Angst Bingo - Injury
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theroadhouseTitle: Changing Course
Author:telaryn
Word Count: 685
Fandom: Leverage/BTVS
Characters: Faith/Eliot, Nate
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: After Faith is injured on patrol, Eliot ruminates on the evolving nature of their relationship.
Author's Note: Written forangst_bingo's Round 3, for the prompt "injury".
Eliot wasn’t sure what to think about the fact that the hospital knew exactly how to tweak their standard drug cocktails so that they would work on Faith. “If these notes are accurate,” the nurse’s assistant assigned to them said, “they really don’t want to waste time reinventing the wheel.” She showed him Faith’s information in the hospital’s database, confirming that the doctors, nurses and orderlies had been paying attention on their previous visits.
It wasn’t as comforting as it should have been – especially when he saw a few of mentions of Faith’s rapid healing ability. That’s something we definitely don’t need people looking into. I wonder how the Watchers deal with it? Faith had never said, and it was one of those subjects Nate couldn’t really be rational about. The problem was that it was fast becoming information they needed – Faith was getting injured a lot.
He took her hand in his, remembering how she’d fought the idea of coming in to get checked out. ”I’ll be fine,” she’d insisted, trying to push past him towards the bedroom. ”Just let me sleep it off. Eliot chuckled softly, wondering if she’d figured out that ”I’ll be fine.” was her tell for those times she didn’t want to admit how badly hurt she was. Faith’s hatred of hospitals was on par with her father’s, and like all of them she still wasn’t comfortable with having people around that gave this much of a damn about her.
And just when the hell did that happen anyway, he thought, idly rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. She’d come into his life maintaining that he couldn’t trust her, and after almost no time at all Eliot had found himself agreeing with her. He’d always intended to keep her at arm’s length, but the more time they spent together, and the more invested he became in helping her learn how to navigate having a family, the more she’d gotten under his skin.
Now he not only didn’t want to imagine his life without her by his side, Eliot wasn’t even sure he could anymore. And wouldn’t she give you all kinds of hell about that? Faith was the sort of person that had to be coaxed into opening up about her feelings. Eliot knew it was going to be a long time – if ever – before he knew whether or not his feelings for Nate’s daughter were reciprocated.
In the short term, he was going to have to have a far less emotional, but no more difficult conversation with her about her patrolling. Eliot knew he was the only one that had tied the uptick in the number of Faith’s injuries to her getting lax about her training. The two of them worked out together almost daily, but it was rarely at the level someone who faced demons and vampires on a nightly basis needed in order to keep her in top form. Slayers aren’t made to last as long as you have, he thought.
“How is she?”
Eliot glanced up to see that Nate had come in. His friend was looking drawn, pale and terrified – hospitals were hard enough for him, but when it was his own child hooked up to monitors and IVs… We’ve got to change strategies for his sake as much as hers. “No bites,” he said, pushing to his feet and putting Faith’s hand back on her stomach before letting go. “Whatever she was hunting beat the crap out of her though – they’ve got her pretty heavily sedated.”
Nate’s smile was bitter. “I always have that twisted burst of pride when I realize she’s as bad a patient as I would be. Her doctor already told me the dosage was to keep her from fighting her way out of here.” After a moment, his attention drifted back to the girl in the bed.
“You want me to stay?” Eliot asked – his brain already working out what to do about making sure Nate was fed.
Nate reached out and gripped his shoulder. His eyes never left Faith, but his quick nod was all the affirmation Eliot needed.
Author:
telarynWord Count: 685
Fandom: Leverage/BTVS
Characters: Faith/Eliot, Nate
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: After Faith is injured on patrol, Eliot ruminates on the evolving nature of their relationship.
Author's Note: Written for
angst_bingo's Round 3, for the prompt "injury".Eliot wasn’t sure what to think about the fact that the hospital knew exactly how to tweak their standard drug cocktails so that they would work on Faith. “If these notes are accurate,” the nurse’s assistant assigned to them said, “they really don’t want to waste time reinventing the wheel.” She showed him Faith’s information in the hospital’s database, confirming that the doctors, nurses and orderlies had been paying attention on their previous visits.
It wasn’t as comforting as it should have been – especially when he saw a few of mentions of Faith’s rapid healing ability. That’s something we definitely don’t need people looking into. I wonder how the Watchers deal with it? Faith had never said, and it was one of those subjects Nate couldn’t really be rational about. The problem was that it was fast becoming information they needed – Faith was getting injured a lot.
He took her hand in his, remembering how she’d fought the idea of coming in to get checked out. ”I’ll be fine,” she’d insisted, trying to push past him towards the bedroom. ”Just let me sleep it off. Eliot chuckled softly, wondering if she’d figured out that ”I’ll be fine.” was her tell for those times she didn’t want to admit how badly hurt she was. Faith’s hatred of hospitals was on par with her father’s, and like all of them she still wasn’t comfortable with having people around that gave this much of a damn about her.
And just when the hell did that happen anyway, he thought, idly rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. She’d come into his life maintaining that he couldn’t trust her, and after almost no time at all Eliot had found himself agreeing with her. He’d always intended to keep her at arm’s length, but the more time they spent together, and the more invested he became in helping her learn how to navigate having a family, the more she’d gotten under his skin.
Now he not only didn’t want to imagine his life without her by his side, Eliot wasn’t even sure he could anymore. And wouldn’t she give you all kinds of hell about that? Faith was the sort of person that had to be coaxed into opening up about her feelings. Eliot knew it was going to be a long time – if ever – before he knew whether or not his feelings for Nate’s daughter were reciprocated.
In the short term, he was going to have to have a far less emotional, but no more difficult conversation with her about her patrolling. Eliot knew he was the only one that had tied the uptick in the number of Faith’s injuries to her getting lax about her training. The two of them worked out together almost daily, but it was rarely at the level someone who faced demons and vampires on a nightly basis needed in order to keep her in top form. Slayers aren’t made to last as long as you have, he thought.
“How is she?”
Eliot glanced up to see that Nate had come in. His friend was looking drawn, pale and terrified – hospitals were hard enough for him, but when it was his own child hooked up to monitors and IVs… We’ve got to change strategies for his sake as much as hers. “No bites,” he said, pushing to his feet and putting Faith’s hand back on her stomach before letting go. “Whatever she was hunting beat the crap out of her though – they’ve got her pretty heavily sedated.”
Nate’s smile was bitter. “I always have that twisted burst of pride when I realize she’s as bad a patient as I would be. Her doctor already told me the dosage was to keep her from fighting her way out of here.” After a moment, his attention drifted back to the girl in the bed.
“You want me to stay?” Eliot asked – his brain already working out what to do about making sure Nate was fed.
Nate reached out and gripped his shoulder. His eyes never left Faith, but his quick nod was all the affirmation Eliot needed.
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Date: 2012-08-10 01:43 pm (UTC)