Summary: Episode link for 'The Carnival Job' S4E6. What Molly dealt with in this episode would be difficult for anyone to deal with, so what if Eliot kept in touch with Molly after they moved onto their next job, to make sure that she was ok? A series of letters from Eliot (and others) to Molly in the months following 'The Carnival Job', also featuring mentions of the rest of the Leverage family.
Warnings: None. Some oblique references to off-screen torture in later chapters.
Disclaimer: Writing belongs to me Everything else belongs to TNT and co. For entertainment purposes only.
AN: Eliot is just so good with children. I thought he was especially good with Molly; he saw beyond the front which she presented to the world, the attitude she projected in order to try and deal with her worries about her family and her grief for her mum. Eliot's determination to rescue Molly and make sure she was ok was heart-warming to see, making this one of my (many!) favourite episodes. He's a fierce protector by nature and his protective streak for children especially is a mile wide; I wanted to explore that a little further. These letters are the messages written to Molly; there aren't any letters from Molly herself, although you get a glimpse of the content of her letters through the replies. Hope everything makes sense! Whilst these letters are (mostly) from Eliot, there are mentions of the whole gang.
AN2: I'm hoping to update weekly, real life permitting. Reviews are, as always, much appreciated. Hope you enjoy :)
Letters to Molly
By Lanthiriel25
Dear Molly,
How you doing? Thanks for your letter. Hardison laughed when I got it, saying something about the Dark Ages, but I prefer letters to emails and stuff. I think he was just jealous. He wasn't too happy when I told him that though so I'm gonna be watching my back for a while. Don't want a repeat of the twenty hidden alarm clocks set at five minute intervals from 3am again…that was not fun. I kicked his ass backside good for that. Anyway, sorry, where was I? Oh yes, as you can probably tell, I don't normally write letters, so no laughing ok. I can deal with you teasing me about quoting Rudy and fictional motivational websites, but making fun of me for doing this is completely off limits. You got that? Good.
Right, so now we've got that outta the way, I thought I'd reply and see how you were doing. I didn't want to just drop round because I know you and your dad need your space right now and I'm not really the social call kind of guy anyway so… I just wanted to say that I'm grateful for your thanks and all, but it's really not necessary; it's my job to keep people safe, it's what I do. I'm just glad we got you out of there ok and back home with your dad where you belong. Just keep out of trouble and stay safe, that's all the thanks I need, ok?
I've been keeping an eye on things for you, just in case any of them came back. Only one tried and trust me, he's not going to be doing that again in a hurry…or ever really. I was very persuasive. So, you're safe, I promise. But you also have to swear to me that you'll look out for yourself, alright? Remember what I said and what I taught you; you never know when it might come in handy one day. But if you or your dad ever need help, just get in touch, me and my team, we'll help.
I'm so damn happy to hear things with your dad are improving, (sorry, excuse the cussing, I'm not used to censoring what I write!). I know relationships with parents can be tough, no matter how much you love them, but you're both gonna be fine. Just talk to him, tell him how you feel. And you can stop rolling your eyes at me right this second, because I know you are, I can tell these things. Don't make me come over there and kick your butt. Because I will. But seriously, I saw his face when we got out of that damn mirror maze; he loves you, Molly, never forget that, especially when things get rough. And remember things will get easier with your mom; she'd be so proud of you.
That's basically everything I wanted to say, except one final thing. Thank you, Molly. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for your help in finding you and staying sharp; you were so brave and kept it together so well, way better than many adults I've seen in similar situations. You should be proud of yourself; I certainly am. And thank you for making sure I got out of there ok. Not sure I could've found my way to the door otherwise; it was even less fun than my worst ever hangover, so thanks for that.
Parker's not-so-sneakily trying to read this over my shoulder so I'm going to stop writing now and get this in the mail. You know where to find me if you need me. Never lose the attitude, Molly, it'll keep you fighting, but please, don't use it to keep people who love you out, I learned that the hard way.
Stay in touch if you can. Good luck with everything.
Yours,
Eliot
PS. It sounds like I was saying I was proud of me towards the end there, when really I meant I was proud of you. Not that I'm not proud of what I did too, it's just…you know what I mean! I am proud of you holding it together like you did… I can hear you laughing, Molly; what did I tell you about that?! Shut your pie-hole, Botasky!
