Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage.
A/N: Hi, everyone, welcome to my new Leverage fic, I hope you enjoy it.
Warnings: I guess over-protectiveness in future chapters? There is also child abuse, sexually abuse, mental,possessive, and obssesive nature as well in future chapters.
This takes place after The Grave Danger Job, the only pairing in this story is Nate/Sophie, there is no Parker/Hardison, mostly because I see them better off as siblings, I personally see Eliot and Parker as a better match, sorry fans.
This is Hardison-centric, because there are not enough of these puppies out there.
Enjoy!
Childhood Dreams
Prologue: Silent Sounds
"I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more."
― C.S. Lewis
A lot of people say hospitals are quiet, silent like a winter's night.
That was a lie.
Hospitals were forever loud, constant sounds of beeping life surrounded by never-ending machines, doctors and nurses' whispering to each other, walls echoing with the sounds of tears, prays and pleads. The air thick with repeated "this could be the day, I could lose them today".
Hospitals were never silent.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ford"
Tired, and red- eyed, Nate looked at the nurse who had quietly snuck in as not to disturb the other occupants in the room.
"A Detective Bonanno is here to see you" she whispered.
Nate nodded, he glanced over at the equally tired Elliot before getting up from the chair and out the room where the detective was waiting.
"How is he?" Detective Patrick Bonanno asked.
"Alive"
Patrick nodded, before handing the man a cup of coffee.
Nate took it, but didn't drink it, instead he sat down on the hard and uncomfortable plastic chairs; Patrick stared at the man he had come to call friend before slowly sitting down in the chair next to him. The two men sat there, Nate's eyes distant, hands trembling, the thief flinched when an alarm suddenly blared and a swarm of nurses and doctors came rushing down the hall; neither man knew how they felt on the fact that the swarm didn't enter room 401.
"What happened?" Patrick finally asked when things fell into silence once again, "Nate?" he then said when he didn't get an answer.
Nate looked at the closed door, where behind it three of his teammates, his family sat, waiting for their fifth member to do something; anything to ease this bone crushing feeling of fear and helplessness.
"Nate" said Patrick once again, "what happened to Hardison?"
Nate swallowed and vaguely was he was aware that the broken sound was coming from him.
"I don't" the man choked out, throat tight, "I don't know".
Soundly there was a loud beeping sound coming from the room 401, nurses and doctors swarmed in, two of the nurses escorting the rest of the protesting team out.
"Please, wait here!" one of the nurses ordered before slamming the door shut, but not before they all heard the doctor call for the dephibrilator.
Patrick looked the team over, took in how near broken they all looked, and decided he was going to need something much stronger then coffee.
And maybe perhaps they needed someone much stronger then Nate at the moment.
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A lot of people say hospitals are quiet, silent like a winter's night.
That was a lie.
Hospitals were forever loud, constant sounds of beeping life surrounded by never-ending machines, doctors and nurses' whispering to each other, walls echoing with the sounds of tears, prays and pleads. The air thick with repeated "this could be the day, I could lose them today".
Hospitals were never silent.
And Nate hated it.
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