FIC: A Good Place (Leverage/Glee, Parker/Brittany, PG-13)

FIC: A Good Place
Fandom: Leverage/Glee
Pairing: Parker/Brittany (AU--SIBCEST)


Not fair. Not fair. Everyone else gets to see Sophie--whatever her name is now, her real name--without a "special job". It's plain discrimination that Parker gets a text message an hour before her flight is scheduled to land and the party is supposed to start (Hardison bought those cute little champagne glasses, and she was in charge of the actual liquor so they got to spend the money for that on a big sign that says "WELCOME HOME" and damnit if she doesn't want to see Sophie cry a little when she sees it. But of course, now she won't get to.). A text message from Sophie herself, who's name Parker hasn't changed in her phone yet because Sophie hasn't told them what to change it to. And all of this hullabaloo is driving Parker just a little bananas already, but then she reads the text and it says "Go home" -- just like that. "Go home." And then an address, like Parker doesn't know it, like she hasn't known it for always.

It's really, really far away. In Ohio, and Parker is going to miss Sophie's coming home party completely if she goes, but she knows that she's not gonna get to see her at all if she doesn't do this, so damnit, there goes that dinero she's tucked away, and she's on an overnight, and she hates flying, which is really kind of silly since she loves the feeling of the wind in her hair when its just her and the drop line and the leather.

And the town is still stupid, which is how she remembers it. Nobody better tell her she doesn't remember it, because she totally does. Three years old is totally old enough to have memories, and she does, of this place. Of Lima, Ohio. Gross. It's named after a bean, or the bean is named after it. Either way, not awesome. Parker doesn't have anything with her, but she keeps her eyes on the streets as she walks: good roof for jumping there, fenced in yard here. She's always been at her best without any of the junk that Nathan makes her use, like precaution.

She presses the doorbell, freezing her face in a smile. When it opens, she starts up; "Excuse me, but are you happy with your cable ser--"

"Woah."

Blonde. Teenage. Cheerleading outfit; mostly red with white trim. Woah.

Parker attempts to yank the door from the girl's hand to pull it closed. "Sorry, wrong house," she mumbles, backing away.

Brittany's grip on the door is too tight for it to shut. "Who were you looking for?" She smiles happily, ready to offer any and all help to the blonde standing on her doorstep. "The Gradys next door are always coming over to complain about their T.V, maybe it's them you want?" She takes a step forward, removing the door as a potential barrier between them. "Or maybe the Smiths. They're two doors down. You really don't look like anyone from a cable company. You're too hot. Well, actually you look like me, and well. We're both hot, wouldn't you say so? Cable is kind of boring. I'm all about satellite. Much better service, Santana says so." She keeps moving forward, forcing Parker to walk backwards towards the street. This breaks about a gazillion rules in Parker's book, only starting with "Don't arrive at the home of someone who looks eerily like you."

But her sense of self-preservation isn't kicking in, oddly enough.

Parker clenches and unclenches her hands, then just gives up and asks, "What's your name." Of course, it doesn't come out sounding like a question, the way she has her mouth tight around the words.

"Brittany," she says, and touches Parker's shoulder, smiling, and right at that moment Parker's phone goes off, vibrating in her pocket, but it doesn't really matter because she's going to miss Sophie's party anyway, so she might as well ask Brittany out to coffee, right? It's sort of logical.

"Parker." They shake hands, as if conducting some sort of business deal. Brittany smiles, and Parker wants to rappel off buildings, kill bad guys, and break into bank vaults. They are urges she can't explain.

Brittany shifts on her feet. "So, are you going to come inside or what?"