July 1, 2041
None of us could have guessed it would end this way. If anyone had asked, they would have said they expected me to be the first to go. But I wasnt'. My name is Eliot Spencer and I've decided to write all this down because it's the anniversary of his death. I'm the last surviving member of the Leverage crew.
Parker was the first, December 23rd, 2013. It wasn't anybody's fault, just a tragic accident. She was scaling a building in downtown LA when her rigging system broke free from the roof. She fell at least ten stories and hit the pavement. Hardison and Sophie nearly fainted when we got the news. We had her funeral on Christmas Day at St. Nicholas Church. I think she would have liked that.
After Parker's death, we all went our separate ways. Nate and Sophie moved to France, Hardison went on to start his own crew in Miami and I retired, bought a ranch in Oklahoma. It was April 2015 before I saw any of them again.
Nate's alcoholism had died down dramatically but one drunken brawl and a bad call ended his life abruptly. He was stabbed outside of a bar in Paris. The funeral was held in Boston. We buried him next to his parents on April 16th.
Hardison and I grew closer after Nate's death. He moved in with me in late July of that year. We cared for each other greatly but I think most of his heart died with Parker. Sophie vanished after Nate's funeral. We Heard rumors, even on my ranch, that she was a dramatically different person, viciously pursuing what she wanted and burying anyone who got in her way. She made a lot of enemies.
Six years, nearly to the day of Nate's death, Sophie vanished off the face of the Earth. Even between my connections and Hardison's skills with a computer, we couldn't find a trace of her. After six months, we assumed the worst and had our own little funeral for her, placing a headstone with her real name next to Nate's.
Hardison and I had a few good years after that. He ran his own crew for a while and I consulted occasionally but most of our time was spent together on my, our, ranch.
On September 1st, 2031, twenty-three years after the formation of the Leverage team, Alec Hardison died. He was 47. He'd had a bad bought of pneumonia that he couldn't shake. I think a part of him didn't want to live but at least he's at peace now. Alec's Nana attended his funeral. She cried her eyes out and still tried to comfort me. She was a wonderful woman who died less than two weeks later.
I'd always wondered how my life would end, if any of my enemies would catch up to me. I never thought I'd make it to 40, much less 65. It's been 10 years since Alec died. Even though I'm alone now, it's not such a discouraging outlook. I plan on spending my remaining time here on the ranch. Who knows? Maybe I'll see them again someday. Maybe not. Either way, it's been amazing.
End.