Fic: One Year On
Title: One Year On
Fandom: Leverage
Character: Cora
Word Count: 462
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of a canon character death
A/N: This was written for a challenge over at leverageland . It's something a bit different because we were asked to write a fic in the form of a diary entry.
Thanks to pippii who looked this over for me.
It’s been almost a year since Dad died, a week tomorrow, almost two years to the day since we lost Mom, since I started this diary. I can hardly believe it - how long it’s been and how long I’ve managed to keep the bar going. After the start I had, I was sure I’d have to sell up within a couple of months. I hope Dad’s proud.
Danny McCann came around yesterday, just to check that everything is okay and I told him things were good; there’d been no trouble, no loan sharks or anyone else trying to turn the place into their base again. He told me he’d stop by next week anyway, just in case. Dad’s friends are good like that. He doesn’t really need to come around - there’s already people upstairs looking out for me - but he still does.
He and Nate haven’t bumped into each other since the last time. Remember? The awkward moment where they actually really knocked their heads together trying to throw out a drunk? Neither of them has mentioned it yet.
Nate’s in the back room again now; if I wanted, I could get up from this table, cross the room and listen in. They’d never know. But they’re good people - whatever they do - so I’m going to do what I always do and give them
time. God knows, they’ve done plenty for me.
The others are in there, too. Sophie, who went away and then came back - I think there’s something happening between her and Nate but it’s not really my business. The cute one’s there, too. Eliot, or Ethan, or something. I don’t really like to ask - I think it’s better I don’t know because he gets in fights sometimes and I’d really hate to have to lie to Danny or any of Dad’s other friends.
It kind of reassures me having the cute one around; if anyone tried to hurt me, he’d probably be able to handle it. But what if he brings trouble to my door? I guess I just need to do what Dad used to, back in the days of Jimmy Ford and those guys: turn the other cheek and try not to worry. I mean, Nate wouldn’t put me in danger, right? I don’t think so.
I need to remember to order extra stock for next week; if it’s anything like last year, the anniversary of Dad’s death will be a busy night. It’s good; it means I’m kept busy and it means he’s remembered. I think he’d like that. God, he used to hate it when people called this place Jimmy’s place. Now it’s his and his alone, he’d be happy.
Next week’s going to be sad but it’s okay because I’m happy now. I’m happy.
Fandom: Leverage
Character: Cora
Word Count: 462
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of a canon character death
A/N: This was written for a challenge over at leverageland . It's something a bit different because we were asked to write a fic in the form of a diary entry.
Thanks to pippii who looked this over for me.
It’s been almost a year since Dad died, a week tomorrow, almost two years to the day since we lost Mom, since I started this diary. I can hardly believe it - how long it’s been and how long I’ve managed to keep the bar going. After the start I had, I was sure I’d have to sell up within a couple of months. I hope Dad’s proud.
Danny McCann came around yesterday, just to check that everything is okay and I told him things were good; there’d been no trouble, no loan sharks or anyone else trying to turn the place into their base again. He told me he’d stop by next week anyway, just in case. Dad’s friends are good like that. He doesn’t really need to come around - there’s already people upstairs looking out for me - but he still does.
He and Nate haven’t bumped into each other since the last time. Remember? The awkward moment where they actually really knocked their heads together trying to throw out a drunk? Neither of them has mentioned it yet.
Nate’s in the back room again now; if I wanted, I could get up from this table, cross the room and listen in. They’d never know. But they’re good people - whatever they do - so I’m going to do what I always do and give them
time. God knows, they’ve done plenty for me.
The others are in there, too. Sophie, who went away and then came back - I think there’s something happening between her and Nate but it’s not really my business. The cute one’s there, too. Eliot, or Ethan, or something. I don’t really like to ask - I think it’s better I don’t know because he gets in fights sometimes and I’d really hate to have to lie to Danny or any of Dad’s other friends.
It kind of reassures me having the cute one around; if anyone tried to hurt me, he’d probably be able to handle it. But what if he brings trouble to my door? I guess I just need to do what Dad used to, back in the days of Jimmy Ford and those guys: turn the other cheek and try not to worry. I mean, Nate wouldn’t put me in danger, right? I don’t think so.
I need to remember to order extra stock for next week; if it’s anything like last year, the anniversary of Dad’s death will be a busy night. It’s good; it means I’m kept busy and it means he’s remembered. I think he’d like that. God, he used to hate it when people called this place Jimmy’s place. Now it’s his and his alone, he’d be happy.
Next week’s going to be sad but it’s okay because I’m happy now. I’m happy.