Disclaimer: I don't own Leverage. I do own the poem.

A/N: This is for a friend. Please read and review.

Her Flower

"Come on Parker! If we don't hurry we're going to be late!" Lizzie exclaimed as she pulled the thief from her car and hurried her into the small coffee shop in the historic district in Boston.

"Lizzie, what are we doing here?" the blonde asked as they entered the shop to sound of clapping.

"We're getting some coffee, and then I have a surprise for you," Lizzie replied, going up to the counter.

"I don't want coffee!" Parker exclaimed, earning her a glance from the person at the register. "I'll just have hot chocolate."

Lizzie nodded and ordered the hot chocolate for Parker and a mocha laté for herself. Once the girls got their drinks, they went and found a seat in the crowded coffee shop, up near a microphone.

"Lizzie, what are we doing here?" Parker whispered again as they watched someone walk up onto the improvised stage. The person sat down on a stool that one of the "stage" hands gave them and began to read off some type of slam poetry. It was all about how the man was going to ruin the world by destroying all that was beautiful about nature and the wildness. Lizzie snorted in a couple of places while Parker looked on.

When that guy stepped down, Lizzie jumped up from her seat. "Lizzie! What are you doing?!" Parker hissed.

"Just watch!" Lizzie said, winking as she hurried up on the stage and grabbed the microphone, sitting down on the stool and adjusting the height of the microphone stand. Once she was ready, she looked out over the crowd and her eyes landed on Parker. "This is for my sister," she said, smiling, but there was a small hint of sadness to it. Lizzie closed her eyes, took a deep breath and started.

"I watched the pretty flower

She grew and grew and grew

But then a man picked the flower

And made her sad and blue

He exposed her to the weather

Told her that's where she belonged

But my friends and I all knew

The man couldn't be more wrong

She withered and she wilted

Shrank away from the sun

And each time we tried to help her

We'd end up where we'd begun

The flower started to adapt

And thought life was better this way

So she learned to deal with the snow

That would cover her each day

My friends have stayed, my friends have gone

But here I still remain

Waiting for the day my flower remembers

How she loves the rain."

Lizzie smiled shakily as she got down and made her way back to Parker, sitting down beside her. She smiled at her friend, seeing her eyes were a little watery and knowing that her own weren't any better. Reaching out, Lizzie grabbed Parker's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"My friends have stayed, my friends have gone

But here I still remain

Waiting for the day my flower remembers

How she loves the rain…"