AN: This is what happens when Poesie reads deaged!Eliot fanfic whilst searching for more Angel/Leverage
crossovers to read at 3 a.m. Surprisingly (for me), it’s not crack, but there are definitely some funny moments ahead. Also, note that I am apparently certifiably insane, but that has never stopped you guys from reading and liking my work (not sure what it says about you), so I hope that it won’t now.
This story takes place in the series that I am now dubbing “The McDonald Boys verse” which begins (so far) with “Drunk Dialing, the McDonald Way,” and continues with the one-shots from “Three Times Eliot Showed up at Lindsey’s Place Uninvited and Three Times Lindsey Showed up at Eliot’s.” This particular story is next, but all three may be read as standalones. Time-wise, it’s post-Angel
and Season 4(-ish, maybe post-) of Leverage.
By the way, for those interested in knowing, the idea for this came first, then “Drunk Dialing,” and then the six related one-shots in “Three Times.” Things mentioned in one story may be elaborated on in others, etc. Also, this story is 100% written, so no leaving off in the middle of it for other shinier story ideas.
Summary: This is a story in which Eliot gets de-aged by a witch and kicks Nate in the nads, his twin Lindsey turns up to get him out of trouble but laughs himself sick first, Hardison geeks out about werewolves, Sophie is terrible with children, and Parker is Dorothy. Also, Eliot throws a tantrum or two and Batman is more awesome than Spongebob. Deaged Eliot, Angel/Leverage
Title from Christian Kane’s song, “LA Song,” alternately called “Pretty as a Picture,” which he sang in an episode of Angel.
Disclaimer: I hereby disclaim all credit for all recognizable characters/situations/ideas/etc mentioned in my fanfictional stories. Fandoms: Leverage
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .The Sky’s Gonna Open
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Prologue
They’re not quite sure how it all happened. They know that there was chanting involved, black candles, weird, smoky smells, not a small amount of blood, and dead and missing people, but that’s all. That, and black magic.
But that stuff’s not real…
One minute, they’re yelling at Eliot over the coms, and the next, they have a hitter who looks like he should be in kindergarten.
That shit ain’t normal, any which way you look at it.
(The slightly hysterical thought that they should at least be thankful that he’s not in diapers does cross more than one member of the team’s minds, though, if only for the reason that Nate’s the only one who knows how to change a diaper or knows anything at all about babies and potty training. Eliot insists that he’s not really a little kid, goddammit! But he does have a knee that needs band-aiding, thank you very much. And shut up, Hardison.)
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AN: This is much shorter than the rest of the chapters will be, but prologues are often very, very short, right? Are you hooked, at least?