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This story is No. 5 in the series "The McDonald Boys". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Christmas fic! Eliot asks Lindsey to make it snow for Parker at the end of “The Ho Ho Ho Job.” Part of my “McDonald Boys” verse (pre-“Sky’s Gonna Open”), but it’s not really necessary to read the other stories to get this one.

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Television > LeveragepoestheblackcatFR1321,461051,18930 Apr 1230 Apr 12Yes

But It Makes Her Smile

Summary: Christmas fic! Eliot asks Lindsey to make it snow for Parker at the end of “The Ho Ho Ho Job.” Part of my “McDonald Boys” verse (pre-“Sky’s Gonna Open”), but it’s not really necessary to read the other stories to get this one. Not a pairing fic even though the title sounds like it.

Disclaimer: Angel and Leverage do not belong to me, etc. Title from Christian Kane’s “All I Did Was Love Her.”
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But It Makes Her Smile

He ducks the snowball Parker lobs at his head with his customary scowl and pulls out his phone. He keeps an eye out for further icy missiles while he’s dialing.

When his call is picked up, he immediately says, “Hey. Thanks, man.”

“Yeah, no problem, you big softie,” his brother chuckles, “A white Christmas in one three-block chunk of Boston. What’ll it be next? A shower of chocolate eggs from the Easter Bunny? If ya wanna favor from him, ya gotta start linin’ up now.”

“Shut up,” Eliot growls, and ducks another snowball. He glares at Hardison, the thrower of that particular icy projectile. “Hold on a second.”

He picks up a handful of snow and packs it into a snowball. It’s a very good, very expertly made snowball - round, hard, and just the right size. There are three ways you can kill a man with a snowball. However, that’s not his aim today.

“Uh-oh,” Hardison says, just a moment before the snowball hits him in the face. “Ow! What the hell didja put in that snowball, man? A rock? That ain’t fair. That hurt.” He rubs at his sore forehead.

“It’s called a snowball, Hardison. As in snow and ball,” Eliot snaps, and turns back to his phone conversation. “Sorry ‘bout that. Hardison threw a snowball at me, ungrateful bastard. Stop laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing,” Lindsey snickers, “Nope, not at all. Santa.”

Eliot doesn’t have the chance to cuss at his brother because he has to dodge another snowball, this time from Sophie’s direction. “Would y’all quit it? I’m on the phone here!” he shouts, as he ducks around a dumpster to get away from Nate’s snowball.

Parker pops up right next to him. “But that’s the only time you’re distracted enough to hit!” she says and slips a lump of snow into his pocket.

He flinches at the sudden icy wetness and scrambles to get the snow out. She grins at him and scampers off. “Parker!”

Lindsey isn’t even pretending not to laugh now.

“I’ll call you later,” Eliot growls into the phone and hangs up. Then he turns around slowly, eying the location of each team member.

“Uh-oh,” Hardison says again. Looking around, he realizes that he’s the only one who hasn’t ducked for cover. “Where’d y’all go? Hey! You cowards! Eliot, we- we brothers, man. That just ain’t fair. You got an unfair advantage over me ‘cuz o’- Owwww! Oh, now you on, boy.”

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