This fanfic also includes Nate, but I don't know how to get his name on the thingie. I am new at this people! This doesn't include slash, lemon, or inappropriate activities of any kind. I don't do those. This is just regular leverage misadventures and my honest enjoyment of screwing up my favorite characters to my favorite TV show. Also, Eliot is my favorite of my favorites but I tried to keep the focus off of just him. Sorry if I didn't do so good with that. Rated T for safety.

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The client was a doctor named Catelyn Ebenezer. She came into McRory's as a nervous wreck. It turned out she was creating a formula that can strengthen and replenish the cells in someone's skin. The formula was currently a gas and it was completely unstable. The company that she worked for, Resolutions Co., stole her product and tried to kill her. She barely escaped and immediately went to McRory's. Their job was to get her formula back in her hands and to shut the company down.

The Resolutions Co. Building.

"Hardison, hurry up! We don't have all day!" Eliot whisper yelled.

"I'm going as fast as I can. Ya'll got no appreciation. None. You people think all I'm doing is pressing little keys in front of a black screen with little green ones and zeroes. It ain't that easy. I mean- alright we're in." Eliot grunted his acknowledgement and opened the door.

"Where's Parker?" Hardison asked as the door opened. Parker was in the middle of the short hallway going for the room with the can.

"You guys were taking too long." She said with a shrug when they gave her a look.

"Focus on the job at hand, children." Nate said. "Sophie how's everything going?" Luckily, the mark, Victor Davidson, was asking how she was feeling."Oh, everything is positively fine, dear. Now let's not get ahead of ourselves." Laughing was heard in the background and if anyone heard Nate's growl, no one said anything. Eliot finished with one unlucky guard and the three of them walked inside the room. Wait. There were three canisters. Dr. Ebenezer said that she only had a little. Eliot narrowed his eyes. There was supposed to be one small can not three Parker-sized can-ist-ers.

"They must have duplicated the solution to make more," Hardison said as if reading Eliot's mind.

"Duplicated what? What's the problem?" Nate spoke over the comms.

"There's three canisters man. Three. One was enough. How the heck are we supposed to get those things out of the building full of security guards without being noticed?"

"Hardison!" Parker whispered from across the room.

"Less talking more lifting." She scolded. Hardison tried to pick one up with little success.

"These things are heavy." He panted. Parker helped him drag it out of the room. Eliot was about to do the same when he sensed someone behind him. He whipped around to see one of the guards trying to sneak up on him. They started fighting but the match was short. All it took was an elbow to his face and a front kick to the solar plexus. Eliot would have seen where he landed but Parker and Hardison was calling for his help. Soon enough, they were down to the last canister which was open. And almost empty. The three stood there looking at their problem as if the slightest movement would cause them to die.

"Wait a second. You're tellin' me that we've been inhaling this unstable, untested, AND UNSAFE GAS?" He yelled. Honestly, Eliot and Parker felt like screaming as well. Who knows the effect that that could have on them.

"Shut up Hardison!" Eliot said instead as he took out a roll of duct tape. He started wrapping it around the large can. Hardison and Parker watched while Eliot worked. Soon, it was completely covered.

"Wow." Hardison said. "I shall never doubt rednecks and the power of duct tape again." And together, they brought the last canister to Lucille.

"'Re you callin' me a redneck?"

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Nate and Sophie walked into McRory's, expecting their 'kids' to follow. When they didn't hear Eliot and Hardison arguing over the simplest things or Parker telling them about something that she stole, and then put back immediately because she's a good guy now, they turned to the door. They still had their earpieces in but they didn't hear anything. Not even from Hardison. Suddenly, a groan was heard. They knew it was one of their team, but it didn't sound like it. The two elders of the team ran to Lucille and opened the back doors. They were met with three children. Two presumably sleeping and one, he was darker than the others, feeling his face and then quickly opening a Squeeze! soda that used to be in a secret compartment that only tbe members of Leverage knew about.

"The only one who knows how to access that is-"

"Hardison." Nate finished for Sophie. Hardison turned to Sophie and Nate with a look of shock on his face.

"I'm a kid. Why am I a kid?!" He started freaking out. That seemed to wake the other two up. Parker sat up with a gasp.

"You guys are big." She stated as if they were talking about the weather. Eliot rolled over and groaned. He sat up, hair getting in his face. A look of confusion passed over his face as he looked at Nate and Sophie. Then Parker and Hardison. He then realized what happened.

"Oh, fweakin' cwap," He said.

"Are you three alright?" Nate asked. Eliot, Hardison and Parker nodded.

"Let's get inside. It's much cooler and we can have sandwiches." Sophie said.

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Eliot sat four plates of sandwiches in front of his teammates. Hardison searched his for ketchup.

"Hey, where's the ketchup?" He asked.

"Ya ain't gettin any. I can't weach the cabnits."

He pointed to the cabinets and sat down as well. Nate and Sophie was sitting across from the children. Parker looked distracted, Eliot was rocking side to side subconsciously and Hardison was focused on chomping his ketchup-less sandwich.

"Okay. In order to fix this problem we need to find out how you three turned into children."

"I felt silly. And then I woke up as really little." Parker stated.

"Me too!" Hardison said. They looked at Eliot. He blinked before saying,

"Same as dem. It coulda been da gas."

"What do you mean, 'It could've been the gas'? What gas?" Sophie asked.

"Ohhh, the gas!" Parker said, getting it.

"What gas?" Nate asked. This was getting annoying.

"Ohhh- see now that makes sense!" Hardison said.

"What gas?!" Nate and Sophie exclaimed.

"Geez, we'we tawkin 'bout da stuff dowctow Nezzy made. One of da can dingies opened an' we smelt it. It didn't smewll like anydin' dough."

"Alright. Sophie, you go shopping for things Eliot, Hardison and Parker might need. I'll contact Dr. Ebenezer and stay here to watch these three."

"On it." Sophie said as she grabbed her bag.

"Nate, I'm bored." Parker whined. There wasn't anything to do around here.

"First I'm gonna call Dr. Ebenezer, then we're gonna play a game." Nate said, grabbing the phone.

"Why do we have to do this? I wanna go steal somethin'!" Parker whined.

"Yeah! Why do we hafta sit hewe?"

"We gotta listen to him." Hardison said from the corner of the room. "He's older than us."

"Thank you Hardis-"

"Much older. He's much much much much much older. He's like, ancient. Like, a thousand bagillion years old kinda older. Like, older than Papa smurf older. Like-"

"We get it Hardison- Yes, Mrs. Ebenezer? It's me, Nathan Ford... Yeah we have a situation... Yeah we're gonna need you to come to McRory's... Yes... Alright, see you there." After they took her as a client, Eliot made it his business to keep her safe. She was currently staying in one of his top secret safe houses.

"So what are we gonna do Nate?" Hardison asked. Nate stared at his three new problems. I mean blessings... Nah I mean problems. Eliot, who was sitting, looked about two years old. His little crossed arms were covered by his red jacket which was dragging on the floor like a wedding dress five sizes too big. His thick and messy chestnut colored bangs covered almost all of his two grey-blue eyes which were partaking in his glare slash pout. He had freckles dotting his face, and noticeable eyelashes, at least for a boy. He was half Parker's hight. Maybe a little shorter. Parker, who looked six or seven, was wearing her white 'I heart pretzels' shirt that now dragged on the floor. she had shaggy blonde hair that came to the small of her back and pink little lips. Her wide blue-grey eyes looked impatient and bored and she had a missing tooth. She was sitting on the arm of the couch next to Eliot. Hardison looked nine. Maybe ten. He had a semi afro going on and intelligent brown eyes stared patiently at him. His blue Polo shirt covered his feet and he sat on Eliot's other side, tongue sticking out and game controller in his hands.

"Nate," Parker said. the waiting and silence seemed to be agonizing to her.

"Umm, who wants to play chess?" He got two bland faces and the continuance of the video game in return. The memories were painful, yes, but Nate had to find something to entertain these three. Eliot would go to sharpening knives when he's bored, Parker would try to jump off a building -or a skyscraper-, and Hardison might try to hack the white house. Again.

"How about we play a game?" Two tiny faces lit up like Christmas lights. The loathsome game paused.

"Hide 'n seek?!" Parker exclaimed. She started diving under random objects. Hardison ran around Nate.

"Tag?!" When Eliot didn't throw out a suggestion for a game to play, Nate turned to him.

"What do you want to play Eliot?" He asked. From where Nate was, he couldn't see Eliot's face. But he guessed the fact that he was leaning uncomfortably to the side with his head resting on the arm of the couch where Parker was just moments before, could have been a clue that he was asleep. He laid awkwardly, to where Nate knew that when he woke up, his side would hurt. His hands were under his head like a makeshift pillow and one of them, the left one, was hanging off. Most of his hair was in his face but Nate could see his closed eyes if he stood closer and looked hard. He was also breathing heavily.

"Eliot?" He asked. If Eliot was really sleeping, Nate would have to find a way to wake him up. If he didn't, he might wake up in the middle of the night which wasn't good. An angry cranky little Eliot in the middle of the night? Nate was pretty sure that was more dangerous than an angry Eliot at regular age. He gently shook him.

"Eliot, you awake?" The exhausted little boy shifted and snuggled deeper into the couch pillow.

"Eliot, wake up." Eliot growled and shooed Nate away. It only took a few more tries before Eliot was sitting up, drooping eyes glaring daggers at Nate.

"Do you want to play a game Eliot?" Nate asked.

"No." Eliot growled.

"How about a movie?" Parker squealed. Before long, Hardison had the TV set up.

"So what kind of movie do we want to watch?" Nate asked, not yet getting that the three in front of him don't agree on anything.

"Sci fi!" Hardison yelled

"Thieves!" Parker screamed.

"Axshen! No, Cowboys! No wait Axshen cowboys!" Eliot exclaimed, forgetting about his sleepiness. Nate found a movie that was about cowboy robbers that came in contact with aliens when they tried to destroy earth. The movie was a big let down and even a four year old could tell everything was fake but Nate was happy to know that the children enjoyed making fun of them. This turn of events didn't seem so bad.

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Sophie walked into McRory's expecting, well, anything. But what she didn't expect was silence. She went upstairs to see all the lights off except for the glow of an awful looking movie.

"Nate?" He turned to her and waved. Two tiny heads popped up from behind him.

"Hi Shopie" Parker said.

"You gotta be quiet! Eliot's sleeping!" Hardison whisper yelled. Sophie put the bags down softly.

"He fell asleep?" She asked, not really believing it. Eliot, fell asleep? The one who could sleep ninety minutes then get up and stay awake and perfectly aware for a week or so?

"Yeah. I tried to keep him up but he was exhausted. I guess the ninety minutes of sleep plus the fact that he didn't get sleep the past few nights was too much for his little body. He conked out before the movie reached two minutes."

"I got a bunch of cute outfits for them." Sophie said. "They didn't have any car seats or beds though."

"Where did you go?" Nate asked. They usually had things for toddlers and children at Babies and Toys 'R Us.

"The mall." Sophie replied as she sat down next to Eliot."It's getting late, Nate."

"It's time for bed guys." The children froze and looked at Nate like he just burned their Christmas presents.

"Do we have to?" Hardison asked.

"Yes." Nate said. Then he realized that Parker was gone.

"Where's Parker?" And so bedtime began. They spent twenty minutes looking for Parker before they found her sitting on the couch with a bored Hardison and a sleeping Eliot.

"Parker where were you?!" Nate and Sophie asked at the same time.

"I went to get Bunny."

"Parker, we didn't know where you were! You can't just dissappear like that!"Sophie explained. This day has been pretty stressful. And she was tired.

"Sorry." Parker said quietly. "It's never been a problem before."

"Parker, come here. Give me a hug." She was met with two children and a stuffed bunny.

"I'm bored, let's play a game!" Hardison yelled. "I'll be Hardison, and you'll be Sterlin'."

"What's a Stolen?" Parker asked. Sophie and Nate turned to Parker with looks of shock. "An' what's a Hardison?"

"I'm a Hardison!"

"Nu-uh, you're a Alec! An' he's Eliot, 'n I'm Parker! An' that's Shopie, an' Nate, but who's Stolen?"

"Yeah, what's a Sterlin' again?" Hardison asked.

"Sterling is... well he's like Nate. Evil Nate." Sophie explained, taking Parker's words.

"Evil Nate?!" Parker exclaimed.

"Sshhh! Eliot's asleep." Sophie knew it was highly unlikely but if Eliot was to be woken up, he would be very cranky.

"Kind of. His name is Sterling though."

"A lady just came in. She's asking for you." Amy said from the door. After she helped Parker when she broke her leg, Hardison decided to keep her as, well, help. she knows the most of what they do.

"Thanks Amy. You can bring her up." Amy nodded. Sophie sat on the couch next to Eliot. Nate was busy with Parker, who was on his head, and Hardison, who was wacking him with an empty paper towel roll.

"Umm, Mr. Ford?"

"Dr. Ebenezer, come on in."

"What's the problem? Where's the rest of your team?"

"That's the problem." Nate pointed to the children. "That's Alec, Parker, and the sleeping one's Eliot."

"They inhaled the gasses?"

"Yup!" Hardison said.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to fix this. The formula was made to mix with the human body's epidermis (skin cells). It was supposed to strengthen it. I don't know how to restore it to normalcy. Your teammates are going to have to age again." Sophie and Nate shared a worried glance.

"They're also forgetting things." Sophie said.

"That's not good. That means their brains are being effected as well. Their memories will either become dreams, thoughts, or sometimes things that they aren't so sure happened, people they knew will be friends and cousins and sometimes, if they're really close, uncles and/or aunts, and what and who they knew when they were adults are gonna become warped and change. For example, pretty soon, they might see you as their parents. Their overall skill shouldn't be impacted by this, just their cerebrum (brain) and their body." She turned to the children.

"How old are you two?"

"Nine." Hardison said

"I'm six!" Parker yelled. Eliot jerked a little but didn't wake up. Dr. Ebenezer glanced at him.

"Eliot?" Parker whispered. Eliot groaned and turned his head away from her.

"How old are you?" She talked in her regular voice now. Eliot turned over, growling.

"Eliot!" Parker whisper yelled. Eliot held out three fingers and let his arm fall on his head.

"He's three."

"Are you sure?" Parker nodded.

"He's short." She said. Eliot growled.

"Well thank you for your time Dr. Ebenezer." Sophie said.

"No problem. I'm sure everything will turn out fine with your teammates."

"Thank you."

"I'll show you out." Nate volunteered.

"I'll put the kids to B-E-D." Nate nodded. After he left, Sophie turned to her 'children'. Hardison was wedged in between the couch pillow and the arm of the couch with his arm around Parker. Parker was curled up besides him and her head was on his chest. Eliot was laying on the other side of the couch with his left arm and leg hanging off of it, and his right arm on his chest. Everyone was fast asleep. Nate came up stairs, and hand in hand, Nate and Sophie looked at their new problems. Nah I mean blessings. And they knew, that no matter what happened, everything was going to be alright.

Of course I'm gonna continue it. At least I'll try. But you people have to leave ideas and suggestions for another chapter. Thank you for your time. Also, I know that in my first Eliot fanfic, he didn't learn how to talk until he was seven but with the knowledge he has now, he was able to say things. He can't speak well though, as you can see. TcT Don't you give me that look.