|Could you even Believe me?
Author: Poisoned Apples Taste Better PM
Parker's past holds a dark secret and poses a problem for any involved.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Family/Romance - Parker & Alec H. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,155 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 13 - Updated: 09-03-12 - Published: 07-16-12 - id: 8326034
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*This is right after the season 5 premiere "The (very) big bird job."
Please comment if you wish for more, don't wait to comment because as the show progresses my story will change in my head and it gets complicated and i usually stop writing it. So if you even want the least bit more, please comment!*
Hardison stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep from the worry Nate had given him. He had just transferred the money and knew he didn't want anything else to do with Nate's plan.
Parker began to go into her small midnight rock. She twitched back and forth, her lips pressed into her stuffed bunny, whose stuffed ears snuck out of the small gap between them. Hardison figured Parker went into a nightmare or something every night and rocking back and forth was the only cure or comfort. He had woke her the first time she did it, which he won't do again. As he had shook her shoulders Parker went into some sort of survival mode and started to punch and claw at him; which resulted in several very manly band aids.
Parker continued to rock herself as Hardison pondered the last year with her. They had traveled the world stealing, coning, and most of all, being together. Hardison had never had sex with Parker and didn't push it on her. He knew she'd suffered a bad past with sex maybe she was raped, or assaulted; as Hardison thought about that his arm tightened around Parker.
Hardison decided he'd just wait; he rather be ninety years old and have parker ready to have sex with him, than do it now and have her not ready. Hardison looked around his apartment, Parker things were scattered around and blended perfectly into his decor, almost as though they should've been there forever.
Ever since Parker's place was burned by the FBI and many other organizations she stayed with him. She must've hated sleeping in a bed alone because whenever they're sleeping together she either has her arms locked around him, or she's pressed up against him.
As Hardison looked around he was abruptly shaken when Regent, Parker's black cat, leaped onto Hardison's face. "Hey!" Hardison whispered pulling the annoying feline off his face. The cat had earned his name from the diamond from the Louvre Paris Museum, for some reason Parker loved that diamond.
Hardison's dog Megabyte lifted his head for a moment. The sleepy pit bull then rested his head after seeing there was no true threat to Hardison.
Regent jumped on the ground and trotted over towards Hardison's couch, pausing to flick his tail at the dog. Regent reflected Parker's occupation well, he always was hiding and you could never hear him around the house. He was also really only ever friendly to Parker; everyone else he simply acted like a normal cat and ignored them.
Hardison now always acquainted Parker with Regent, a loner, but he was capable of love once offered it.