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jendavisTitle: I Still Remember
Beta(s): amuly ♥, nevardevereaux ♥
Artists: cybel ♥, ryuutchi ♥
Characters/Pairings: Alec Hardison/Eliot Spencer
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama, Post-Series
Warnings/spoilers: None.
Word Count:
Summary: Alec's been running his own crew for five years when Eliot reappears- on the other side of a job. Remembering someone, it turns out, isn't the same as knowing someone.
Eliot stares out the window, trying to find the ground below, some sort of landmark, but they're going through a cloud bank, now; there's nothing to see. It doesn't stop him staring.
Another forty minutes and they'll be touching down. Another ten after that, and they'll be heading for the baggage claim, and he'll be seeing Nate and Sophie for the first time in five years. Meeting Mona and Frankie for the first time in his life.
It's sending another spike of nerves through him, jolting enough that he thinks for a moment that Alec might wake, but he remains plastered against Eliot's arm, pinning him against the window. Alec's headphones are still, somehow, blocking out the crying baby back in coach. He's not waking for anything. Eliot couldn't move if he wanted to.
Besides. They've gone through too many apologies and recriminations and explanations for him to back out now, and if Alec still wants to hold him here, he's done arguing about it.
Five years, he could've had this. At some point, maybe, he'll stop reminding himself of the fact.
"Hey. Alec," he tries, when the announcement comes that they're preparing to land, but a rough "Damn it, Hardison" will probably always be more effective. Alec's not opening his eyes, yet, but he's awake, burying his face against Eliot's shoulders as he drags his earbuds out by the cord.
"We there yet?" Reluctantly forcing himself to sit up, he attempts a sidelong glance at Eliot and winces at the light streaming through the window.
"Just about."
"Don't know what you're smiling about," Alec grumbles. But the back of his hand is resting against Eliot's leg, pressing in just a bit, and he's starting to grin, like maybe he actually does.
The end.
Beta(s): amuly ♥, nevardevereaux ♥
Artists: cybel ♥, ryuutchi ♥
Characters/Pairings: Alec Hardison/Eliot Spencer
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama, Post-Series
Warnings/spoilers: None.
Word Count:
Summary: Alec's been running his own crew for five years when Eliot reappears- on the other side of a job. Remembering someone, it turns out, isn't the same as knowing someone.
Eliot stares out the window, trying to find the ground below, some sort of landmark, but they're going through a cloud bank, now; there's nothing to see. It doesn't stop him staring.
Another forty minutes and they'll be touching down. Another ten after that, and they'll be heading for the baggage claim, and he'll be seeing Nate and Sophie for the first time in five years. Meeting Mona and Frankie for the first time in his life.
It's sending another spike of nerves through him, jolting enough that he thinks for a moment that Alec might wake, but he remains plastered against Eliot's arm, pinning him against the window. Alec's headphones are still, somehow, blocking out the crying baby back in coach. He's not waking for anything. Eliot couldn't move if he wanted to.
Besides. They've gone through too many apologies and recriminations and explanations for him to back out now, and if Alec still wants to hold him here, he's done arguing about it.
Five years, he could've had this. At some point, maybe, he'll stop reminding himself of the fact.
"Hey. Alec," he tries, when the announcement comes that they're preparing to land, but a rough "Damn it, Hardison" will probably always be more effective. Alec's not opening his eyes, yet, but he's awake, burying his face against Eliot's shoulders as he drags his earbuds out by the cord.
"We there yet?" Reluctantly forcing himself to sit up, he attempts a sidelong glance at Eliot and winces at the light streaming through the window.
"Just about."
"Don't know what you're smiling about," Alec grumbles. But the back of his hand is resting against Eliot's leg, pressing in just a bit, and he's starting to grin, like maybe he actually does.
The end.