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peppymint1986

Title: the Faked Death Job
Author: BGeek
Fandom: Angel/Leverage
Genre: Crossover
Summary: Another story where Eliot and Lindsey and brothers. Eliot fakes his death for a job with unintended consequences. No ships.

Preview:

Eliot groaned and closed his eyes, trying to sink into the couch, when his face appeared on the screen.

Well, not his face.

Lindsey's face.

But really, same difference.

"Is that… lawyer Eliot?" Parker sat up straighter.

"It's Lindsey McDonald." Hardison pointed at the caption in the lower corner.

"You have an evil twin?" Parker arched an eyebrow at him.

"I'm a hitter, and he's the evil twin?"

"He's a lawyer."

True enough.

Eliot groaned again. "My brother thinks I'm dead." He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to imagine explaining this to Aunt Mae.

"He not only thinks you're dead, but he's pissed about it." Hardison pulled up a news story which listed Lindsey's accomplishments and whistled quietly. "Nate's so screwed."

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peppymint1986

Title: The Vanished Voyeur Job
Author: SANTAR, OF THE HILL PEOPLE
Written for:

fractured_sun
Crossover: Highlander, Leverage
Characters: Methos, Duncan, Amanda, Eliot, Hardison, Parker, Joe, Nate, assorted bit players.
Rating: PG
Summary: Someone has kidnapped the wrong people. Someone else (several of them) is not happy about it.

Preview:

“No. No. NO. I won’t calm down. You vanish, and then Eliot and Parker disappear into the last rundown dump of an Irish bar in Seacouver...it’s like From Dusk ‘Til Dawn with shamrocks. I have a guy who calls himself Pale Rider tapping on my window with a broadsword, and you want me to calm down?”

“If you wanted a broadsword, you should have said so,” Adam obliged. The poniard disappeared, and the long, grey, unforgiving length of a hand and a half blade took it’s place.

Hardison sat as still as petrified wood, the phone glued to his ear, his eyes glued to the sword. Then slowly, and very carefully, he rolled down the window, inch by inch. Just as slowly, he unstuck the phone, and extended it out to the end of his reach.

“It’s for you.”

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