Fanfic, Title: Student, Fandom: Leverage

Dec 15, 2008 21:27

Title: Student
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implications of evil people? Talk about medical stuff? This part’s surprisingly tame… Oh, and brief violence. Minor violence. No one even dies.
Characters/Pairings: Nathan, random flashback OMC, mentions of Nathan’s son (does he have a name?)
Disclaimer: They’re mine, all mine! *cackles* Or, you know, they’re TNT’s and I’m just borrowing them. One of the two.
Feedback: Is loved beyond all reason.
Summary: Who would believe that the White Knight chose a thief over his own son?
Notes: Follows Barcode, Puzzle and Offer. I had planned to post this tomorrow, but it works out anyway, and it gives me another day to write the plotty part.


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When he’d first chased Eliot Spencer five years ago, Nathan had had a team set up to work with him. He hadn’t been the one to profile Eliot; he’d gotten the dossier handed to him. It was thin for such a notorious criminal, thanks in large part (as Nathan had discovered) the seventeen-year gap in the retrieval specialist’s life story.

Tracing his life past that seventeen-year gap without the help of a computer specialist proved to be a difficult task. Nathan didn’t get any sleep that night, opting instead to continue filling in the blanks left in the file.

Then he stopped, realization dawning.

You’ve got to be kidding me, he thought.

Fate was a cruel bitch.

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His son was dying, and his insurance wouldn’t pay. They had promised to pay for his treatment on one condition: that he come out of retirement from their agreement and do one more retrieval.

What was he supposed to say? He’d held out for weeks, but he wouldn’t let his son die. So he met their representative.

“Here’s the info,” the man said, holding out the folder. “Your son’s medical payments will be automatically covered when you finish the retrieval.”

Nathan took the folder and flipped through it, skimming each page. Intelligence off the scale, trained to kill, current name Josiah Winters… His fingers tightened so much they crumpled the folder when he saw the beginning of the ‘student’s’ biography.

“Parents,” he breathed. He skimmed further down and saw-“First retrieved at age six.”

He looked up at the middleman. “Retrieved?”

The man nodded, not looking at all sorry. “He was retrieved so that he wouldn’t become a danger. Then he escaped. Now-”

“No!” Nathan threw the file at him; it fell on the ground, upside down and open but staying clipped together. “You wanted me to run for our agreement one more time. Fine. But our agreement was that I deal only with Children! No Students!”

“It’s one person, Mr. Ford.” The man didn’t look shaken at all. “And he’s hardly free. He’s been in the Agency for seventeen years. His whole life is with us. He’s barely out; do you really think he’d survive anyway?”

“I don’t care!” Nathan shouted. “No Students! That was the deal! Find someone else!”

“Think of your son, Mr. Ford.”

That was it. Nathan stepped forward and punched the intermediary in the jaw. He could feel the crack of bone as well as hear it. The man fell back, clutching at his cheek. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Don’t talk about my son,” Nathan told him, voice eerily calm.

And he left.

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“No way,” he whispered. “It can’t be…”

But it had to be. Retrieved at age six, in the Agency for seventeen years, trained to kill. He might as well have stamped Eliot’s name on the description.

He swallowed hard. It would be much easier to check this than it had been to trace Eliot's entire history. All he needed was to find a connection between then-Josiah Winters and now-Eliot Spencer.

As it turned out, that was terrifyingly easy to find.

rating: pg, pairing: nathan/eliot, entry: fanfic, character: nathan ford, fic: wip, series: rogue, fandom: leverage

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