Who: Alec Hardison When: May 20, 2010 Where: Lawrence, Kansas: Cornfield What: Alec is on his way to a job in France, when he ends up in Kansas instead. Rating: PG-13
Six month. Six months without any contact and Hardison was ready to say screw it and track people down. He knew he could find Sophie and Eliot, to commiserate about how Nate broke them and turned them into good guys. They knew how he felt, how lost he felt without a job to do, without Nate to lead them. He had been perfectly happy stealing from the rich to finance his Star Wars fantasies, until now. But he knew he wouldn't, that he couldn't. Because the only person he really wanted to see...the only one he needed to see was off grid.
Parker. He had no idea how she had wormed herself into his heart, but now he couldn't stop thinking about her or wondering what she was doing right then. He felt comfort in know what the other three were doing. They, he could find. But Parker had disappeared, as if she didn't exist and that frustrated him to no end.
"Get a grip, boy," he muttered to himself as he flew over the Atlantic on his way to France. "She's just another girl." But that was a lie and he was always bad at lying, especially to himself. "Focus on the job, focus on the job...Excuse me, do you have any Orange Crush?" He asked a passing flight attendant as she walked by.
She smiled at him, showing off a beautiful smile. "Certainly. I'll bring you a glass immediately. Would you like anything else?" Her smiled touched on the right side of flirty and Hardison couldn't help returning it.
"That you can, baby..." he said, before he abruptly dropped his flirty tone and asked, "Do you know who I have to talk to, to be moved to a seat with a power outlet? My laptop is about to die and I have a lot of work to do," he said, gesturing to the laptop in front of him with a frown.
The stewardess' smile died completely, before she gave him a tight smile and nodded. "I'll get someone for you." She promptly turned and walked off, before she could say something else.
Hardison nodded and turned back to his laptop with a little murmur of thanks, no longer paying attention to her. Then he whipped his head around and called out, "Oh and can I have the whole bottle of soda to-"
The plane seemed to shake for a moment, causing Hardison to reflexively close his eyes. When he reopened them, he was almost certain that he had fell asleep in front of his computer screen again and he was just having a nightmare. His laptop was still in front of him, as was his complimentary bag of peanuts, but the rest of the plane seemed to have melted away.
Standing up from his cross-legged position on the ground, he turned in a full circle before he threw his hands up in the air. "What the fuck?" He was in a cornfield as far as the eye could see. And he had no idea how he got there.