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Eliot Spencer [Leverage] (thatswhatido) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-07-29 22:13:00

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eliot spencer, jo harvelle-wuornos

Who: Eliot Spencer and Jo Harvelle
What: Setting Eliot's hand
Where: Eliot's room
When: Today, after Eliot revisited the Library
Warnings: Probably no more than language.

Newly arrived to this crazy place, Eliot wasn't sure what to do with himself. He did not appreciate being kidnapped, and he definitely did not appreciate not knowing who was responsible for it. He still thought the soldiers at the library were a tad over done, and the stoic nature of the bastards was one reason he thought it was all a dream. He expected to wake up in his own bed, back in Boston, but that just wasn't happening.

It was restlessness that drove Eliot from the city. He wandered on foot, taking in as much of the surrounding area as he could, until eventually he found himself back at the library where it all began. He'd thought he was more prepared this time, but in the end he'd gotten tossed out into the street again, and this time he was pretty sure his hand was broken.

It was his own fault, he knew how hard the soldier's metal was. But he could just...let them drag him outside. Bastards didn't even say a word, and that pissed Eliot off as much as anything. So he'd hit. And he'd hurt, and he'd limped back to his room feeling no better for the adventure.

He didn't know why he'd bothered to post on the message board. Message boards weren't his thing. People weren't his thing, really. But he'd posted, and Jo had replied and offered to set his hand. He could have done it himself, but he figured Jo could do it better, because she'd have an outside angle. He'd have to use one hand to set the other and it would be a tad difficult. But, he'd done it before, and under less stable conditions.

Jo's last message said she was outside, so he went to open the door. He held his injured hand out, a bag of ice sitting on his knuckles. He stepped back and used his other hand to hold the bag in place. He was pretty sure Jo knew how to close the door behind herself when she came in.

"Appreciate you coming by. You want something to drink?" He started toward the kitchen. He had a beer out, for himself.

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harvelle
2010-07-30 04:35 am UTC (link)

"Not a problem." She stepped inside when he backed up, and nudged the door shut behind her. She headed for the couch as she nodded. "Sure, a beer sounds good." Noting the fact that he was holding ice on his hand, her walk shifted and she followed him into the kitchen. "Why don't I get it out?" Shooting him a slightly amused grin because, mostly, he should have known better then to try and beat up those soldiers. She wasn't going to tell him that she'd gotten her own fair share of bruises from her attempt, back after her arrival.

Jo reached out and pulled open the fridge, pulling out a bottle of beer for herself. She twisted the cap off and set it on the counter, then started to move back towards the living room and the couch as she took a sip. She sat so she faced him, then nodded for him to sit as well.

"Been a little while since I've set bones, but first we should make sure it is broken."

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thatswhatido
2010-07-30 05:25 am UTC (link)

Eliot sat down and gently eased the ice off his hand. he didn't wince, but he did suck in his breath. His knuckles were swollen three times the normal size. Two of his fingers bent in the wrong direction, and his thumb looked to be completely dislocated. He nodded, and lifted his gaze to Jo.

"It's broken," he said matter of factly. "It's not the first time, either." He'd broken just about every breakable bone in his body at least once, some more than that. "I'm just glad I didn't throw out my shoulder. It was a near thing." He rolled his shoulders, wincing then, because the one did sort of ache where he'd taken a hit.

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harvelle
2010-07-30 07:18 am UTC (link)

Jo hissed in sympathy as he lifted the ice, then nodded her agreement. "Yeah, I can tell from here." She reached out and took his wrist with her left hand, her right sliding under his hand, palm-side up, as she drew it closer. Looking up to his eyes, she gave a faint smile. "You do realize this is going to hurt a lot, right?"

Before he had a chance to answer, her left hand slid gently to the fingers that were bent the wrong way. Her right hand tightened, suddenly, and her left jerked his fingers sharply, then the thumb, to get it all back in the right position.

Once she had set it correctly, she held his hand gently to try and help ease the pain a little, looking back up to him again. "Sorry about that."

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thatswhatido
2010-07-30 07:23 am UTC (link)

He encouraged her to just do it. It needed to be done. He really should have taken care of it already.

He grimaced and grunted while Jo put his fingers back into the sockets. Once it was done, he needed a moment to clear the fog that had wrapped around his brain. He shook his head, then offered something that fell between a grimace and a smile.

"Hurts a hell of a lot worse to do it myself." He put the ice back down on his knuckles, hissing as it shifted into place. "Especially since I was handcuffed to another guy at the time."

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	harvelle 2010-07-30 03:10 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah, that would be painful." She let go of his hand when he put the ice on it again, then picked up her beer and took a sip. "How many times have you broken it, anyway?" She sat back against the cushions and studied him, one eyebrow arching slightly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thatswhatido
2010-07-30 03:45 pm UTC (link)

"This is the third time. First time I was ten, so maybe that doesn't count." Eliot shrugged. "Second time I was..." he shrugged. "On a mission." A secret government mission. He'd known going in, he wasn't supposed to come back. Parts of him almost hadn't come back, but he'd managed to crawl out anyway.

"Broke the other one a time or two, too," he held up his left hand. His ring finger hadn't been set right the last time, and bent out just a little. "And my nose. I've lost count how many times my nose has been broken." But he figured he'd broken three or five other people's noses for every time his had been busted, so it all worked out.

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harvelle
2010-08-03 08:46 pm UTC (link)

"I broke my arm once. But that's it for broken bones." She didn't comment on the 'mission' comment, though she did think it was kinda strange. "You seem to do that a lot. Break bones." She grinned a little, taking another sip of her beer. "Must do a lot more fighting than I figured before." Sure he was a big, muscular guy (who was hot too, but she wasn't going to think about that), but that didn't mean that he had to be a fighter.

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thatswhatido
2010-08-03 11:49 pm UTC (link)

"It's what I do," Eliot replied with a shrug. "I had to fight to survive my childhood, went in to the service soon as I could. Been fighting all my life." Another shrug. Fighting was a way of life for him, but it wasn't all he did. He knew how to relax and have fun too. He went clubs, he went fishing. He drag raced, he rode a motorcycle in the country. It wasnt' all about fighting.

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	harvelle 2010-08-03 11:57 pm UTC (link)
	She gave a small nod. "I can understand that. Training as a kid, growing up fighting. I did the same...on a smaller scale, anyway." She'd been pulled into a war by virtue of what she did with her life, and it turned out that she had ended up dying for that war - and for a man who had moved on. Both versions of him. "What do you do for fun?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thatswhatido
2010-08-04 02:54 am UTC (link)

Eliot shrugged. "I beat people up. See, for me, that's fun. When they deserve it." He didn't beat up just anyone, and he didn't want her thinking as much. "Back home, I work with a team, I guess you'd call it. We con people who have taken advantage of someone else. It's kind of like acting, some days. We do what we have to do, to get the dirt, and bring the bastards down. Not only fun, rewarding." So what if they had close calls, they always managed to scrape through, and win out in the end, and the win wasn't just for them. Being able to give back to their clients, that was what it was all about.

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	harvelle 2010-08-05 05:10 am UTC (link)
	Jo nodded slowly, taking another sip of her beer. "Guess that's not a bad hobby, as hobbies go. At least you're helping people." So maybe there was a sweet guy under all that. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thatswhatido 2010-08-06 12:32 am UTC (link)
	"We help a lot of people," Eliot nodded. He flexed his hand, fingers twitching. He glanced at his hand, but made no comment about it. (Reply to this) (Parent)