Title: Moving On
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chaletian
Fandom: Leverage
Spoilers: None
Summary: A death throws the Leverage team off-balance. Death!fic.
They’ve been working as a team a couple of months when the cops arrive at the Leverage office. Nate takes them into his office. He’s alert, on edge. Doesn’t know which of their scams to date has brought the police to their door. But then one of the cops shuffles his feet, and the other one tucks his thumbs into his belt, and Nate knows it’s not about that.
“What’s happened?” he asks, sharply.
One of the cops gets some paperwork out of his back pocket, and clears his throat. “I have some bad news about one of your employees, Mr Ford.”
…
Nate sits in his office. It’s night time. He’s left the lamp off, but the city lights still slide through the slanted blind. He has a glass in his hand, sips from it as the door opens. It’s Sophie. He can smell her perfume.
“He was a good kid,” he says without turning round.
“He was a thief,” says Sophie. Her voice is sharp, but he knows she doesn’t mean it.
“Doesn’t mean his heart wasn’t in the right place.”
“You can’t get maudlin over it, Nate. It wasn’t your fault – he got hit by a truck, for God’s sake!”
Nate shrugs, pours himself another drink. Sophie tries to take the bottle, but his hand closes around it and in the end she gives up and walks out.
…
“He won last year’s July 4th sack race,” announces Parker. Alec Hardison looked across at her.
“What?”
“At the company picnic. Last year. It said so in the newsletter.”
“What?”
Parker’s face screws up suspiciously. “I bet he cheated. He’s not a sack race natural.”
“You do know those were fake, right? Parker?”
“I’m just saying. He definitely cheated. That’s my race.”
“Okaay. Parker. You know when we set up this office and…”
“IT’S. MY. RACE.”
“Yes. You’re right. He cheated. It was a travesty of justice.”
Parker smiles, and settles herself back down on the sofa, grabbing a handful of forgotten popcorn. “Damn straight it was.”
Hardison rolls his eyes. “Twenty pounds of crazy in a five pound bag,” he says, then wishes he hadn’t.
…
Sophie’s the last to leave, and she takes a last look at the ridiculous portrait Hardison made. She closes the door, and wishes that this venture could have worked. It had been fun while it lasted, but Eliot’s death had ruined the balance of their skills, had ruined Nate’s recovery, had ruined Leverage. The door clicks closed and she moves on.
Author:
chaletianFandom: Leverage
Spoilers: None
Summary: A death throws the Leverage team off-balance. Death!fic.
They’ve been working as a team a couple of months when the cops arrive at the Leverage office. Nate takes them into his office. He’s alert, on edge. Doesn’t know which of their scams to date has brought the police to their door. But then one of the cops shuffles his feet, and the other one tucks his thumbs into his belt, and Nate knows it’s not about that.
“What’s happened?” he asks, sharply.
One of the cops gets some paperwork out of his back pocket, and clears his throat. “I have some bad news about one of your employees, Mr Ford.”
…
Nate sits in his office. It’s night time. He’s left the lamp off, but the city lights still slide through the slanted blind. He has a glass in his hand, sips from it as the door opens. It’s Sophie. He can smell her perfume.
“He was a good kid,” he says without turning round.
“He was a thief,” says Sophie. Her voice is sharp, but he knows she doesn’t mean it.
“Doesn’t mean his heart wasn’t in the right place.”
“You can’t get maudlin over it, Nate. It wasn’t your fault – he got hit by a truck, for God’s sake!”
Nate shrugs, pours himself another drink. Sophie tries to take the bottle, but his hand closes around it and in the end she gives up and walks out.
…
“He won last year’s July 4th sack race,” announces Parker. Alec Hardison looked across at her.
“What?”
“At the company picnic. Last year. It said so in the newsletter.”
“What?”
Parker’s face screws up suspiciously. “I bet he cheated. He’s not a sack race natural.”
“You do know those were fake, right? Parker?”
“I’m just saying. He definitely cheated. That’s my race.”
“Okaay. Parker. You know when we set up this office and…”
“IT’S. MY. RACE.”
“Yes. You’re right. He cheated. It was a travesty of justice.”
Parker smiles, and settles herself back down on the sofa, grabbing a handful of forgotten popcorn. “Damn straight it was.”
Hardison rolls his eyes. “Twenty pounds of crazy in a five pound bag,” he says, then wishes he hadn’t.
…
Sophie’s the last to leave, and she takes a last look at the ridiculous portrait Hardison made. She closes the door, and wishes that this venture could have worked. It had been fun while it lasted, but Eliot’s death had ruined the balance of their skills, had ruined Nate’s recovery, had ruined Leverage. The door clicks closed and she moves on.
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