What Hapens in Vegas . . .
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maevebranTitle: What Happens in Vegas . . .
Author: Maeve Bran
Fandom: Leverage
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel the Series, or Leverage, I'm just using them for some unprofitable fun.
Notes: This piece of pure fluff is inspired by the fact that today is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
earcmacfithil's and my 12th wedding anniversary. Set after 1.8 of Leverage “The Bank Shot Job”. This is not intended as a part of my Leveraging Realtives series. It is a stand alone Crack!Fic.
Summary: Lindsey and Parker wake up in Vegas.
Word Count:405
Lindsey woke up when the sun shown on his face. He turned on his side to avoid the light. He didn't remember what happened last night. He had drunk a lot of beer, and played poker with Hardison, Parker, and Eliot. That he remembered but after Hardison and Eliot went to bed all he could remember was trying to drink the blond thief under the table. Mid turn his hand encountered soft flesh. Huh. He traced the line of the female up to where the blond hair rested on the pillow.
“Oh no,” Lindsey groaned.
The female rolled over and his worst fears were realized. It was indeed Parker. Nate was going to kill him. Never mind that Eliot was going to kill him. Hardison was going to spam him with porn on his computer.
Lindsey rolled the other way and out of the bed. He tripped on some discarded clothes and fell towards the table. His hands landed on a piece of paper. He looked at it. It was a marriage license. He examined it carefully for any mistakes that would invalidate it. No such luck. He knew the law wasn't responsible for decisions he made while drunk but it would be nice to have it on his side again. He reread the paper. Lindsey Michael McDonald had legally married Sarah Jane Parker in the state of Nevada in Clark County at two o'clock in the morning on January 3, 2009.
“Morning, husband,” Parker said cheerfully.
“Morning, Parker,” Lindsey said absently. “Wait you said husband? You remember?”
“Of course I remember. I didn't have that much to drink,” Parker said. “Don't you?”
“Not much,” Lindsey answered. Now that he thought about he could remember bits and pieces. He remembered saying something about only his wife, if he ever got married would hear the full story of his time at Wolfram and Hart. Then Parker saying she'd make him a good wife because they could break the law together. It made sense last night.
“I never got to hear your story last night, Lindsey,” Parker said.
“I'll tell you tonight,” Lindsey said. “That is if we survive telling the others.” He pulled on his discarded clothes. “What are we going to tell them?”
“We got drunk, got married, and had sex,” Parker said.
“I think we can leave off that last one but other than that it's as good an explanation as any,” Lindsey agreed.
Author: Maeve Bran
Fandom: Leverage
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel the Series, or Leverage, I'm just using them for some unprofitable fun.
Notes: This piece of pure fluff is inspired by the fact that today is
earcmacfithil's and my 12th wedding anniversary. Set after 1.8 of Leverage “The Bank Shot Job”. This is not intended as a part of my Leveraging Realtives series. It is a stand alone Crack!Fic.Summary: Lindsey and Parker wake up in Vegas.
Word Count:405
Lindsey woke up when the sun shown on his face. He turned on his side to avoid the light. He didn't remember what happened last night. He had drunk a lot of beer, and played poker with Hardison, Parker, and Eliot. That he remembered but after Hardison and Eliot went to bed all he could remember was trying to drink the blond thief under the table. Mid turn his hand encountered soft flesh. Huh. He traced the line of the female up to where the blond hair rested on the pillow.
“Oh no,” Lindsey groaned.
The female rolled over and his worst fears were realized. It was indeed Parker. Nate was going to kill him. Never mind that Eliot was going to kill him. Hardison was going to spam him with porn on his computer.
Lindsey rolled the other way and out of the bed. He tripped on some discarded clothes and fell towards the table. His hands landed on a piece of paper. He looked at it. It was a marriage license. He examined it carefully for any mistakes that would invalidate it. No such luck. He knew the law wasn't responsible for decisions he made while drunk but it would be nice to have it on his side again. He reread the paper. Lindsey Michael McDonald had legally married Sarah Jane Parker in the state of Nevada in Clark County at two o'clock in the morning on January 3, 2009.
“Morning, husband,” Parker said cheerfully.
“Morning, Parker,” Lindsey said absently. “Wait you said husband? You remember?”
“Of course I remember. I didn't have that much to drink,” Parker said. “Don't you?”
“Not much,” Lindsey answered. Now that he thought about he could remember bits and pieces. He remembered saying something about only his wife, if he ever got married would hear the full story of his time at Wolfram and Hart. Then Parker saying she'd make him a good wife because they could break the law together. It made sense last night.
“I never got to hear your story last night, Lindsey,” Parker said.
“I'll tell you tonight,” Lindsey said. “That is if we survive telling the others.” He pulled on his discarded clothes. “What are we going to tell them?”
“We got drunk, got married, and had sex,” Parker said.
“I think we can leave off that last one but other than that it's as good an explanation as any,” Lindsey agreed.
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Date: 2009-08-17 05:10 pm (UTC)