Neal George Caffrey (changed_man) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-05-31 06:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | cathy mcdonald (née hyatt), lindsey mcdonald, nathan ford |
Who: Nathan Ford, Cathy Hyatt, and Open to anyone…
What:J Houston, we have a problem… Nathan is Blind
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: somewhere in the city
Warnings: none
Rating: low ish, pg13 for inevitable swearing
Status: in progress...
Nathan didn’t understand it. It was just him and Eliot now. And he hadn’t seen Eliot in a while. Well, he hadn’t been actively seeking him out either. Thankfully, Hardison had set them up just before he poofed back towards wherever he’d come from in the timeline. He had enough money that he could get the office set up and keep himself stocked via the liquor store. But that money was rapidly fading and he’d need work. Fast. There was only one problem. It was just him and Eliot. No job could be done with just two people. It was too risky.
No, they were going to have to hire help. And with Parker, Hardison, and Sophie anywhere but here, he would have to hire new people. He couldn’t get Eliot to wrap his head around the idea of hiring Lindsey. He couldn’t really blame him either. He wouldn’t want someone who could have been his twin on the job. As much fun and easy as it might have made a job, it could also provide headaches. And it was just creepy.
Nathan sighed as he crossed the street, the brown paper bag in his hands. He didn’t want to hire new people. He didn’t want to hire people he didn’t know and, more importantly, didn’t think he could trust. But he really wanted to work too. He crossed the street, about to reach into his pocket and phone Eliot when something happened.
He walked into a light pole. Looking up at the Don’t Walk sign, he slowly watched the color, and everything with it, fade into blackness. The worst part? He dropped and broke his bottle of alcohol.
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself. “This must be those Powers that Be he was talking about. Is this cause I’m not working yet?” He looked up at the sky, now just a slim blackness to him. “I’m working on it,” he yelled, causing him to gain a few looks from passers by. That’s okay, they just thought he was some crazy drunk. They weren’t really far off. “How the fuck can I work if I can’t see!”