Life Lessons
Author: emocezi
Title: Life Lessons
Wordcount: 391
Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage or Human Target nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: I was at work and got hit with a plot bunny of Parker lifting Guerrero's wallet and getting caught, cause let's be honest here. No one steals Guerrero's wallet unless he wants them too. Got it in under 500 words. Damn I'm good.
It was a quiet sunny afternoon and Parker for once, had no where to be. Nate hadn't called her for a meeting, they didn't have any clients scheduled, and there wasn't anything that had caught her eye in the last little while. It felt strange to be doing nothing.
Rather then sit around and count her money she decided to head out, just walking where ever her feet took her. Not having a destination always made the trip more exciting, because you never knew where you were going to end up.
She'd been outside for ten minutes when she spotted him. The man seemed out of it, talking on his cell phone to someone, saying dude and bro every five words. The closer he got to her she could see that he had funny little glasses, almost like the ones in Harry Potter.
It was pure reaction that had her bumping into the guy and sliding her fingers into his pocket to lift his wallet, only this time, when she pulled back his hand was wrapped around her wrist. He dug his thumb into the nerve cluster at the base of her palm and her hand opened automatically. His wallet dropped and he scooped it up before it could hit the ground and without taking the phone away from his ear.
“I'm in a generous mood today so I'm just going to give you a warning. Normally I'd take your pinkie as a life lesson in not being caught.”
“But...I...”
“I could feel you lifting my wallet. Sloppy work.”
“Who are you?” The man simply looked at her out of steel coloured eyes. Parker stared back at him awkwardly, unsure of how to react.
“What...no I wasn't talking to you. Bro, cool it, I'll be there in ten minutes. You're worse then Illsa sometimes.” He walked off and Parker leaned back against the wall, letting out a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding. Her gut told her she'd barely gotten out of a bad situation. The man had cat eyes, ruthless ones. He'd have no qualms in taking her pinkie as a warning.
Parker looked down at her finger and wiggled the smallest finger, shivering once and then moving on. Other marks to hit, other people to steal from. The day wasn't over yet.
Title: Life Lessons
Wordcount: 391
Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage or Human Target nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: I was at work and got hit with a plot bunny of Parker lifting Guerrero's wallet and getting caught, cause let's be honest here. No one steals Guerrero's wallet unless he wants them too. Got it in under 500 words. Damn I'm good.
It was a quiet sunny afternoon and Parker for once, had no where to be. Nate hadn't called her for a meeting, they didn't have any clients scheduled, and there wasn't anything that had caught her eye in the last little while. It felt strange to be doing nothing.
Rather then sit around and count her money she decided to head out, just walking where ever her feet took her. Not having a destination always made the trip more exciting, because you never knew where you were going to end up.
She'd been outside for ten minutes when she spotted him. The man seemed out of it, talking on his cell phone to someone, saying dude and bro every five words. The closer he got to her she could see that he had funny little glasses, almost like the ones in Harry Potter.
It was pure reaction that had her bumping into the guy and sliding her fingers into his pocket to lift his wallet, only this time, when she pulled back his hand was wrapped around her wrist. He dug his thumb into the nerve cluster at the base of her palm and her hand opened automatically. His wallet dropped and he scooped it up before it could hit the ground and without taking the phone away from his ear.
“I'm in a generous mood today so I'm just going to give you a warning. Normally I'd take your pinkie as a life lesson in not being caught.”
“But...I...”
“I could feel you lifting my wallet. Sloppy work.”
“Who are you?” The man simply looked at her out of steel coloured eyes. Parker stared back at him awkwardly, unsure of how to react.
“What...no I wasn't talking to you. Bro, cool it, I'll be there in ten minutes. You're worse then Illsa sometimes.” He walked off and Parker leaned back against the wall, letting out a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding. Her gut told her she'd barely gotten out of a bad situation. The man had cat eyes, ruthless ones. He'd have no qualms in taking her pinkie as a warning.
Parker looked down at her finger and wiggled the smallest finger, shivering once and then moving on. Other marks to hit, other people to steal from. The day wasn't over yet.