PSL: Sentinel AU

[dann_0]

Danny is Steve's guide. He is still pretty new at it and working with a Sentinel who has some bad experiences. To top if off, while working a case in Portland he finds out that a guide can have more than one Sentinel who is their perfect match.

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[a_very_distinctive]

"I've been alright for twenty damn years," he answers, when what he wants to say is no, and beg him to stay. To just let him breathe in the peace of his presence... the peace Eliot hasn't been letting himself experience at all, other than those few minutes when he'd been coming out of zoning out, still too disoriented to move away but coherent enough to simply bask in it.

"Don't put it back together 'til you're well aware from here," Eliot snaps, watching warily--hungrily--as Danny picks it up, along with his badge and phone. He takes another step back and scrubs his hands over his face, then back up into his hair, setting it up in spiky disarray before dropping them. His chest feels like it's being split open, and he has to work not to rub anxiously at his breastbone, at the phantom pain blooming under it. This pain is better than getting fucked over by another Guide, though, or at least that's what he tells himself.

"I don't need anything," he answers, and it's almost mechanical now, his voice inflectionless and his gaze blank as he methodically focuses on his breathing heart rate and forces them into a rhythm that doesn't sync with Danny's. He's been fine on his own all this time, he's not about to let that change now.

[dann_0]

"Alright, alright." Danny takes a deep breath. He doesn't want to go either. But he is worried that if he pushes Eliot might snap again or worse zone. He breathes a few times before he moves towards the door. "It was nice meeting you, stay safe." And he means it, utterly and fully. Then he slips from the room. He leaves some money on the bar paying for his food and then leaves. He doesn't feel hungry anymore. He just feels like walking and clearing his head. Hopefully sort out the questions and worry before he calls Steve and asks him.

[a_very_distinctive]

Eliot meets the last admonition with a derisive snort... that he has to work to keep from turning into something plaintive and broken as Danny makes good on his promise to leave by slipping out of the room. It leaves Eliot standing there, trembling and feeling more lost than he has in over fifteen years, but he can't afford the self-indulgence of falling apart here and now. He has to put Hardison off, both him and Williams and whatever Sentinel he's protecting, and then- Christ, and then he thinks maybe he needs to get really damn far away until he can get his head back on straight, because the way things stand now he just might be a danger. To himself and others. So he waits just until he hears Danny exit the pub itself--and he doesn't twitch involuntarily to follow him, he doesn't--then turns to the back exit from the private dining room, up the stairs to the apartments above and what he knows is going to be a very... uncomfortable conversation with his partners.