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phantismaFandom: Leverage (Vamp!Nate verse)
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Thirteen (Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Eliot
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 505
Summary: Eliot finds himself stranded.
A/Ns & Summary: Thirteenth chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
angst_bingo card, found here. For the prompt "stranded".
Eliot cursed as he climbed out of the truck. After Hardison had stormed off, he'd headed out of town to let the animal out to run. He was irritated with how terrible his plan had played out, angry at himself for letting Hardison walk away.
When the truck sputtered and died, it only intensified his frustration.
He pulled the hood up and leaned in, eyes scanning the engine in the dark. Even with his heightened senses, it was too dark to really see anything.
"Son of a bitch."
He dropped the hood and the entire truck rocked. He frowned and made his way back to the cab, which was now filled with smoke, wrenching the door open to see.
The steering wheel was bent, the column melted. Even if he could get the damn thing started, it wouldn't be drivable.
"Fuck."
He was stranded.
In the middle of nowhere.
Nate was never going to let him live this down. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Nate's number, frowning when it dumped directly to voicemail. "Nate, my truck just…self destructed. I'm on route two. I'm going to start walking. Call me."
He growled under his breath. Nate was supposed to be with Ryna, so maybe he didn't hear his phone. Except Nate had hearing that was exceptional. Nate heard phones ringing three blocks away.
Eliot grabbed the bag he'd started carrying with a change of clothes and a bottle of water and threw it over his shoulder. It was going to be a long walk if someone didn't come along to pick him up.
He could call someone else. He stared at his phone as he walked. Parker was out of town, he wasn't entirely sure where or why. None of them had asked. Sophie was, well, Sophie…and while Nate had made it clear that there wasn't anything between them, Eliot still had a hard time turning to her at times.
Still growling as he stalked down the lonely stretch of back road, he dialed her number. He was dumped to voicemail, just like when he dialed Nate’s number.
“Great.”
Something was wrong, he could feel it. One of them should answer. He huffed and dialed Hardison, not expecting an answer there either.
“Where are you?” Hardison’s voice was tense, tight, with a note of fear in it.
“Walking.” Eliot growled. “Come get me.”
“Can’t. Listen, we got trouble. 2285 West Industrial.”
“Hardison, I’m not even in the city.”
“Get here. They got Nate and Ryna.”
“Who?” The line went dead and Eliot stopped, staring at the phone. He was never going to get back to them in time if he had to walk the whole way.
He pulled off his boots and shoved them in the bag, letting the shift bubble up and through him. The cat could move faster, hunt better. The night air felt different as he took his animal form, less restrictive and Eliot grabbed the bag in his teeth, taking off across the rough and wild terrain.
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Thirteen (Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Eliot
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 505
Summary: Eliot finds himself stranded.
A/Ns & Summary: Thirteenth chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my
angst_bingo card, found here. For the prompt "stranded".Eliot cursed as he climbed out of the truck. After Hardison had stormed off, he'd headed out of town to let the animal out to run. He was irritated with how terrible his plan had played out, angry at himself for letting Hardison walk away.
When the truck sputtered and died, it only intensified his frustration.
He pulled the hood up and leaned in, eyes scanning the engine in the dark. Even with his heightened senses, it was too dark to really see anything.
"Son of a bitch."
He dropped the hood and the entire truck rocked. He frowned and made his way back to the cab, which was now filled with smoke, wrenching the door open to see.
The steering wheel was bent, the column melted. Even if he could get the damn thing started, it wouldn't be drivable.
"Fuck."
He was stranded.
In the middle of nowhere.
Nate was never going to let him live this down. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Nate's number, frowning when it dumped directly to voicemail. "Nate, my truck just…self destructed. I'm on route two. I'm going to start walking. Call me."
He growled under his breath. Nate was supposed to be with Ryna, so maybe he didn't hear his phone. Except Nate had hearing that was exceptional. Nate heard phones ringing three blocks away.
Eliot grabbed the bag he'd started carrying with a change of clothes and a bottle of water and threw it over his shoulder. It was going to be a long walk if someone didn't come along to pick him up.
He could call someone else. He stared at his phone as he walked. Parker was out of town, he wasn't entirely sure where or why. None of them had asked. Sophie was, well, Sophie…and while Nate had made it clear that there wasn't anything between them, Eliot still had a hard time turning to her at times.
Still growling as he stalked down the lonely stretch of back road, he dialed her number. He was dumped to voicemail, just like when he dialed Nate’s number.
“Great.”
Something was wrong, he could feel it. One of them should answer. He huffed and dialed Hardison, not expecting an answer there either.
“Where are you?” Hardison’s voice was tense, tight, with a note of fear in it.
“Walking.” Eliot growled. “Come get me.”
“Can’t. Listen, we got trouble. 2285 West Industrial.”
“Hardison, I’m not even in the city.”
“Get here. They got Nate and Ryna.”
“Who?” The line went dead and Eliot stopped, staring at the phone. He was never going to get back to them in time if he had to walk the whole way.
He pulled off his boots and shoved them in the bag, letting the shift bubble up and through him. The cat could move faster, hunt better. The night air felt different as he took his animal form, less restrictive and Eliot grabbed the bag in his teeth, taking off across the rough and wild terrain.
