Leveraging Some Fun
Title:Leveraging Some Fun
Author: Maeve Bran
Fandom: Leverage
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Leverage, I'm just using them for some unprofitable fun. Nor do I own “In the Darkness” that belongs to Christian Kane and Steve Carlson.
Notes: Set after 1.8 of Leverage “The Bank Shot Job”.
Summary: While Nate recovers from being shot the team has some down time.
Word Count: 482
“So what are we going to do?” Hardison asked the others scattered around the conference room.
“What do you mean?” Eliot asked barely looking up from the game on the briefing screens.
“Nate is out of commission for the next week or so,” Hardison explained.
“Yeah. So?” Lindsey asked, he took a swig of his beer as he watched the game.
“So, we finally have some time off. Why don't we go some where?” Hardison said.
“Who's going where?” asked Parker as she came in and sprawled in a chair.
“No one,” Lindsey answered.
“Not yet,” Hardison clarified. “But we could.”
“Do you have any suggestions?” Parker asked suddenly interested.
“I was thinking about Vegas,” Hardison suggested. “I wanted to play a little poker.”
“I could do with some high stakes poker,” Eliot agreed.
“There's a 'friend' I should visit there,” Lindsey said with quote marks around the word friend.
“I'd like to meet your friend,” Parker said.
In less than an hour, Eliot, Parker, Lindsey, and Hardison were on a plane to Vegas. They had checked into a three bedroom suite in the Tropicana and Hardison and Eliot were at a poker table before diner.
Lindsey and Parker sat at a table in the back of the main theater at the hotel. Parker was entranced by the green man with horns who was preforming on stage.
“So he's a . . .” Parker started.
“Yep. An anagogic. He sees a person's destiny when they sing,” Lindsey said.
“He's a good friend of yours?” Parker asked.
“Not really. Last I saw he was shooting me,” Lindsey said blithely to mask the pain.
“Then why are we here?” Parker asked.
“Because it was tearing him apart on the inside,” Lindsey explained. “Since I have become one of the good guys and I'm here, I might as well relieve him of his guilt.”
After the show, Lindsey and Parker were able to sneak into Lorne's dressing room
“Long time no see, Lorne,” Lindsey said as a greeting.
Lorne nearly choked on his Sea Breeze. 'The Scheming Prince? I thought . . .”
“You thought you'd killed me, yeah, I get that,” Lindsey said. “Did you think to see if I had a bulletproof vest on?”
“No. I can't say that occurred to me,” Lorne said. “So what brings you here?”
“I was in town and thought you might appreciate knowing that you didn't actually kill for Angel,” Lindsey said.
“That all?” Lorne asked with some disbelief.
“I'll prove it,” Lindsey said before he started to sing.
“'Cause I've been hell on wheels for days now
There ain't a shade of red I can't paint”
“Ok. I get it. You're helping the helpless in your own way,” Lorne said with a smile. “Thanks for stopping by. If I need you I know where to find you.”
Lindsey smiled as he and Parker left. It felt good to find Lorne so forgiving.
Author: Maeve Bran
Fandom: Leverage
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Leverage, I'm just using them for some unprofitable fun. Nor do I own “In the Darkness” that belongs to Christian Kane and Steve Carlson.
Notes: Set after 1.8 of Leverage “The Bank Shot Job”.
Summary: While Nate recovers from being shot the team has some down time.
Word Count: 482
“So what are we going to do?” Hardison asked the others scattered around the conference room.
“What do you mean?” Eliot asked barely looking up from the game on the briefing screens.
“Nate is out of commission for the next week or so,” Hardison explained.
“Yeah. So?” Lindsey asked, he took a swig of his beer as he watched the game.
“So, we finally have some time off. Why don't we go some where?” Hardison said.
“Who's going where?” asked Parker as she came in and sprawled in a chair.
“No one,” Lindsey answered.
“Not yet,” Hardison clarified. “But we could.”
“Do you have any suggestions?” Parker asked suddenly interested.
“I was thinking about Vegas,” Hardison suggested. “I wanted to play a little poker.”
“I could do with some high stakes poker,” Eliot agreed.
“There's a 'friend' I should visit there,” Lindsey said with quote marks around the word friend.
“I'd like to meet your friend,” Parker said.
In less than an hour, Eliot, Parker, Lindsey, and Hardison were on a plane to Vegas. They had checked into a three bedroom suite in the Tropicana and Hardison and Eliot were at a poker table before diner.
Lindsey and Parker sat at a table in the back of the main theater at the hotel. Parker was entranced by the green man with horns who was preforming on stage.
“So he's a . . .” Parker started.
“Yep. An anagogic. He sees a person's destiny when they sing,” Lindsey said.
“He's a good friend of yours?” Parker asked.
“Not really. Last I saw he was shooting me,” Lindsey said blithely to mask the pain.
“Then why are we here?” Parker asked.
“Because it was tearing him apart on the inside,” Lindsey explained. “Since I have become one of the good guys and I'm here, I might as well relieve him of his guilt.”
After the show, Lindsey and Parker were able to sneak into Lorne's dressing room
“Long time no see, Lorne,” Lindsey said as a greeting.
Lorne nearly choked on his Sea Breeze. 'The Scheming Prince? I thought . . .”
“You thought you'd killed me, yeah, I get that,” Lindsey said. “Did you think to see if I had a bulletproof vest on?”
“No. I can't say that occurred to me,” Lorne said. “So what brings you here?”
“I was in town and thought you might appreciate knowing that you didn't actually kill for Angel,” Lindsey said.
“That all?” Lorne asked with some disbelief.
“I'll prove it,” Lindsey said before he started to sing.
“'Cause I've been hell on wheels for days now
There ain't a shade of red I can't paint”
“Ok. I get it. You're helping the helpless in your own way,” Lorne said with a smile. “Thanks for stopping by. If I need you I know where to find you.”
Lindsey smiled as he and Parker left. It felt good to find Lorne so forgiving.