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best broship times? aka come rescue him faith!

[thatsmyniche]

"You have got to be kiddin' me." Hardison was standing on a dark street in LA watching some grown ass dude named Angel beat the shot out of some white dudes with fugly faces. They were on something. Had to be. How was it he got stuck walking back with Angel? Eliot should have been there. Eliot liked to kick ugly butt.

While he was thinking how sour his luck was, someone -- or thing -- grabbed him and tossed him into a Dumpster like he was a ragdoll. Hardison went crash. He immediately tried to sit up and shake it off, but the thing came at him, ugly teeth showing.

"What the hell did they get me into?!" He tried to kick, but he was still a bit shocked from the crash. And let's face it, he's the hacker not the hitter. The vampire, though he didn't know it was one, grabbed him up off his feet and pinned him back to the Dumpster, then began to move in on his neck. "Hey man hey!"

YES. I HAVE MISSED THESE TWO.

[cinq]

Faith had been trying to take down another demon, one that was most likely the brains to the one that was currently kicking Hardison's ass brawn. "Hey, Boss," she managed to throw a punch out at the demon, making him stumble some, and she quickly gestured for Angel to beat this one into a pulp while Faith quickly picked up the piece of rebar she had dropped during her fight. If anything happened to Hardison while on her watch, she'd never forgive herself. His team would never forgive her, either (not that she cared so much about them, but losing a member of their crew would hit them hard, regardless).

She kicked the back of the beast, making sure to move him away from Hardison before she slid the piece of rebar through his back. With it's howl in pain, she gave it another kick, where it collapsed on the ground. She kept an eye on it, ready to pull that weapon out of its back and aim straight for it's heart if it didn't take the cue to be dead.

A part of her felt compelled to ensure that her friend was okay. This was not the usual way she went about things. You save the damsel in distress, Angel or Buffy would calm them down while she cleaned up the crime scene. Heart to hearts were a little out of her jurisdiction.

"Hey, Princess. You okay? You're screaming your lungs out like a little girl," she said with a smile. Humour and Hardison kind of went hand in hand. She knew this was a situation where it probably didn't, but it was the only way she knew how to comfort him ... besides slapping him on the back and doing a fist-bump.

ME TOO. SO MUCH.

[thatsmyniche]

Hardison watched her take the demon down with wide eyes. He stared at it as it went down and mouthed wordlessly for a moment.

"Little girl? Princess?" That got his attention. He was still in the "trying to impress and be cool" in front of Faith stage. That little moment did not work for him at all. He pointed a finger to her. "Look woman, I just nearly got dead by somethin' uglier than Eliot's scars. I bet you weren't all cool and manly your first time."

He watched as Angel took down the last demon and shook his head. "Y'all weren't kiddin' about this stuff. " Because a part of him really wished they had been. Well, a small part of him was curious and wanted to see, but once he had? He wanted to unsee it.

And then it registered just how much ass Faith had kicked and he was impressed. "You're good girl."

[cinq]

"Don't let Angel hear you call him ugly," she grinned. She didn't touch the comment about her past; it was ugly, possibly uglier than Eliot's scars and the demon combined, and was something she didn't want tainting Hardison's view of her. She was someone who was working on her past debts and trying to wipe her slate clean by learning from her mistakes. It took longer than she had anticipated, but it was working out in the end for her.

She preened under the attention, turning a touch cocky. If Hardison asked Buffy, the other Slayer would tell him Faith was anything but good. She didn't even touch good. She was allergic to it. "Not much of a fairytale, huh? You all in one piece?" She started to look him over, as if he were a child, looking to see if he'd lost a finger or two.

[thatsmyniche]

Hardison wasn't one to judge anyone by their past. His may not have been all that ugly, but it wasn't perfect. Not to mention his best friends were the best grifters and thieves out there, all with worst pasts than his own, and he cared for them deeply. He wasn't the kind of person to judge someone by who they were, especially if they were trying to escape that.

"Hen, nah. No fairy tale I'm used to. Kinda reminds me of some videogames." He let her look him over, happy for the attention. "I think I'm gonna live," he nodded. "At least I hope so. I am way too young and beautiful to die yet." Cue cheesy grin.

[cinq]

Faith arched an eyebrow at videogames, but found herself bent over, hands clutching at her stomach, as she laughed. "Beautiful, huh?" she managed, uprighting herself with a large smile. Glancing at him, but not speaking to him, Faith's hands lingered on her torso, "Ow." Lifting her shift, she found herself with a nasty gash; she didn't think it was too deep, but it was definitely going to be a bitch in the morning. "Damn, guess I've got to handle over my title of most beautiful now."

[thatsmyniche]

He was about to remark on that beautiful remark, but the sight of the gash. His eyes went wide and he took a step forward. "Wow, um. You should get that looked at. It really doesn't look good."

His hand went to her shoulder in concern of her fainting or something. He didn't like girls fainting in front of him from blood loss. Fainting over his awesomeness was one thing, blood was another. "You can keep it if it'll keep you kickin'," he said.