AN: This is what happens when Poesie reads deaged!Eliot fanfic whilst searching for more Angel/Leverage crossovers to read at 3 a.m. Surprisingly (for me), it's not crack, but there are definitely some funny moments ahead. Also, note that I am apparently certifiably insane, but that has never stopped you guys from reading and liking my work (not sure what it says about you), so I hope that it won't now.

This story takes place in the series that I am now dubbing "The McDonald Boys verse" which begins (so far) with "Drunk Dialing, the McDonald Way," and continues with the one-shots from "Three Times Eliot Showed up at Lindsey's Place Uninvited and Three Times Lindsey Showed up at Eliot's." This particular story is next, but all three may be read as standalones. Time-wise, it's post-Angel and Season 4(-ish, maybe post-) of Leverage.

By the way, for those interested in knowing, the idea for this came first, then "Drunk Dialing," and then the six related one-shots in "Three Times." Things mentioned in one story may be elaborated on in others, etc. Also, this story is 100% written, so no leaving off in the middle of it for other shinier story ideas.

Enjoy!

Summary: This is a story in which Eliot gets de-aged by a witch and kicks Nate in the nads, his twin Lindsey turns up to get him out of trouble but laughs himself sick first, Hardison geeks out about werewolves, Sophie is terrible with children, and Parker is Dorothy. Also, Eliot throws a tantrum or two and Batman is more awesome than Spongebob. Deaged Eliot, Angel/Leverage crossover.

Title from Christian Kane's song, "LA Song," alternately called "Pretty as a Picture," which he sang in an episode of Angel.

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The Sky's Gonna Open

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Prologue

They're not quite sure how it all happened. They know that there was chanting involved, black candles, weird, smoky smells, not a small amount of blood, and dead and missing people, but that's all. That, and black magic.

But that stuff's not real…

Is it?

But…

One minute, they're yelling at Eliot over the coms, and the next, they have a hitter who looks like he should be in kindergarten.

That shit ain't normal, any which way you look at it.

(The slightly hysterical thought that they should at least be thankful that he's not in diapers does cross more than one member of the team's minds, though, if only for the reason that Nate's the only one who knows how to change a diaper or knows anything at all about babies and potty training. Eliot insists that he's not really a little kid, goddammit! But he does have a knee that needs band-aiding, thank you very much. And shut up, Hardison.)

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AN: This is much shorter than the rest of the chapters will be, but prologues are often very, very short, right? Are you hooked, at least?

Moving on…

To my fave anon. reviewer, Partypony (and those nosy people who like to read notes to people not themselves [I see you!])-

I wrote it! How about you get that account now, huh? *wink* That way people can't read our notes to each other and laugh at our combined silliness. (Did you read the review that said our notes were more entertaining than the story and thought we should write one together? See? Stuff like that happens when we air our insanity in public. Thank you, Bprice, by the way. I'm glad we were able provide such amusement. Purely unintentional, however. This is the way we - at least I - normally talk.) 'Tis more private if we use PMs. But if you prefer to do this out in the open, that's fine, too. To prove my sincerity on this matter, here's my reply to your last review on "Three Times," even though you said I don't have to:

Giant goofy grin - Was that in goo form again, or in humanoid form? I think I prefer the gooey version, since that way you get a good bit of alliteration from "goofy," "grin," and "goo" (but not from "giant" because that word makes a "juh" sound)…Eliot is totally domesticated. I mean, he cooks, and you can bet he fusses at the team about eating their veggies even in canon (just like he does in my stories). He has a garden (also canon). Seriously…Domesticated lion? I always see him more as a wolf, but that's probably all the wolf names in Chris Kane's previous roles making me think that (ex: Wick LOBO, Abe "High WOLF" Wheeler, and then there's the WAHYA, which is "wolf" in Cherokee, on his t-shirt in his music video…). Lion works, too, though. Secondhand Lions…No, no! No cans in the microwave. Only the inside of the cans. You dump out the Spaghetti-Os into a bowl and hit 1:30 (or whatever, depending on wattage - isn't it interesting how much "wattage" sounds like "cleavage"?) and it gets all nice and hot. *shifty eyes* What? It's normal college student cuisine, okay? Don't judge my Lindsey-esque cooking skills. Cooking is harder than magic…When Eliot said, "I hired a nurse," I was like, "Oh, okay. Makes sense." Then Hot Lips Houlihan turned up, and I was like, "No, Eliot. Bad." So I turned her into a Healer instead, turning "Stupid Eliot!" into "Smart, Sneaky Eliot"…Parker invades. It's in her nature. Poke-poke…It's just been the two of them against the world up until now, so when the team invades Eliot's life like some weird kind of in-laws or adopted family, Lindsey naturally gets a bit upset. His brother. His. *insert pout*…Ketchup - Aww, poor you. It was supposed to be one of those things in fiction to make people laugh where one character does it and the other gets huffy/upset. I didn't know people really did that. I don't even put ketchup on fries, so I probably wouldn't dump it on your pork chops. :D …Carrot cookie brownies, you mean? That part is important. The cookie part. Bruce the fluffy lavender plot bunny loves them…I can imagine Eliot meeting Angel: "You're how old and you're still acting like an emo teenager? Grow up. And Linny, stop provoking him. I swear, I'm talkin' to a coupla little boys." Uh-oh, go away, Brucie!...Yeah, poor Mrs. McDonald. But she was one tough lady, so she was okay…Revenge? Yeah, well, just read this and see how both the team and the brotherly dynamics change when Eliot is age-regressed.

So since this is possibly the last note pass unless you decide not to get an account (which is okay, too, no pressure), so long and thanks for all the fish! *giggle* I think that fic might be one of the few on this site where the reviews page gets as much traffic as the actual story. :P

And how about that? My Author's Notes are longer than the chapter. Shame on me. It was only a joke before, but it literally turned out that way.