Part I (and on LJ), Part II (and on LJ), Part III (and on LJ), Part IV (and on LJ), Part V (and on LJ), Part VI (and on LJ), Part VII (and on LJ), Part VIII (and on LJ), Part IX (and on LJ), Part X (and on LJ), Part XI (and on LJ).

~~ Deleted Scene ~~

Lady Anastasia stands, her feet spread shoulder-width apart, her hands loose at her sides, knees slightly bent. In contrast to Lady Alessia, she’s wearing loose pants and a cami; her hair is in a loose ponytail.

She’s looking at Eliot, who hasn’t moved from his chair since she changed his collar, replacing the shock collar with something light and gold. He’s looking at her. His hands are loose in his lap, his feet flat on the ground.

“Tie me up.” When he speaks, it’s sudden and harsh; she rolls forward on her toes.

“What?” Her hands tighten and loosen, not quite making fists. “I just took the cuffs off.“

“Look…” He rolls his head and tries again. “Look… Lady Anastasia… I make you nervous. I get that. So tie me up.”

“How am I going to tie a specialist like you so that you can’t just use it as a weapon?” She’s rolling forward on her feet again: thinking about something.

“Tie me to your bed.” Eliot holds his hands out, baring his wrists. “If it’s that thing over there, I can’t break it.”

“Why?” She steps forward, stops again. “I just got the shock collar and the cuffs off. You fought them the whole time.” With his wrists up, the chafe marks are obvious.

“That wasn’t the cuffs. That was her.“ He steps up, and Lady Anastasia lands back abruptly onto her heels. “You’re being nice. Polite. I like it. And you’re frightened of me.”

“If I tie you to my bed…” She smirks at him. “It’s going to raise different issues.”

Eliot smiles. “You were straddling me a minute ago.”

“That I was.” She watches him as her smile slides back off her face. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“I’m always serious. Are you?”

She licks her lips, and then, reaching a decision, takes a step back and gestures at the bed. “You first.”

He doesn’t say anything, letting his actions speak for him.

Her bed is a monstrosity of wrought-iron, metal shaped like trees twisting up to the ceiling. Nobody makes her bed; the sheets are tossed near the footboard, and the pillows are in disarray.

Eliot lays down on the bed, shifting until he’s comfortable, and reaches over his head, grabbing the headboard with both hands. “Looks like it’s made for it.”

“It probably was.” Anastasia straddles his stomach; somewhere between her sitting room and her bed she’s gotten a looped length of blue nylon rope. “You will tell me if anything is unpleasant, uncomfortable, or unwanted.”

He smirks at her. “Yes, Lady Anastasia.”

It gets an embarrassed chuckle, which it was supposed to, and gets her moving with the rope, which it was also supposed to.

She pulls his pants off before she ties his ankles, leaving him spread-eagled across her white sheets. She hesitates for a moment when he’s tied, a bandanna in her hands.

“Do it.” He leans forward, straining against the ropes. “Go ahead.” He winces. “…Lady Anastasia.”

“How long did my sister have you?” She folds the bandanna carefully and ties it over his eyes.

“I don’t know. A week?” He can’t shrug, tied as he is, but he moves against the ropes. The bedframe doesn’t move.

“Mmm. Let me make it up to you?” She reaches over and turns off the lamp.

“Whatever you want.”
~~ End Deleted Scene ~~

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(this appears to be at least a two-parter at this point, in terms of TV episodes.)

Fade in from commercial.

“They’re going to do something stupid.” Eliot is holding Lady Anastasia’s cell phone and looking – affectionately frustrated. She, in turn, looks a little bemused.

“These friends of yours…”

“Team. They’re my team.”

“Special forces?” Her shoulders tense, just a little bit.

“No. Different sort of team.” He looks up at her, clearly weighing what he’s going to say. “We being overheard?”

“Not as long as the phone is off. My apartment is bug-free, at least.”

Eliot looks at the phone, turns it off, and hands it over to Anastasia. His movements are very careful, slow, and deliberate; even so, hers are every bit as cautious as she takes the phone from him and backs – backs – towards the other side of her room.

Eliot tracks her movement. “I’m not going to attack you.” It’s more of a grumble than would really be reassuring, but it gets her attention.

“I didn’t live this long turning my back on warriors.”

“Look, I -” His hands go to the collar around his neck. There’s a twitch that seems to move his entire body. “Look, your Ladyship, I belong to you. Yeah? That’s how it works?”

“That’s how it works.” She is watching him like a rabbit watching a snake. “That doesn’t mean you won’t snap my neck.”

“You’re going to have to turn your back on me eventually. It’s either that or put me back in chains.”

“If you’re as good as I think you are, chains would just irritate you.”

“Enough chains might slow me down.”

“They might. But that would bring its own problems.”

Eliot doesn’t say anything for a minute. His jaw is working but no sound is coming out.

“Tie me up.”

~

“All right, I’ve got them. This isn’t going to be easy, Nate-”

“It’s never easy. When it’s easy, then everything goes wrong. What do you have?”

“Relax, would you? Look, we’re all stressed about Eliot.” Hardison’s voice is sharper than the words would suggest.

They are sitting around their suite – Nate and Hardison, alone – Nate looking through piles of papers and Hardison manipulating computer networks through a bank of monitors that look entirely out of place.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” There is a glass next to Nate’s elbow; it is empty. He looks at it, looks at the bottle of whisky, and looks back at Hardison. “What do you have?”

“All right, so this family has three sisters, right? Alessia, Anastasia, and Adalia. Pretty common for Tír na Crazy here, except, one, none of them are twins – “

“That’s uncommon?”

“Man, where you been? They have all the twins, the more royal, the more twin. And secondly, there used to be seven of them.”

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(There are a lot of commercials. It’s being played on one of those syndicated-show channels, I suppose, TNT or Spike or something.)

Fade in from commercial. Eliot’s face is twisted, something like hope combined with conflict.

“But you can’t tell anyone.” Anastasia’s voice is very quiet, and very serious. “You tell anyone, you might get us both killed.”

It takes Eliot a moment to find his voice. When he speaks, his voice is a bit rough. “You really think someone’s going to kill you, don’t you?”

“What do they say? ‘It’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you?’ Yes.” Anastasia nods. “I know that at least three of my relatives and one non-rel- non-close-relation would like me dead, and two of them are actively working on it.”

“Lady, what did you do?“

Anastasia’s smile is grim. “I get in the way.”

Eliot nods. He understands getting in the way. “So.” He coughs. “A month.”

“Yes.” She nods slowly. “That’s long enough to satisfy Alessia that you’re not going to go rogue and kill me, short enough that you might not actually go rogue and kill me.”

Eliot takes it in, and nods. “All right.” He looks at the phone, thinks about it for a moment, and dials.

In a suite somewhere else in California, Nate picks up his phone, checks, and speaks very carefully. “This is Nathan Ford.”

“Nate. This is Eliot. I’ve only got three minutes, don’t ask stupid questions.”

“Are you safe?” Nathan mouths “Eliot” to Hardisson, who shifts his typing to another keyboard.

“Right now? I think so. Look… don’t come after me, all right? Lady Anastasia-” He puts emphasis on her name. Nearby, the Lady in question has settled into a chair to listen. “She’s not like her sister, Lady Alessia. I can handle things here until I can find an exit.”

Nathan is scribbling down names. “Do you know how you got taken?”

“Tranq dart.” Eliot sounds disgusted. “They’ve got some good drugs here. Seriously, Nate, don’t try to come in. The Californian security is too tight, and you don’t have me with you. You’ll get caught.”

Nate shares a look with Sohpie. “Eliot – are you being listened to?”

Eliot glances at Anastasia. “I’m wearing a fucking slave collar, Nate, what do you think?”

“I think it’s likely you’re being monitored. So, do you want us to come for you?”

“No!” Eliot’s growl is in full force. “Fuckit, Nate… no.”

“All right, Eliot. I trust you. Listen – take care of yourself.”

“We miss you, Eliot!” Parker leans over Nate to call it into the phone. Nate hangs up the phone and looks over his crew.

“Lady Alessia. Lady Anastasia. Find out everything you can.”

Eliot hangs up the phone. “They’re going to do something stupid.”

Cut to commercial.

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(There are a lot of commercials. It’s being played on one of those syndicated-show channels, I suppose, TNT or Spike or something.)

Come back from commercial. Hardisson is leaning against the door to a luxurious-looking suite, half holding it closed and half propping himself up.

“These stepford slaves are creeping me out,” he declaims, mostly to Sophie. “We’d better get Eliot soon. I’m going to go postal here.” He waves his hand in punctuation.

“I’m working on it, I’m working on it.” Sophie pats the air placatingly. “But Lady Arabella’s daughters are not the easiest people to talk to, and we can’t just waltz in to a Baroness’ house, you know.”

“Maybe we can.” Hardisson stands up straight. “I have an idea.”

Back in Lady Anastasia’s room

The Lady in yoga pants is straddling Eliot, her hands around his throat. “Hold still,” she murmurs, despite the fact that he is already holding very still. “She booby-trapped this, the bitch. There’s going to be a little shock.”

“I’ve been shocked before. I can take it.” Eliot clenches his jaw.

“Okay. Ready… now.” The zap comes over a full-body flinch from Eliot. Anastasia tosses the collar away, and we see a thin ring of gold in her hands. “This is a bit decorative for you, but it’s nicer than that piece of shit.”

The click sounds loud against Eliot’s silence. He rolls his head and flexes his hands. “Don’t you need it? If you’re scared I’m going to kill you.”

“Too late for that now.” She touches his shoulders, and then, rather slowly, slips off of Eliot’s lap. “I don’t think it would stop you, anyway.”

“It might.” He stands, slowly, still rolling his head and clenching and unclenching his hands. “Feels weird.”

“It does that, changing collars. Especially after a horrid thing like that.” She tosses him her cell phone. “Three minutes, and I’ll stay in the room.”

He looks at the phone, looks at her, and nods. The soulful face he pulls, just for a moment, is the Eliot who’s running a con. “Thank you, Lady Anastasia.”

“Look, before you dial.” She swallows, her throat working as if over a thick lump. “I can’t let you go right away. I have to survive here, you know? I have to live with Alessia, which means I have to accept the ‘gifts’ she gives me, even if they’re meant to kill me.”

“Sounds like a fucked up family, Lady.” Eliot moves the phone from hand to hand, not dialing yet.

“You don’t know the half of it. But one month. In one month, I can ‘get bored with you,’ that’s longer than Alessia’s attention span anyway. And I’ll put you on a plane back to the US.”

Eliot’s head whips up.

“But you can’t tell anyone. You tell anyone, you might get us both killed.”

Cut to commercial.

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Luck of the draw pulled it up twice on my list in a day, after being off rotation for over a week!

Fade back in from commercial. Sophie is wielding a folded piece of paper. “We are not Americans.”

“Because of your…” Parker squints. “Your take-out menu?”

Sophie seems to deflate. “Well, it’s supposed to be my passport, but I don’t exactly carry it around with me, do I?”

“Anyway, you might not be American, but I was born here, and so was Alec… Hardisson. So was Hardisson.”

“It’s cool, Parker, I’ve got this.” Hardisson held up both hands. “We can be English. We can be anything that we want. I’m just that cool. Going in as the Duchess, then? You don’t like her, do you?”

“I don’t like her.” Sophie’s smile is small and tight. “But the Californians love her.”

~

“Here, sit down here.” Lady Anastasia still has her arm around Eliot’s waist; she guides him to an overstuffed armchair in what looks like an expensive but rather spartan bedroom. He sits heavily, shifting and trying to get comfortable while still cuffed hand and foot.

“You really think I’m here to kill you?”

“You’re really not?” She falls into a cross-legged seat at his feet. “Here, hold still.”

“I don’t want to be here at all, lady.” He falls still. “What are you doing?”

She pulls the keys Alessia gave her from her pocket. “Unlocking you.”

Eliot stares down at her, angry all over again. “Why?” Pause. “My lady.”

She looks up at him, her expression serious – a mirror of the face he often wears, albeit in a more gamine face. “Considering the training you’ve likely had, if you’re going to kill me, the shackles will only irritate you. If you’re not going to kill me, there’s no reason to cause you further discomfort.”

“I never said I really was black ops.”

“You never said you weren’t, either. And besides -”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Something like that.” She scoots back, holding the shackles in one hand. “Wrists.”

He shifts so that she can reach the handcuffs, his back to her. “So, now what?”

“Well, first I’m going to get that monstrosity off of you. And then… then we can talk.”

“Look, I’ve got a team back home. Friends. Is there any way I could call them, send them an e-mail?”

She stills. The cuffs come off. “A brief call. But first, I want to talk about a couple things.”

He rubs his wrists. “You’re in charge.”

“Here.” She moves him with a couple light pushes. “One more piece of jewelry to deal with.”

Eliot’s hands go to the collar. “You’ll get this thing off of me?”

She reaches into her drawer and fiddles around for a few minutes. “There has to be a collar. But there doesn’t have to be that thing.”

He stills. “Do it.”

An estate in California

“These… these stepford slaves are creeping me out.” Hardisson closes the door. “We’d better get Eliot soon. I’m going to go postal here.”

Cut, once again, to commercial.

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Luck of the draw pulled it up twice on my list in a day, after being off rotation for over a week!

Fade in from commercial to Eliot’s face and the back of Anastasia. Her red hair is in a loose ponytail that hangs all the way down her very-straight spine, and her hands are tight at her sides.

“Before you kill me, there’s something you should know.”

Eliot looks up at her, his hair falling in his face yet again. “Who says I’m going to kill you… my Lady?” His eyes drop to her bare hands as he tacks on the honorific.

Her voice is soft as she answers, and rushed, but each word is clipped off with military precision. “You’re an angry black ops operative my darling sister gifted me. There’s only one reason to do that.”

“You can’t know I’m black ops.” His feet shift.

“It’s a very distinctive stance.” She smirks faintly. “So – before we get to my rooms. Before you kill me, you need to know that my will does not, as Alessia believes and probably told you, leave everything to her. Any slaves in my possession are willed to the Agency.”

Eliot stills. “Assuming I was here to kill you – I’m not saying I am – why would that stop me?”

“Because if my sister convinced you to put on a collar so that you could get close to me, she probably told you that you’d go free when the job was done. And you won’t.”

Despite everything, Eliot laughs. “Lady, your sister couldn’t convince me of anything.”

She doesn’t shift much, but she does manage a little bit of a smile. “Then we have something in common. Let’s get to my room where we’re less likely to be overheard.”

The Airport

“Charlotte Prentiss, Duchess of Hanover.” Sophie is dressed to the nines, the very picture of a travelling Duchess. Behind her, the remaining members of the team appear to be her retinue; Hardison and Parker in well-tailored suits, presumably her bodyguards, Nate as her secretary. Nate passes over the paperwork to the customs agent. “I’m here to visit my good friend Lord Lorcan ap Malaney, Baron of Red Bluff. These are my… assistants.”

Flash back to the office

“The problem with running a con in Tír na Cali – well, there’s a lot of problems, for one.” Hardison looks as if he’s neither bathed nor shaved in days. “Start with the nearly – I did say nearly – unhackable computer systems, then add on their secure borders and top it off with they do not like Americans and we don’t like them. This is not difficult, this is impossible.”

“Lucky for us.” Sophie’s accent has already begun to shift to something more urbane and aristocratic. “We are not Americans.”

Cut to Commercial

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It’s written in an experimental style for me, and, well, it’s fanfic, so pls. be kind.

Fade in from commercial to Eliot kneeling on the floor in front of two redheaded women.

“Stand up and come with me.” The redheaded women are both looking at Eliot, but it’s the one in yoga pants that speaks.

Eliot looks at her; he doesn’t move, not yet. Lady Alessia is still holding the remote; she jabs her finger at the button. This time, it’s a long shock, nearly enough to knock him out.

“That’s enough.” Anastasia holds out her hand for the remote. “He’s a lovely gift, Alessia, thank you. But if I’m going to control him, you’l have to give me the remote.”

There’s a moment where Alessia hesitates, frowning. Then she nods. “Of course, dear sister. Here. And the keys as well, although I’d be careful with unlocking him. He’s a bit… feral.”

“You always give me the nicest presents.” The remote goes into Anastasia’s back pocket, and her arm goes under Eliot’s shoulders. “Stand up,” she repeats, in exactly the same tone as before, “and come with me.”

The Office

“So this is the ‘intake database’ for the slave markets of Tír na Cali.” Hardison’s air quotes seem to cut the air. “And they’re very thorough. Everything about every slave they ‘intake’ comes into this system. It’s one of the most secure in the world. One of.” He pokes the screen. “It took me almost half an hour to crack it, and I only have about fifteen minutes before they notice I’m here.”

He flips through photographs of naked people, one after another. Most of them are young, many of them are handsome. “This is the intake for the week Eliot and King went missing. And here is Brendan King.” Their mark – their former mark – looks lost and sad, standing against height markers like a prisoner, wearing nothing but handcuffs and a plastic collar.

Hardison takes a breath. It has none of his usual dramatic flair; his hand hesitates on his remote.

“And here is Eliot.”

There are stats, lines and lines of information and notes. None of them are looking at that. They are all looking at the photo of their friend and teammate, handcuffed, shackled, and collared, in the process of lunging at the camera already.

“Right.” Nate puts his hands on the table. “Let’s go steal an Eliot.”

“Any Eliot?” Sophie’s lips purse. “I’ve found myself rather fond of the one we had.”

“There are no other Eliots. Nobody else is an option.”

“I’m teasing, Parker. I’m just teasing. Of course we’re going to steal our Eliot. “

“Because he’s the best.” Parker is trying to smile; it’s obvious she’s not quite getting there.

“Because he’s ours.

Tír na Cali

Lady Anastasia walks Eliot down the hall. Her arm is still wrapped around his shoulders, although his footsteps, even shackled, are growing more steady.

They turn down a quiet, dimly-lit stretch of hallway, and she releases him. She takes three steps away; her stance shifts, feet spread, hands lazy at her sides. Eliot, bound as he is, still gives the impression he’s ready for a fight.

“Before you kill me.” Anastasia’s voice is rough but certain. “There’s something you should know.”

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Fade in from commercial; the back of a well-dressed redhead, again, and Eliot, clenching his jaw.

“Now kneel.” The woman’s voice is like knives, sharp and cold. We can see from the side of her that she’s smiling, pleased with this. Eliot, on the other hand, is not.

“Fu-”

The electric sound fills the air again. Eliot’s hands twitch and once again clench into fists.

“Kneel.”

Eliot kneels.

“Very good. I knew you could be trained.” She pats his shoulder; he says nothing. His head is down; his hair loose in his face. “I wonder if she’ll cut that hair. A pity, if she does, but she likes the military sort.”

“She?” The woman’s hand hovers on the remote; Eliot adds a grudging “Ma’am?”

“My darling little sister.” The words could burn. “And she’s coming. Be quiet and behave yourself until she gets here.”

“Ma’am.” He nods his head again, letting his hair cover almost everything.

“Aah, Anastasia! I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come!”

Another redhead enters; we’ve seen her before, at the very beginning clip, but looking at her next to Alessia, they’re prince-and-pauper twins.

“Alessia.” Anastasia’s stance is careful, legs shoulder-width apart; she’s wearing loose pants and a silk tank top that gives her plenty of movement range. “How can I help you?”

“I got you a present. I saw him in the store, and I just couldn’t help myself!” Lady Alessia is gushing. Her voice is sickly-sweet and her smile is painted on. “This is Eliot. Isn’t he lovely?”

Eliot looks up at the sisters, his expression just short of murder.

The Office.

“So, we’re down to two options.” Nate is glaring at the computer screen. “Hardison found both cars-”

“Parts of both cars. Let me tell you, Eliot’s going to be pissed.”

“If you want to vanish, you break all your connections, everything that ever tied you to your persona. The car would be a big part of that.”

“He wouldn’t.” Sophie’s hands are tight on the table. “Would he?”

“That’s option number one. Option number two-”

“No. Nuh-unh. No way.” Parker is shaking her head, no, no, no. “Sophie…”

“Let him talk, Parker.”

“I don’t like it either, Parker, but we have to accept the possibility that he’s been taken by the Californians.”

“Then he’s dead.” Hardison’s voice is flat. “There’s no way Eliot would stand for that. He’d make them kill him.”

“There is a good possibility that he’s dead, yes. Hardison, can you hack the Californian databases?”

Tír na Cali

“Now, you two have fun.” Lady Alessia makes shooing gestures. “Go on, Anastasia, enjoy him.”

The pauper twin looks between the two of them, Lady and angry slave a couple times, then seems to come to a decision. She nods at Eliot. “Stand up and come with me.”

Cut to commercial.

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This one is sort of a transition sequence; I had to get him back to the beginning…

Fade in from commercial: first sound, heels clicking on the floor, then a redheaded woman in an expensive business suit. She’s holding something in her hand – a smart phone? a remote control? Eliot’s vision is blurring in and out; he blinks a few times and we see a button right under her thumb.

“This is how this is going to work.” Her voice is faint; she opens a window in the front of Eliot’s box, maybe three feet wide by two feet tall. “You are going to do what I say. Everything I say, when I say it. And you are going to respond to anything I say with ‘yes, Lady Alessia.’ Do you understand?”

Eliot blinks again and his vision is clear. “Fuck you, Lady Alessia.” His voice comes out like a grunt, raw and pained. An electric zapping sound fills the room. Eliot grunts again, louder and clearly more pained. “The fuck?”

“It’s a training collar. You’re a difficult case, or so they’ve told me, but I have the perfect place for you. Now, come on out of that box, nice and slowly.”

“I’m cuffed – ow, fuck!”

“You’re cuffed, what?”

Eliot glares balefully at her. Her finger is lingering over the button, however. “I’m cuffed, Lady Alessia. Really?”

“Really. If you’re going to be a slave in Tír na Cali, you’re going to have to learn the rules… oh, dear.” She steps back delicately as Eliot slides out of the small opening, landing on his feet despite his bindings. “As I was saying. You’re going to have to learn the rules.”

“Fuck you… Lady Alessia.” This time, he doesn’t even grunt as the shock goes through him. She keeps shocking him until he falls unconscious.

Later

“You are going to make a lovely gift for my sister.”

“I’m not anybody’s gift, not yours or your bitch sister.” Eliot has been in better moods.

She slaps him this time, instead of shocking him, her claws raking across his cheek, barely missing his eye and his mouth. A drop of blood trickles out.

“Now remember to behave until I hand you over.” He has pants on; that’s a start. Not much of a start, since they are so sheer as to nearly be see-through, but it’s something.

“Behave.” He snarls it, half an agreement, half a question, but does not move. The redhead still tut-tuts at him.

“I did say behave.” She pushes a button waiting in her hand. A buzzing zzap fills the air, brief but loud. Eliot clenches his jaw, refusing to shudder.

Cut to commercial.

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