Meme Results 2
Mar. 29th, 2010 07:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
2 (Alec Hardison, Leverage), 8 (Jim Sterling, Leverage) and 15 (Daria Morgendorffer, Daria) are trapped in an elevator - which snaps and makes a break for it up the shaft first, what did one ( or both ) of the other two do to cause it and who tries to stop them?
When the lift stopped moving, Hardison instinctively looked up for an emergency exit trapdoor in the ceiling, muttering, "Aw, hell no. Forget this, man; I work with Parker. One little lift shaft ain't gonna scare me, nuh-uh."
"Careful, Hardison," said Sterling, smirking. "You might hurt my feelings."
"I ain't sitting in this elevator looking at your smug pasty face all damn day." Having spotted the trapdoor, Hardison began looking for a way to reach it.
Sterling leaned against the back wall of the lift and folded his arms. "Or maybe you just can't go for thirty seconds without a wifi signal. Seems more likely."
"Oh, you did not just go there. What the hell are you even doing in a suburban high school anyway?"
"Tailing you, of course. The question is, are you so unfit that you can't climb four flights of stairs to a computer lab?"
Hardison glared. "You wanna see 'unfit'? You watch my fine tight buttocks as I climb right the hell out of--"
"Excuse me."
The two men had been so busy bickering (or, in Hardison's case, making an impromptu exit strategy) that they entirely forgot about the lift's third occupant - a teenaged girl in combat boots, green army jacket and big round glasses. When she spoke, both men shut up and looked at her, and she used the silence to their advantage. "Not that this isn't fascinating in a 'Jerry Springer' sort of way? But this might be a good time to warn you about Ms Li's 'High Security for High Performance' policy. Namely, that every penny of funding we see goes into drug-sniffer dogs and bullet-proof skylights. So when the school board made the school put in an elevator for the 'differently abled', the budget was minimal."
Sterling and Hardison looked at the girl, but it was Hardison who spoke up. "So ... when you say 'minimal'...?"
"It only hit four figures because Mr DeMartino found some change under the sofa cushions in the staff lounge. So it's probably made of tinfoil. And was definitely installed by a tenth-grade drop-out who got paid in beer."
Sterling's smirk had long since faded, but he rallied magnificently. "So, Hardison ... you might get out, and you might even send me plummeting to my death ... but you'd kill a sweet, innocent girl to do it. Couldn't have that, now could we? You're the good guys now."
The teenager narrowed her eyes at Sterling. "I'd suggest he give it a try anyway ... but with my luck, I'd die of internal haemorrhaging before I saw every bone in your body break. A show like that is a waste if you don't get time to appreciate it."
Silence prevailed in the lift for a moment as both Hardison and Sterling tried to decide if the girl was serious. The deadpan look on her face suggested that she was. Both men sighed and moved - very carefully - to opposite corners of the lift.
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Date: 2010-03-29 08:02 pm (UTC)