A/N: I'm in the mood for a good, angsty story so here goes nothing.

Note: mentions of rape, abuse, and character death

Sophie Devereaux hated the rain. Hated it. It reminded her of home where it rained constantly. So, when it was a drizzly, miserable week, she was reminded of where she came from. And that made her angry. She did not want to return to London. Ever. But, as she sat in the pub, staring out the window, she couldn't help but think of everything she had back home.

She remembered her mother. Her mother was a kind woman in her own way. She tried her very, very best to give Sophie a normal life and, now that Sophie was an adult, she understood how her mother struggled to keep Sophie out of her cons. Sophie knew her mother was beautiful but in a different way than her. Sophie was a darker, more mysterious beauty. Almost exotic. Her mother was pale, quite like Parker, with hazel eyes, a slightly crooked nose that gave her face character, and a faint dusting of freckles in the summer. Her hair, depending on the season and her moods, ranged from copper to flaming red to platinum blonde to jet black. Her mother changed her hair to suit each and every con, choosing her hair to specifically appeal to the mark. Sophie learned from the best, after all. But her mother never used Sophie, no matter how small a role Sophie begged to take on. Her mother didn't want her child to turn into a grifter like her. But those hopes were dashed when she died at the hands of an angry mark.

Sophie shut her eyes, trying to block out the memories. But a rumble of thunder, oh so familiar in her memories, made her think again of her family. She remembered her sister. Now, her sister was their mother's child in every aspect. She had honey brown hair, hazel eyes, their mother's nose, and eyelashes darker than the night. She was a beautiful child, seven years younger than Sophie. Sophie watched her sister from the age of two on as their mother frantically tried to put food on the table and set a good example for her children. Sophie was 19 and ready to tackle the real world when her mother died, leaving her to look after her twelve year old sister. So Sophie stepped into her mother's shoes and learned how to grift, finding that she had a knack for it. Sophie made enough money to send her sister to boarding school, allowing her to move around and con more marks. She never let her sister know what she did for her. She didn't need her innocence to be ruined by finding Sophie with a black eye or split lip from an abusive target. She didn't need to see Sophie cry at night in her room, hiding in the corner from the shame of what she had done.

Sophie bit her lip, doing her best to stop the tears. It had been a rainy day when she found out her mother was killed. It was a rainy day when she learned her sister was found, raped and beaten, in an alleyway, inches from death. A con gone bad. Very, very bad. It was a rainy day when Sophie miscarried a baby when she was only 21. It was a rainy day when she stood over her sister's grave, mourning the loss of the last person she loved.

It was a rainy day when Hardison was snatched out of his van and beaten until he could barely breathe. It was a rainy day when Parker came to her, her blue eyes swimming with tears, trying to understand why Nate was falling apart. It was a rainy day when Eliot left them, leaving only a note. It was a rainy day when Nate's liver began to fail. It rained the day she held her baby, standing in front of Nate's grave, Parker, Hardison, and Eliot behind her, all stunned. It was a rainy day when she held her and Nate's child's hand in the hospital as the two year old was diagnosed with cancer.

It was a rainy day today.

And Sophie Devereaux hated the rain.

A/N: That was much more depressing than I intended. Anyways, feel free to review.