Written for the Nate/ Sophie Fication

Rating: G

Prompt: Xanadu

Disclaimer: I do not know Leverage, please don’t sue, I just got done with my college orientation and realizing I am going to have NO money for a LONG time.

Sophie felt her tensions dissipate as the cool, damp sent of freshly turned soil filled her nostrils and the space under ( Read more... )

Disclaimer: I do not know Leverage, please don’t sue, I just got done with my college orientation and realizing I am going to have NO money for a LONG time.

Rain drummed in a steady 4/4 time against his window. Nate sat at the piano, fingers resting lightly on the ivory keys, slightly yellowed and very worn. This piano made his music, this ( Read more... )

Prompt 98: Star

“Nero Wolfe, My Name is Earl, We certainly have the spectrum.” Holly quipped as she and Eliot returned the spoils of the team’s Friday night movie binge. Eliot dropped The Lady Killers into the queue.

“What are you saying?”

“I dunno.” Holly shrugged, season two of Buffy following season three of Coupling down the shoot. “We went from ( Read more... )

Sunday was Easter, and not that I'm religious and don't do anything on Christian Holidays but I was not home, we went to my grandmother's saturday afternoon and did not get home until ten. I was exausted, so no post. Sorry.

Prompt 96: Temptation

“You never cheated on her Nate.”

“Tempted.”

“No, you weren’t.”

The roof tops of Paris had an air all their ( Read more... )

Prompt 91: Nightmare

“Papa?” Mary Violet’s soft voice woke Nero. His little girl was standing in the ajar door, clutching her stuffed rabbit for dear life. Tears staining her cheeks. Nero sat up in bed, making room between himself and Georgiana.

“What is it Mary Violet?” he asked as she climbed over him and into her nest. She curled into him, ( Read more... )

Prompt 89: Bittersweet

He now knew how Sherlock felt lo those many years before as he walked his little girl down the aisle. The music swelled, Mary Violet looked up at him, his baby a beautiful bride. She wore her mother’s gown and her mother’s smile. They headed towards the alter.

“I love you papa.” She whispered. Suddenly she was eight, his ( Read more... )

Prompt 87: Journey

She’d lived on this earth 21 years. But her life was that of a 120 year old. She’d only had six years choosing her own way. Her life’s journey was not her own. Her experiences were both vast and minuscule. She had lived, and yet she hadn’t. And then she met Eliot.

He had three years on her, but three times more life. She’d been ( Read more... )

Prompt 84: Storm

No one thought she would be the first to walk. No one. Sophie and Nate were Mom and Dad. But storm clouds were gathering.

“Is that really all I am to you?” Sophie’s voice thundered. “Some sort of vending machine for affection you put a little in and get all that you want out? Am I only here for your use?”

“Sophie it’s not like that ( Read more... )

Prompt 81: Thunder

The thunder didn’t wake him; a loud noise in London was nothing to disturb your slumber over. No, what woke him was not the pane rattling boom that followed lightning. No, instead what woke him was the nearly inaudible sound of small bare feet on wood.

“Pater?” Georgiana whispered. Sherlock looked to the ajar door his daughter ( Read more... )

Prompt 77: Week

Had it only been a week? A week? She walked into their office, gave them a dorky little wave and boom she was in their life. Taking over Nate’s office, delivering facts after the briefest of observations, bringing up the past between Nate and Sophie. She was there geeking with Hardison and needling Parker. Turning their lives upside ( Read more... )