Title: in another life
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: references to violence; mostly pre-pilot
Pairings: Eliot/Damien Moreau, Maggie/Nate
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 500
Point of view: third
Prompt: Leverage, any, they're all gender-swapped
Sebastian retires after his fortieth birthday (the one nobody knows is his). It's still fun but there's no one he trusts enough at his back anymore. He still keeps up with the old crowd and the chatter, and he finds a nice quiet city in the States and goes back to his roots: theatre. He tries to put aside all of his masks and become – well, that's the thing, isn't it?
He barely remembers who Laurence was, that stupid boy. Sebastian is better at just about everything, but sometimes… sometimes, he does miss Laurence so much.
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Eliot's favorite thing is when the goons underestimate her. Not only is she a woman, she's also kinda small. That's two strikes against her.
She loves it.
See, the thing is, she's quick and precise, and she smirks as they go down, one after the other. If they'd rushed her all at once, then maybe – but of course they didn't.
"I love watching you work," Damien says, leaning against the wall.
Eliot grins at him, wiping blood off her cheek.
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Parker knows there's a lot of things he doesn't know. But there's also things no one knows better than he does. He likes shiny things, and hard-to-get-to things, and things other people have. He also likes money.
Archie gave him a home all to himself and trained him on safes and lasers and alarms, and when Parker was about eighteen (they guessed) Archie said, "Well, I've taught you all I can." Parker thinks he might've been angry and hurt but he's not sure, and anyway, Archie had already given him more than anyone else ever had.
It's been ten years since then and Parker still has a home all to himself, and it's full of stuff that's his and also money. Sometimes, he even steals things to prove he can and then puts them back just because he can do that, too.
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"Oh, Nana would be furious," Alecia mutters, deftly sidestepping a trap in the code. Nana had told her there was a whole world waiting for girls as good at computers as Alecia, and, yeah, she was right about that. But Alecia is pretty damn sure this is not what Nana meant.
"I got you now," she tells all of the pretty little bits of information. The CIA ain't nothing compared to her.
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When Sam dies, Natalie feels part of her die, too. Mark is heartbroken but he doesn't know that Sam could've been saved, and Jim is hurting for them, Natalie can tell, but he doesn't know either, and after the funeral, after Sammy is in the ground where she can never hold him again – the pain and the despair begin to harden into something that Natalie Ford hasn't felt in a long time.
She drinks to hide it, to dampen it, to ignore it.
And then Dubenich uses her son. For the first time in years, Natalie's rage has a target and she focuses in.
The bastard really should've just paid them.