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So this day was all kinds of fired. First, Hardison had met some crazy, murder hobo version of his boyfriend in the park and had gotten to have not-so happy funtimes with the wrong end baseball bat. And then on his way home, he'd kept seeing things out of the corner of his eye, but when he'd turned to see what was out there, there was absolutely nothing.

Was that a sign of a concussion? He was pretty sure that was a sign of a concussion. Or maybe some kind of brain swelling thing. Or was brain swelling what a concussion was? He couldn't remember off the top of his head and that was probably a bad sign, too. And staring at a computer screen would just make his headache worse and he was already squinting out of his left eye, as bruised and blackened as that one was and rather than look up Web MD and discover that he had some form of cancer, he was going to rest right here on Eliot's couch and steal Eliot's last sandwich and use Eliot's good William's Sonoma handtowel to wrap around the ice he was holding against his bruised face.

Hardison...might have been a tad grumpy at Eliot, yes, even though it wasn't, technically speaking, his fault a crazy version of him had kicked Hardison's ass earlier. Not that being grumpy kept Hardison out of Eliot's house and waiting for either of his partners to come home so he could demand cuddles and sympathy.

Man, he wished he had some kind of neat superpower so he could see when the island was going to go crazy and ruin his whole goddamn day.

[For the crew, please!]

Date: 2016-12-07 11:38 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
Eliot came in from what had turned out to be a rather extended walk for Val as he'd gone over every inch of the island for signs of whatever it was Kathy couldn't properly remember anymore.

He'd seen a lot of flickers of creepy evil. Not a lot of clues, though.

Val went barrelling gleefully up to Hardison, enormously glad to be home, then paused and whimpered when she got close. He still had some murder hobo smell on him. She climbed up on the couch next to him and nosed at his shoulder, looking pathetic.

"Val, down," Eliot said, though they both could tell he didn't really mean it. "Man, you would not believe who I ran into in town today."

Date: 2016-12-08 12:18 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
Val was more than happy to oblige! She snuffled her nose into Hardison's neck then leaned up to try to lick his chin. She was helping!

"Jesus --" Eliot was over next to Hardison in an instant, crouching down to get a good look at that shiner. "Who the fuck did this to you?!"

Eliot was going to have to go murder him a murder hobo, wasn't he.

Date: 2016-12-08 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
"Weirdness everywhere," Parker said, coming in from the cold, taking off her scarf. "Too many people. Weird light. And-- Hardison?" Parker stopped to stare at Hardison. "What happened?"

Date: 2016-12-08 01:02 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
Eliot stared at the accusing finger in confusion for a moment, then cursed softly. "You met the other Eliot."

Kathy was apparently understating the whole "not all there" part, huh.

Date: 2016-12-08 01:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
"Wait what WHAT?" Pardon Parker for getting whiplash here, she was working with limited information. "Other? As in more than one? Do you have a murder twin, Eliot?" She leaned over to not-gently pat Hardison's head. She was still working on the comfort thing. "How many of me are there? Wait, that's not supposed to be a trick question."

Date: 2016-12-08 01:49 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
"I didn't know he had a bat!" That was helpful. "I ran into Kathy in town. That's what I was gonna tell you. She ain't our Kathy, she's from some hell dimension where apparently we're all mindless monsters or something."

Still hadn't processed that accurately, nope.

Date: 2016-12-08 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
"So you do have a murder twin," Parker realized. "And -- wait, Kathy?! She's alive?!" Eeeeee! Emotional whiplash, Parker was having it. She handed Hardison a pillow, because that was way softer than hands, right?

Date: 2016-12-08 02:02 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
Eliot dug his hands into his hair and sighed. "I don't know. Maybe. Apparently whatever this is fucks with your memories. Kathy wasn't real clear on Raven's name."

Date: 2016-12-08 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
Parker made a wounded sound at that statement, and let herself be pulled into Hardison's side as a teddy-bear. "We've got to help her. And the murder hobo. Although helping him might mean shooting him with tranquilizers, it sounds like. And that just seems so wrong, because I'd think he'd kill everyone else first before he killed us." It was just very not-Eliot in so many ways. "Did he have a Val-puppy with him?"

Date: 2016-12-08 02:27 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
"Kathy couldn't remember her name, either." Eliot didn't want to think too closely about what might or might not have happened to that Eliot's Val. "Why did he attack you?"

Date: 2016-12-08 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
Oh jeez. That was like one of those seriously demented horror movie plots that Parker would NOPE out of if it got too fraught. She squeezed Hardison again, with pillows in both arms to keep from bruising him anywhere, and then made grabby-hands at Eliot to join their shuddering comfort-hug-huddle. "Nobody's killing anybody! Not now, anyway. Unless it's a monkey-statue and a curse, then we're killing it extra-hard." Eliot, please to be joining them for reassurance and stuff.

Date: 2016-12-08 02:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
Eliot was starting to pace, only to get yanked back when Parker's fingers found his sleeve.

Right. Comforting. He lifted Val out of the way and sat down on the couch against Hardison's side. Val leaped immediately into his lap and curled up with her head pressed to Hardison's stomach.

"Kathy said you two were -- gone. I didn't -- it didn't make any sense."

They couldn't die before Eliot did. It wasn't allowed.

Date: 2016-12-08 03:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
"Or something." Parker was not in favor of this. Other-Parkers should stay in their worlds! Not show up to traumatize her boys! She was running her fingers through Eliot's hair now, shivering even as she leaned in to Hardison. "Poor Murder Hobo Eliot." She inhaled, then exhaled. "We'll handle it. And, and, help Kathy too."

Date: 2016-12-08 03:27 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
"Honestly, I ain't half tempted to just say screw it and hole us all up in the safe room in the basement." Eliot hmmmed and leaned into Parker's fingers, then picked up Hardison's ice pack. "Is this one of my good towels?"

Also, had he mentioned working on a safe room in the basement?

Date: 2016-12-08 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
"Feed her! And make sure she's safe! And figure out how to get her memory back, if we can." And cuddle her and hug her and CALL HER GEORGE, if Parker had any say about it. "...how deep is the safe room?" And how long could they stay there after they got everyone they liked in it?

Date: 2016-12-08 03:45 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
"She broke both her legs," Eliot said quietly. "She puts on a brave face, but she can barely walk. She needs surgery, but I gather the clinic ain't even open where she's from. Not like she can pop over to Johns Hopkins."

The safe room wasn't even done yet. He was wishing he hadn't brought it up.

Date: 2016-12-08 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
"Definitely." And so did Murder Hobo Eliot. She couldn't believe other-her hadn't taken better care of him. She really had to be brain-dead. Gyah. "So yeah. We'll help. And... I don't know, did she say if it was a disease? Or magic?" She sighed. "Research tomorrow, hunh."

Date: 2016-12-08 04:06 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
Eliot shook his head. "She said she couldn't remember. That's apparently a big part of it. You forget and forget until you've forgotten everything and you just go . . . feral."

He didn't get the magic powers part. He barely got the lack of memories part.

"Apparently her version of me's lost almost everything, and is only holding on to try to make sure you two don't -- I dunno. Kill too many people."

He could almost grasp that part. Except for how they both went before he did.

Not. Allowed.

Date: 2016-12-08 04:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
Maybe that's why OtherEliot was still-alive, and not-a-zombie? Parker was in good shape, and didn't get sick much, but Eliot was always the fastest to heal. "So maybe it was a disease. Maybe we should wear masks around people. Or lay in the hand sanitizer." She was quiet, drumming her fingers on Hardison's arm, fingers slowing in Eliot's hair. Various plans tried to percolate their way to the front of her brain, but she decided Now Was Not The Time. "Tomorrow. We're not going anywhere else tonight. 'Cause of concussions and trauma and suck."

Date: 2016-12-08 04:28 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
"Right." Eliot sighed again and straightened. He elbowed Hardison gently in the ribs. "Sit up, man. I gotta check your pupils."

Date: 2016-12-08 04:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
Parker moved to kind of support Hardison, so he could lean into her if he had to, and said, "We'll get you more orange soda in a minute. And stay here tonight, I think?" She checked with Eliot. "Yes, right?"

Date: 2016-12-08 04:44 am (UTC)
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"You kidding? There's a monster Pinkie Pie out there in the fog somewhere. You two ain't goin' anywhere tonight."

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