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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Too too much later...

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The Brood inside Parker was confused. Or the Parker inside the Brood was confused. One of them, or both of them, were having an off day.

They/she/it knew they weren't okay, but weren't too worried about it. Mostly they wanted to figure out how the invasion and infestation were going. They weren't really clear on what they'd do then.

But she also wanted to know how her boys were, and if they were already infected. So, heading home and sneaking in it was.

"Hardison?" A pause. "Eliot?"

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A pause, then a scrape of plastic across the floor when Eliot twitched under the pile of busted electronics. He wasn't quite conscious enough yet to do more than that, just yet.

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Sneaking over to the sound, BroodParker looked down, and ParkerBrood frowned. Then lifted up the electronics to reveal Eliot.

A flicker of-- something, burned inside Parker. She reached out and patted his face. "Eliot?"

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Eliot flinched violently. The entire side of his face was slowly turning blue-black underneath the blood from his temple, and the last thing he remembered was being hit by something heavy and -- trusted?

What was. . . ?

"P'rker?" He squinted, but his eyes wouldn't focus. There were at least three blonde blurs hovering over him.

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Some of those blurs may have had scales along her neck, and the underside of her arms. Parker settled into a tailor position next to Eliot, studying him. "That looks painful." She paused and tilted her head, the Brood coming forward. "Somebody hurt you?"

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Yeah, Eliot couldn't make out that much detail yet. He had one hell of a concussion. "Were lookin' for you," he mumbled, trying to get his hands under himself so he could get upright.

Oh. No. That hurt a lot. Was Parker going to mind if he threw up now?

"Hard'son," he tried. "Hard'son, w'foun' Parker."

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"Is Hardison on comms?" The Brood asked. Then Parker said, "I found you first. I don't like that you're hurt." She reached out a steadying hand to him. How could they make him Brood if he was this hurt?!

The Brood inside her tried to inform her that being Brood would fix that right up for him. Parker retaliated by telling it its priorities needed examining. Or she thought she did; the mental conversation was confusing.

Parker took her hand back and then said, "Things are weird."

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Yeah, Eliot wasn't much in a position to help with that. They were all lucky he had some practice trying to be functional with a severe concussion. "He was here," he said, managing with some effort not to slur his words. "He was -- we gotta get 'im to th'clinic." Word clarity went right back out the window when the room started spinning. "W'gotta --" He froze, eyes going wide as he remembered the other thing he'd been worried about. "Y'were stung too."

This was just perfect. He definitely wasn't in any kind of shape to beat Parker up.

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"Yup. I'm an alien now. Or something." Parker watched him with detachment that was giving way to overwhelming worry. "We're here to take over and be dicks."

The Brood agreed with that so said nothing inside her head.

"You look like a doctor would be good too." A pause. "Except a big part of me thinks killing you would be nicer for everyone, including you."

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Eliot had finally managed to make it to being upright. He eyed Parker suspiciously.

"Y'gonna try it?"

Honestly he'd probably let her, right now.

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Parker furrowed her brow and said, "I wouldn't try. I would succeed." ParkerBrood was good at plans! If she wanted him dead, he'd be dead!

What was with this if? Hello, kill him.

Hello, NO. He was Eliot. He would be an asset.

Okay, so get him to a Queen.... In a bit. He wouldn't survive to get to a Queen if he didn't get fixed up now.

Okay, that made sense.

The Brood inside Parker didn't realize it was being conned. Or defied. Mostly because Parker was pushing aside the question of later in favor of NOW and getting Eliot okay and fixed up and fine and no more bleeding, that was disturbing.

She pushed her shoulder under his and said, "Slowly. We want you to survive." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Also I have to keep my alien busy with worst-case scenarios, so try to act really weak, okay?"

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Eliot couldn't help a small smile at that. "Act it," he said, wincing as he got moving. He thought he was moving. Maybe the rest of the world was moving instead. "Got it."