes for a con, and one time they found themselves in one for real.

A collection of some of waterbird13's Leverage ficlets.

Eliot watches, fascinated, as Hardison brings the joint to his lips and inhales, making the lit end burn bright and cherry-red for several long seconds.

She leans over the railing, her fingers snug around the metal out of experience, not of fear. She leans over further, feeling the wind scrape against her bare face. Her hair is safely tucked away, and she leans over a little more, looking at the sprawling world below. She always has loved skyscrapers. It’s not even the thrill - it’s the freedom.

A year later, Sophie and Nate finally remember to get married. Looks like Eliot beat them to the punch.