This is my first Leverage fanfic, since I love this show so much, especially Eliot and Parker, I wanted to try my hand in this.

I always wondered what would happen if Parker knew that Hardison didn't send the flower (I believe in the Lonely Hearts Job, not sure right off), but everyone's favorite hitter, so I decided to write this one-shot. I don't know if anyone has written anything about this particular story, since I'm new to this particular fandom. If so, I mean no disrespect, and no copyright infringement.

I hope you all enjoy this one-shot, and please remember to review at the end.


"Oh, look it eats flies." Parker told Hardison, with amusement, holding out the card describing the plant. She was never one for receiving flowers, but this one fit her perfectly. She looked over to the white roses Sophie had received at the same time, and smiled. Nate must have persuaded Hardison to do this, but it was thoughtful gesture, especially since Hardison picked out the right plant for her.

She smiled at Hardison as she picked up the plant and looked at it closely. She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Hardison drew a quick breath at the action.

"Thank you, Hardison." She replied, in a quiet tone. She looked at him closely, and her smile faltered as she noticed his confused and bewildered look. "You did send these didn't you, Hardison?" She asked in a whisper, watching him carefully.

Hardison bowed his head. He opened and closed his mouth in an attempt to answer her, but his voice wouldn't cooperate.

"Hardison, you did send this plant, didn't you?" She demanded, her voice getting edgy.

Hardison then began to fiddle with the glass in front of him, and she realized that he didn't send it.

But who did? She thought, looking around them. It couldn't have been Nate. He looked just as bewildered as Hardison. She then looked over to where the hitter was sitting, and found he had left.

Giving a hard glance to Hardison, she stood, and picked her up plant.

"Where are you going, Parker?" Sophie asked, moving her eyes away from Nate.

Parker stopped beside Sophie, and motioned to her plant. "I'm going to give it some water." She replied, looking down at it fondly.

Sophie nodded, and turned her attention back to Nate. Hardison stood up, and followed Parker out the room.

"Where are you really going, Parker?" He asked stopping her once they got out of sight.

Parker turned to him, and sighed. "I'm going to give my plant some water, and then thank the person who sent this to me." She replied, trying to remain calm.

"But I did send it, Parker." Hardison replied, motioning to the plant.

"No, you didn't, Hardison. Eliot did. You just want to take the credit, and now I'm going to thank him." Parker stated, firmly and continued onward to find the hitter, leaving Hardison standing in the hall with a hurt expression on his face.

How could I have been so stupid? He thought miserably, turning and walked out the door.

Parker went up to the roof, where Eliot went sometimes to cool his anger and frustration. She stepped onto the roof, and found Eliot where she thought he would be.

His long hair was pulled back in a small ponytail, and he had changed out of his jeans and button down shirt, to a tank and jogging pants. He was punching an old punching bag at the center of the roof, sweat dripping down his long hair. Parker drew her breath at the beauty of it.

"What are you doing here, Parker?" He asked panting. He stopped and turned to her, and ran his gloved hands through his sweaty hair.

Parker bowed her head and lowered her plant to the ground. She straightened up and walked closer to him.

"I came to thank you." She whispered, shyly clasping her hands nervously together.

Eliot tilted his head, and picked up a towel he had laid on the small table a few feet away from the bag.

"What for?" He asked, wiping his face with the towel.

Parker motioned to the plant behind her. "You sent me the plant." She stated, with a smile.

Eliot shook his head. "No, I didn't. Hardison must have." He replied, dropping the towel and turning back to the punching bag.

Parker shook her head. "Hardison didn't send it. I know you did." She stated, matter-of-factly, crossing her arms.

"Now, why would I do that?" He asked, turning back to the back, and lifting his hands in fists and began punching the bag, furiously.

"I don't know," She answered with a shrug. "Because you're nice." She finished, with a smile.

Eliot delivered a few punches with his left and then his right, before stopping and turning to face her again.

"I'm not nice, Parker." He whispered, turning back to the bag, and laying in a few punches.

"Yes, you are nice, Eliot." She returned, stepping closer to him. "Will you just admit that you sent them?" She asked, with a plead in her voice.

Eliot stopped in mid punch and grabbed the bag with a defeated sigh. "Alright," He replied, turning his head to look at her. "I sent the plant to you and the roses to Sophie. Are you happy?" He asked, stepping back, and began to take the gloves off his hands.

Parker nodded, and then closed her eyes for a second before asking the next question. "Why did you send them?" She asked innocently, hoping he had the answer she was looking for.

Eliot picked up a bottle of water, and took a sip before answering her as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Every woman deserves to get flowers once in a while, and I knew Hardison and Nate would never do that, so I did it for them." He answered, looking away and out into the open space surrounding them.

Parker continued to close the distance, a little wary of what would happen if she got too close. "How did you know, I'm not a rose person?" She whispered, looking at his face shyly.

"Because I know you, Parker, I know you don't like regular woman stuff. You hate shopping, unless it's jewelry or priceless artifacts. You hate anything that doesn't have a practical use. That plant has a purpose; I just thought you would love it." He replied, pointing to the plant sitting in the dimming light of the sun.

Parker nodded, and closed her eyes. She turned and walked over to the edge of the roof. Eliot watched her, and set the bottle down before joining her at the edge.

"How did you know?" He asked, glancing at her before looking where she was looking.

Parker sighed. "Hardison would have sent me roses or some dinky little flower, and Nate would have never done that. You were the only one who would send it, and know what I would like." She replied, bowing her head.

"How can I be so stupid?" She whispered, closing her eyes, and feeling the tears form behind her closed lids.

Eliot turned to her, curiously. "What are you talking about?" He asked, gruffly, eyeing her carefully.

"I thought Hardison cared." She whispered with defeat.

"He does care, Parker. I've seen the way he looks at you, and the way he is with you. He cares for you deeply."

"What about you?" She asked, lifting her head and looking into his eyes.

Eliot gazed into her eyes. "What about me?" He asked, eyes never deviating from hers.

"Do you care for me?" She asked, with a faint light of hope in her eyes.

Eliot swallowed as he turned away from her. He wasn't sure if he should answer. He loved Hardison like a brother, and he didn't want to hurt him. He also didn't want to hurt Parker. He cared for more than he wanted too. How could he tell her?

"Eliot," She whispered, watching his back tense up at the sound of his name on her lips. She walked forward, and thought back to what Sophie had told her at one time. She shook off what Sophie had said, about playing hard to get, she didn't need that advice, not with Eliot.

"Eliot," She replied once again, and raised her hand, hesitantly, to his back. "Do you care for me?"

"More than I should." He answered after a moment, but kept his back to her.

"What does that mean?" She asked, unsure of what he meant.

He threw his head back, and then turned to face her, his eyes soft and narrow. "It means I care about a lot, Parker. More than a friend and more than a sister." He answered with a throw of his hands.

Parker took a deep breath, before answering him. "Is that the real reason you sent the plant?" She asked, with a teary voice.

Eliot sighed as he nodded. "It is." He answered, with a tight voice.

Parker inhaled deeply, and stepped away from him. She walked over to the plant, and gently picked it up. Walking back over to him, she lifted it to his face.

"Thank you, Eliot." She whispered with a sad smile. "It's perfect." She added, and leaned forward as she moved the plant to the side. Gently she placed her lips to his, and smiled as he responded. As she pulled back, she sighed as her eyes opened to look into his stunned ones.

"For the record, I care about you a lot too." She stated, with a shy smile.

With those words echoing in his mind, Parker turned and left the roof with her precious plant. When asked what had taken her so long to water that plant, and why she was suddenly so happy, Parker just shrugged and said she was overwhelmed at being cared for.

The only one who knew the true reason for her happiness was the smiling hitter, who entered the room an hour later.

All because of a plant, the thief and the hitter found true happiness in the possible future, and the rest of the team had yet to figure it out.


I didn't mean to make Hardison to be a pain in this, I love Hardison, but I don't like him with Parker. I prefer Parker with Eliot, personally, but everyone has their own opinions on this matter.

Anyway, let me know what you think. If this is well received, I may write more stories in this area. Let me know!

Until Next Time...