The Loft above Luke's, Sunday

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Eliot had managed to get Hardison's wound stitched up without much incident -- it was pretty small, all told, only took five stitches -- and even talked him into an orange juice/soda compromise last night. Things had been going pretty much steadily downhill from there. Which considering it started at "girlfriend missing, boyfriend stabbed in the stomach by an alien" was pretty impressive.

For one thing, Eliot had completely failed to find Parker. She'd turned her phone off, which meant Hardison couldn't track her, and she had too many hidey-holes for them to keep track of. Eliot had considered trying to get Val to track her by scent, but it turned out you needed to train dogs how to do that. Val had just sniffed Parker's shirt, looked wildly around, and then started whining.

She was still whining. Only now at Hardison. Which wasn't helping the tensions continuing to rise in the apartment. Especially after Eliot heard the radio broadcast. And Hardison started outright refusing to go to the clinic and get it taken care of.

"You heard Kitty, man!" Eliot paced in front of the couch where Hardison was refusing to get up. He'd just grab the man and carry him out, but that was pretty much guaranteed to pull his stitches, and Eliot had done enough hurting of Hardison for -- forever. "That thing put something inside you, and we don't know how to get it out. The people at the clinic do!"

[ooc: for the boyfriend, and the girlfriend is welcome when her mun is back online! CONTENT NOTE: violence herein!]

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[geniuswithasmartphone]

Sigh.

He'd been hoping to avoid this, but if Eliot was going to be stubborn about this--

"No," he said, drawing the gun he'd pulled out from the safe the night before and pointing it at Eliot. "We ain't."

Hardison had less than no idea how to hold a gun. But the Hivemind? Oh, the Hivemind had plenty of training.

"An' before you say anythin'," Hardison said softly, "I know the safety's off."

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Eliot looked from the gun to Hardison and narrowed his eyes. "Where the hell did you get that?"

Hivemind seemed to have missed the limited range of efficacy with guns, though. Eliot was much too close to worry too much about this one. He snapped up his forearm, redirecting the barrel clear past his shoulder before Hardison -- or the thing running him -- could pull the trigger. He could have made Hardison drop it, but that ran the risk of hurting the other man too much. He'd have to play this extremely carefully.

"Shouldn't play with dangerous things."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hey, he'd only been threatening Eliot--for now. He still had the potential to be a useful host later. Though he would have to kill him if he persisted with the 'going to the clinic' idea.

"This? I've had this for awhile, all locked away where you an' Parker didn't know about it," Hardison said. "In a little safe in a box labeled 'Computer Parts' where neither of you'd think to look." Way to just tell all of Hardison's secrets there, embryo, good job. "So before you start thinkin' that I'm an alien, why don't you take another look at that gun an' ask yourself just how well you really do know me?"

And then he tried to slam the barrel into the side of Eliot's head.

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Eliot was too rattled by that last bit to properly dodge the pistol whipping. The barrel caught him across the temple, splitting the skin and staggering him.

When the hell did Hardison get so strong?

One of the things that made Eliot the best, though, was his ability to take punishment and keep getting up for more. He straightened, blood pouring down the side of his face, and glared.

"You do not want to make me angry."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

When he'd gotten infected by an alien embryo and learned how to properly use all of his strength, most likely.

"Or what?" Hardison taunted, swinging the gun again. "Or you'll hurt me? Punch me? Kick me? Take me down with extreme prejudice?"

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Eliot blocked the second swing, but didn't follow up with a strike of his own. Hardison's arms were already going to be bruised just from his blocks, and he didn't like to think what all this activity was doing to those stitches. "You think I can't?"

'Can't' wasn't the word, of course. 'Won't.'

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Nah," Hardison said, bringing his knee up towards Eliot's guts. "Know you can. Think you won't."

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Eliot grunted, absorbing the hit, then backed up. He'd never been one for chatting while fighting. "Yeah, well. Fightin' the injured ain't my niche."

Maybe he could goad Hardison into following him to the clinic?

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Fortunately," Hardison said, slamming the pistol back into Eliot's temple, "it's always been mine."

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Eliot's instinct should have been to block that. But blocking again might break Hardison's wrist. He couldn't bring himself to do that anymore than he could hit back. He tried to roll with the hit, but he was still underestimating Hardison's strength. Still expecting him not to land his hits with his full force.

Expecting some part of Hardison to hold back.

The gun struck dead center where it had before, smashing open even more of the skin and cracking the bone. Eliot's vision went a blinding green-red-black and he staggered into a rack of computer equipment, bringing the delicate tech down with him.

He tried to get back up, but couldn't get his feet coordinated fast enough. His vision refused to clear. He made one more attempt to get through to the man who should still be lurking somewhere underneath the alien.

"D-dam't. Hard'son."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"You get your wish, Eliot," Hardison said, swinging the gun back up one last time. "You get to go to the clinic. I'm just not going with. Nighty-night."

And then the gun came down again. And Hardison didn't hold back at all.

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And Eliot couldn't even see it coming to dodge. Though considering his last conscious thought was I deserve this, he might not have tried very hard.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison looked down at Eliot's unconscious body, then stepped over it to grab an Orange Squeeze soda. "Be back for you later, babe, don't you worry about that," he said.

And then turned and walked out. He had siblings to find.