Three Leverage Comment Fics
Prompt #1
Leverage, Eliot & team, Eliot goes Goth for a con (Prompted by wendyr over at Comment Fic.)
Guy liner is the least of his problems.
Author: scorpoinmonkey
Rating: PG
Catagory: team!fic, Eliot-centric.
Eliot stared at Sophie.
"No."
"Oh, come on Eliot, it's not permanent."
"Sophie, my hair is already dark enough. I ain't dying it black."
As he was buttoning the black ruffled shirt Hardison got from, er, where ever Hardison got the team's costumes from, he motioned to the coffee table in Nate's living room with his elbow.
"See, I got the white powder make up, this shirt, some leather pants, boots with buckles AND zippers, and some black eye liner. I even shaved. I think I'll be good."
Sophie took a step closer to Eliot. "Well Eliot, since you won't paint your finger nails black or wear that claw ring and giant cross necklace, you're going to need something else to really sell this."
"Hey, this may be a con, but I got standards okay? No woman is gonna take me seriously in this get up as it is."
Before Sophie could formulate a response to that, Parker hopped into the room carrying a small, plastic, coffin shaped box.
"Hey, Hardison told me to give you this. 'S another piece of your costume, I think."
Parker tossed the box to Eliot, turned and made a bee line to Nate's kitchen.
Sophie tried to get a look at what was in Eliot's hand.
"What is it?"
Eliot opened the small plastic coffin and pulled out two small pointy pieces of ivory plastic. His face went red and his mouth pressed into a flat line, jaw muscles tense.
Sophie suppressed a snort. "Ooo, kinky. Fangs are a nice touch though. You'll fit right in at the club."
Eliot squeezed his eyes shut, his urge to punch his tech-savvy team mate rising exponentially.
"DAMN IT HARDISON!"
Prompt #2
Leverage, team, protect each other's weak spots, (Prompted by tigris_wolf over at Commentfic.)
The Domino Effect
Author: scorpoinmonkey
Rating: G
Catagory: team!fic
To Eliot, Hardison was a reminder that some problems could be solved without punching something.
To Parker, Sophie was a reminder that sometimes people were the way into a locked safe.
To Hardison, Eliot and Parker were a reminder that not all people were so bad. And, really, it wasn't so bad to have people around that he could share his geekiness with who didn't think that was the sum of him as a person.
To Sophie Nate was a reminder that helping people...well, helping people was it's own reward.
(The occasional payday wasn't so bad though.)
The Team.
To Nate they were a reminder that going through life alone, as logical a path as it may seem at this point, just wasn't worth it.
Oh, and he'd never admit it to any of them but he wouldn't trade waking up to Parker eating cereal over his face, or watching the game with Eliot, or coming down stairs in the middle of the night to the sounds of Hardison playing WoW on the big screens.
And Sophie...
They kept him from jumping off the wagon face first at 90 miles an hour.
They kept him from giving up.
Hitter. Hacker. Grifter. Theif. Mastermind.
Seprately they were all above-average criminals.
Together they were family.
Prompt#3
Leverage, team, they failed to persuade Nate back to the team during the Beantown Bailout job
(Prompted by ziplockeddaze over at Commentfic.)
Moving on is the best revenge.
Author: scorpoinmonkey
Rating: G
Catagory: AU!fic, Nate-centric.
It had been rough, but putting his life back together wasn't nearly as difficult as he thought. Sure, he lived above a bar, his father's local no less, but it was good to be remInded of the past now. It was a relief. He'd mannaged because he'd found that all it took was conning himself into taking that first step. Then, the next one, and the next one. All of the past became a distant thing. He was in control of when and how he remembered. It hurt to think of the darker moments, but ever since he'd gotten his revenge on Blackpoole, the weight on his heart was somehow easier to bare.
He was even back on speaking terms with Maggie. They weren't as close as they once were, but they were friends. He was happy for that. The last time they spoke was on Sam's birthday. It had been the worst day of the last year. He'd called her when he found himself downstairs in McRory's staring at a shot of Irish whiskey. By the time he hung up, there was a five dollar bill on top of the full glass.
Now he was sitting in his office at Boston Assurance reviewing a case that involved a missing van Gogh. He smiled.The van Gogh had dissapeared without setting off a single alarm. It wasn't until the painting was being rotated out for a routine cleaning that a curator had noticed it was a fake. Now Nate was being asked to find and secure the orignal. He shook his head, smile turning to a flat out grin. It smacked of the 'Mona Lisa' scam.
When he caught up with them again he'd have to thank them for keeping life interesting.
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Hope you like it! Leave a comment if you want. Constructive crit is always welcome!
Leverage, Eliot & team, Eliot goes Goth for a con (Prompted by wendyr over at Comment Fic.)
Guy liner is the least of his problems.
Author: scorpoinmonkey
Rating: PG
Catagory: team!fic, Eliot-centric.
Eliot stared at Sophie.
"No."
"Oh, come on Eliot, it's not permanent."
"Sophie, my hair is already dark enough. I ain't dying it black."
As he was buttoning the black ruffled shirt Hardison got from, er, where ever Hardison got the team's costumes from, he motioned to the coffee table in Nate's living room with his elbow.
"See, I got the white powder make up, this shirt, some leather pants, boots with buckles AND zippers, and some black eye liner. I even shaved. I think I'll be good."
Sophie took a step closer to Eliot. "Well Eliot, since you won't paint your finger nails black or wear that claw ring and giant cross necklace, you're going to need something else to really sell this."
"Hey, this may be a con, but I got standards okay? No woman is gonna take me seriously in this get up as it is."
Before Sophie could formulate a response to that, Parker hopped into the room carrying a small, plastic, coffin shaped box.
"Hey, Hardison told me to give you this. 'S another piece of your costume, I think."
Parker tossed the box to Eliot, turned and made a bee line to Nate's kitchen.
Sophie tried to get a look at what was in Eliot's hand.
"What is it?"
Eliot opened the small plastic coffin and pulled out two small pointy pieces of ivory plastic. His face went red and his mouth pressed into a flat line, jaw muscles tense.
Sophie suppressed a snort. "Ooo, kinky. Fangs are a nice touch though. You'll fit right in at the club."
Eliot squeezed his eyes shut, his urge to punch his tech-savvy team mate rising exponentially.
"DAMN IT HARDISON!"
Prompt #2
Leverage, team, protect each other's weak spots, (Prompted by tigris_wolf over at Commentfic.)
The Domino Effect
Author: scorpoinmonkey
Rating: G
Catagory: team!fic
To Eliot, Hardison was a reminder that some problems could be solved without punching something.
To Parker, Sophie was a reminder that sometimes people were the way into a locked safe.
To Hardison, Eliot and Parker were a reminder that not all people were so bad. And, really, it wasn't so bad to have people around that he could share his geekiness with who didn't think that was the sum of him as a person.
To Sophie Nate was a reminder that helping people...well, helping people was it's own reward.
(The occasional payday wasn't so bad though.)
The Team.
To Nate they were a reminder that going through life alone, as logical a path as it may seem at this point, just wasn't worth it.
Oh, and he'd never admit it to any of them but he wouldn't trade waking up to Parker eating cereal over his face, or watching the game with Eliot, or coming down stairs in the middle of the night to the sounds of Hardison playing WoW on the big screens.
And Sophie...
They kept him from jumping off the wagon face first at 90 miles an hour.
They kept him from giving up.
Hitter. Hacker. Grifter. Theif. Mastermind.
Seprately they were all above-average criminals.
Together they were family.
Prompt#3
Leverage, team, they failed to persuade Nate back to the team during the Beantown Bailout job
(Prompted by ziplockeddaze over at Commentfic.)
Moving on is the best revenge.
Author: scorpoinmonkey
Rating: G
Catagory: AU!fic, Nate-centric.
It had been rough, but putting his life back together wasn't nearly as difficult as he thought. Sure, he lived above a bar, his father's local no less, but it was good to be remInded of the past now. It was a relief. He'd mannaged because he'd found that all it took was conning himself into taking that first step. Then, the next one, and the next one. All of the past became a distant thing. He was in control of when and how he remembered. It hurt to think of the darker moments, but ever since he'd gotten his revenge on Blackpoole, the weight on his heart was somehow easier to bare.
He was even back on speaking terms with Maggie. They weren't as close as they once were, but they were friends. He was happy for that. The last time they spoke was on Sam's birthday. It had been the worst day of the last year. He'd called her when he found himself downstairs in McRory's staring at a shot of Irish whiskey. By the time he hung up, there was a five dollar bill on top of the full glass.
Now he was sitting in his office at Boston Assurance reviewing a case that involved a missing van Gogh. He smiled.The van Gogh had dissapeared without setting off a single alarm. It wasn't until the painting was being rotated out for a routine cleaning that a curator had noticed it was a fake. Now Nate was being asked to find and secure the orignal. He shook his head, smile turning to a flat out grin. It smacked of the 'Mona Lisa' scam.
When he caught up with them again he'd have to thank them for keeping life interesting.
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Hope you like it! Leave a comment if you want. Constructive crit is always welcome!