Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage or any of the related characters. I wish I did (because hey, who wouldn't want to have that awesome cast under their command?) but I don't, so there.
A/N: Just a bit of Nate angsty stuff. The idea popped into my head after watching The Snow Job, I just wanted to write something ever so slightly depressing and Leverage related. Enjoy. Reviews and crits feed my soul and creativity (and my ego - just a bit).
Nathan Ford was a broken man.
He downed another shot of whisky, letting the liquid burn down his throat. He was no stranger to drink, especially the strong stuff. It was what he lived on, what kept him breathing. It helped him forget. Alcohol was his only solace in a world gone mad. That was what he told himself anyway. He had lost it all; his wife, his son, his job. He just wanted to forget everything. But what the heart wanted the brain rejected. The memories refused to go away, refused to budge for even one second. They lingered, haunting, ever present in the remnants of his shattered mind. Drink and hatred was all he had left. Maybe, one day, he could turn that hatred into some productive. Maybe, just maybe, he could do something good with it. For now though, he would douse it with whisky and scotch and hope that, somehow, the pain would dissipate. Hope that, despite everything, he would learn to be happy again. So maybe, just maybe, drink and hatred weren't his only companions.
Nathan Ford was a broken man. But he still had hope.