A/N: I started this story a long time ago but got writers block on chapter 5. I started it up again but got writers block again at chapter 6. Finally figured that out but then got stuck and couldn't figure out how to end it. It has been sitting for almost 3 months and I finally figured it out. So I went back and fixed everything (I probably missed stuff but what are you gonna do) So here I present you chapter 1. I don't won Leverage

Just The Start

"To another job well done!" Eliot raised his beer bottle in salute. They all clinked glasses and dug into the pasta Eliot had made.

"I can't believe you guys wouldn't let me keep any of the money," Parker exclaimed.

"The money goes to the client Parker. And plus you have tons of money, you don't need more," Nate said.

Parker gasped. "You can never have enough money!"

Nate just chuckled and went back to eating his food. "Hey, I can't believe that we pulled this job off," Hardison interjected.

"Well I did all the hard work while you sat behind a computer and acted like a big baby!" Eliot argued, shoving his fork in Hardisons face.

"Hey just 'cause all my hard work ain't evident it is definitely there!" Hardison sassed back.

"Guys please stop arguing," Nate cut in firmly.

Sophie's stomach was doing violent summersaults as the team sat gathered around the table at McRorys eating dinner. She hadn't touched any of it.

"What's wrong Sophie? Don't like my pasta?" Eliot joked.

Sophie swallowed hard. "No. I-I have to tell you guys something," Her voice was nervous and shaky.

"What is it Soph?" Nate asked quickly.

Sophie buried her head in her hands pulling at her hair. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked back up at the team. "I'm pregnant!" Sophie blurted out.

She wanted to vomit her guts out as soon as she said it. Then she saw Nates face and she wanted to die right then in there. Nate looked more hurt and betrayed then she had ever seen him. The rest of the team looked mildly surprised.

"Congrats Sophie!" Eliot and Hardison said patting her on the shoulder.

"Is your boyfriend the father?" Parker asked, her brow furrowed.

Sophie bit her bottom lip. "That's the thing. I don't know who the father is."

"What do you mean you don't know who the father is?" Hardison stared at her.

"I just don't!"

"But you and your boyfriend have..." Eliot trailed off.

"No. Never." Sophie finished matter-a-factly.

"Really?" Nate cocked his head to the side.

"No, I won't let him. I'll feel too guilty."

Nobody bothered to ask why.

"I already have an appointment scheduled for tomorrow."

"I'll go with you if you want," Nate said slowly.

"Thanks Nate, I could really use the moral support." Sophie nodded since she couldn't find the energy to smile.

Eliot, Hardison, and Parker exchanged a glance. As much as they wanted to be there for their friend, they weren't very good with the whole pregnancy thing and decided to leave it to the only person that had experience with it. Sophie suddenly bolted from the table to the bathroom.

"And here we go," Nate mumbled and went after her. Nate walked in to see her hunched over the toilet puking violently. After the first few waves her body shook with the effort of trying to puke but nothing was coming out.

Nate shook her shoulder lightly. "C'mon let's get you upstairs."

Sophie nodded, her eyes clenched shut, and she got to her feet almost falling flat on her face as she did so. Nate put her arm around him so he could help keep her balanced. They walked back out into the main room to see the team standing there in shock.

"Sophie isn't feeling well. I'm taking her up to the apartment so she can clean up and get some rest," Nate answered to their unasked question.

"You want me up there?" Eliot asked, his eyes following them as they made their way to the door. Sophie was pale and clammy, her legs shaking.

"If you want," Eliot just nodded, not giving a firm answer on if he was going or not.

Nate helped Sophie back up to the apartment and helped her into the guest bedroom.

"You can, um, do what you need to get cleaned up. If you need me just holler," Nate said from his place in the door frame.

"I was probably going to take a shower but what I'm I going to wear?" Sophie asked weakly.

"I could get something from your house..."

"No, I don't want you to go through that trouble."

"It's no trouble Sophie."

"Here's my card and my key. The card gets you into the building and the key gets you into my apartment. Just grab a sweatshirt and sweatpants," Sophie dug around in her purse before throwing him the key and card.

"I'll be back in 25 minutes."

Sophie nodded and Nate walked away. She grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom, not all that happy about being stuck at Nates apartment. The thoughts of her being pregnant kept coming into her mind, more sickening then the last. About halfway through her shower her stomach was already twisted in knots and she was swallowing back the gagging sensation in her throat. 'Stop it!' she commanded herself. She was pregnant, alright. There was nothing she could do about it. Her life was not over! She didn't know the father - that could be fixed. Why was she getting so worked up about it? The mental pep talk helped a little bit and allowed her to finish her shower in peace. When she got out her clothes were already sitting on the bed, and her stuffed bear was sitting there too. She couldn't help a grin sneaking up on her face. How he knew was beyond her but the gesture was so sweet she didn't care. Sophie quickly threw her clothes on and grabbed her stuffed bear, holding it close to her. She saw that the door to his bedroom was open and she poked her head in to see him sitting on his bed, reading.

"Hey," Nate smiled.

"I can't believe you brought Mister Fluffy!" Sophie gestured to the bear she was clutching to her chest.

Nate smirked slightly at the name. How adorable. "Well it was sitting on your bed and I figured you might want your stuffed bear. You know as something personal that kinda comforts you."

"It's Mister Fluffy!" Sophie defended and kissed the top of the bears head and then looked at him with a slightly mischievous grin. "And thank you" Sophie walked into his bedroom and sat on the vacant part of the bed next to him.

"So what's the story behind Mister Fluffy?" Nate asked as he eyed the bear.

"My brother gave it to me when we were young. I just can't get rid of it," Sophie mused.

"Is he...still around?"

"Of course. It's just a sentimental thing, you know," Sophie smiled slightly and leaned back against the head board.

"Are you feelin' better?" Nate broke the silence

"Mhm" Sophie rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes slipping shut. She had never been this vulnerable around him but she never noticed. She quickly drifted off to sleep, Mister Fluffy in her arms and Nate by her side.

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Sophie woke up late the next day and it took her a few seconds to remember where the hell she was and what the hell was going on. It came flooding back into her brain like a toxic poison. She looked around the guest bedroom for a second, blinking the sleep away from her eyes. A yawn escaped from her lips and she trudged out of bed carrying Mister Fluffy by the arm. Sophie walked downstairs and saw a note sitting on the counter. It had writing from Eliot and Nate on it. She furrowed her brow in confusion and read the note.

Sophie,

There's some food in the fridge if you want it. I know Nate isn't such a great cook and you'll need some good food in you while your pregnant. I hope you're feeling better and try not to worry to much

-Eliot

Soph,

Eliot's right I'm not a very good cook so make sure you get some food in you while I'm gone. I went out to run some errands. I'll be back around 12

-Nate

Sophie glanced at the clock. It was 11:09. She sighed and went over to the cupboard to grab some cereal. Great. It was all sugar-loaded crap Parker had bought. She slammed the cupboard shut in frustration and opened the fridge door. There was a variety of foods but most of it was for lunch. Sophie sighed again and grabbed the container of pasta salad on the bottom shelf. She grabbed a fork and made her way over to the empty black couch. God, it was lonely in here by herself. Trying to shake the thought she grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. It didn't work so jabbed at the button.

"Dammit Hardison!" She cursed under her breath. It finally clicked on and she turned on some old Italian soap opera. Sophie made herself comfortable and then zoned out in front of the TV.

About an hour later Nate opened the door to his apartment, two bags in his hand.

"Hey," Sophie greeted him, looking over at the door.

"Hey," Nate set the bags down on the counter and started going through its contents.

"How was shopping?" Sophie called over to him.

"Good. I got what I needed."

"That's good."

Nate finished put his stuff away and he sighed, looking at the counter. He couldn't decide what to do. "So...what do you think about all this?"

"It's driving me a bit mad. Not knowing who the father is and all. But there's a part of me that's wishing this is all just a dream."

Nate made his way over to the couch and he sat down next to her. "And the other half?"

"Is the happiest person in the world," Sophie smiled.