I do not own Leverage.
I could sleep this night since I was having nightmares; that was when this idea came to my mind and didn't let go...
I believe it will have only one more chapter. I hope you enjoy this...
He was a seven-year old brother of a three-year old sister when his momma slapped his face on the kitchen; he heard the smack and felt the pain. His huge momma was standing in front of him her hands on her hips, holding a kitchen cloth.
-Eliot Spencer if you hit a girl again you're gonna get way more than just a slap, understood?
-But she was annoying me! - She widened her eyes that special way that always scared the live out of him.
-Understood?
-Yes, momma.
If fact he understood that very well, the thing he never understood was why his momma didn't dump his step-dad six years later when he started hitting her and his lil' sis. He didn't understand why she got so mad at him when he finally punched the man in the face punishing him for all his bad deeds and he sure didn't understand why she ran after him throwing his own child on the street. That just wasn't his momma anymore, no, that junkie wasn't the same woman that had raised him or his sister Lily...
Years passed by and he became a hitter, yet on his list there were never women, only a few died at his hands when he was in the army and he'd curse himself for the rest of his life for that, even though the United States considered him a "war hero", Eliot knew that was just their way to wash the blood on their own hands...
All of that had been years ago yet he still could see when a woman around him was being a victim of some kind of abuse; that was why Sophie showing at his door in the middle of the night didn't surprise him at all...