A/N: I've been on a Leverage high recently… I have all these great ideas for stories about our favorite criminals and I've been going nuts trying to write them down. So, this is a short Parker/Hardison piece I've been longing to write. Actually, I'm surprised no one's written about it yet.
P.S. This is one of my first times writing first person, so be nice.
When Nate asked me to hack a STORENKO, I couldn't believe my ears. It was like he asked me to invade a castle filled with fifty knights in shining armor armed with only a twig. It was impossible. There was no way.
But then he asked if I could do it. For Parker.
Parker…
My mind instantly called up an image of her giggling at me, her face shining in happiness. The sound of her laughter echoed in my racing mind as I considered Nate's words. Could I do it? For Parker?
But then I thought, "What if I never see her again?" I would never see her smile, her silky blonde hair, her big blue eyes. I would never hear her voice, her laughter, her soft tread on the carpet. I would never touch her again. I would never feel her soft, sweet lips pressed against mine, her small hands holding me close. And that made my heart race painfully in my chest. I didn't think I could survive without her.
This all raced through my head in the brief silence that followed Nate's question.
If saving Parker meant that I had to go storm a castle with my bare hands, then goddamnit I would do it. I realized that I would do anything. Everything. I would go in there and take on the STORENKO, no matter how impossible it was. I would do it. I would do it a hundred times. I would do anything.
All for Parker.
I nodded. Anything for Parker.
A/N: This is waaay shorter than what I usually write, but there was only a brief moment between Nate's question and Hardison's answer. Please review!