Hey! So…I've never written in this fandom, but I figured I'd give it a shot. So…yeah.
Disclaimer – I do not own leverage but I hope they make a movie!
Fear gripped her and the small blonde let out a squeak and darted of the roof as a loud roll of thunder sounded along with a new down poor of rain. Her safe haven wasn't so safe anymore. She saw the roof become even more wet as a new bout of rain came crashing down. She just glared at it through the window.
Sighing she thought about disobeying Nate's orders and hiding up in the elevator shaft. But no, he had to go and say it was unsafe.
Where to go now… Parker decided to go and seek comfort with her new family.
She slipped down the stairs and was about to go and find Nate, that is until she saw him passed out drunk on the couch. She glared at the offending bottles next to him.
Sophie would have been next, but she left earlier; her heels clicking as she walked. The sophisticated woman had murmured something about wine and a new art exhibit. Parker had just shrugged and darted off into an air vent.
A quick strike of lighting knocked her out of her thinking, and she went on to find her boyfriend.
Not bothering to knock, Parker slipped into the dark room he was residing in. His TV screen flashed, she assumed he was playing some game. Hardison looked her way and sent a small smile towards her before his attention was diverted by the device. She sighed; she thought he was a bit into it.
More rain and thunder invaded her ears and she grew slightly scared as memories flooded her mind. Foster homes, hiding, and storms were some of it. She shivered and left the room.
Her last option was Elliot. Elliot was a bit gruff, but she thought he was kind of sweet. Although, he'd probably take that as an insult. He was the hitter, their protector; he'd know what to do.
Walking silently Parker eased herself into his room trying to be as quiet as possible. He was lying on the small bed with a book resting on his chest. He appeared to be asleep, a peaceful smile rested on his face.
Not wanting to wake him, the petite blonde started out the door only to be interrupted by another crash of thunder. She whimpered as more images flashed through her mind. Quick as a she could, Parker jumped into the bed with Eliot.
Her movement caused the hitter to jerk awake, his hand automatically going to the neck of the supposed assailant.
He looked down only to pale as he found his hand wrapped around the small women's throat. He quickly let go and leaned back breathing heavily.
Parker had tears in her eyes; she hadn't meant to wake him. He was going to get mad, her foster parents did, and she'd have to leave her new family!
Elliot instantly felt guilty when he saw Parker's eyes tear up and her shaking body.
"Please don't make me leave! I promise I'll be good. I didn't mean to wake you up." She gasped and rambled.
"Hey, hey, hey." He soothed, "Calm down, I ain't go'in to make ya leave. Just calm down and tell me what the problem is. Are ya hurt?" His accent showed through as he spoke.
"I'm sorry, I was scared. I don't like storms." She whispered, her lip quivered as she spoke and her eyes leaked salty tears.
"Hey, it's okay. No harm done. I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked looking towards the small red handprint on her neck. She just shook her head silently.
He sighed and murmured, "Come here sweetheart."
She crawled into his open arms and buried her head into his neck. He pressed a kiss to her pale forehead and held her, like a brother. That's kind of what they all were, a big dysfunctional family.