Hello~
Welcome to my first Leverage fic. This idea has been floating around in my head ever since I first saw the show. I'm still upset that we only got 5 seasons, but hey! The characters live on in our stories right?
This is just a teaser for the rest of the story, but I always love to hear from readers. Please let me know what you think, or if you have suggestions/ideas about where the story should go from here.
Jamie turned away from the window and gazed at him through hard eyes as he entered the room. "Did you miss me my dear?" His soft, European accent did little to temper the evil in his voice. He smiled with all the confidence of a man who owned the world, and took what he wanted from it. Including her.
"It's difficult to miss someone when your entire life is dedicated to loathing them."
"Now now," he made a sound of disapproval, "that isn't very nice at all. I've worked quite hard to give you a good life here. I let you go to school, keep up your studies, given you everything you could ever need...Really, Jamie, it has been a long day and I'm beginning to tire of your ungrateful attitude."
"You kidnapped me, took me from my family, and have kept me prisoner in this house for years. I find it difficult to muster a lot of sympathy or gratitude for anything concerning you Damien." Her voice was dry as she wandered over to the piano in the corner. It was true, Moreau had given her everything she needed and more. Goodness knows she had never lived like this before - designer clothing, everything she needed to continue her studies and research, the piano, the gourmet food... But the exchange was separation from her family and being a prisoner, slave, and occasional accessory to the most evil person she had ever known. She would rather live in poverty than with this man, but she had little choice. Her multiple escape attempts had only served to restrict her movements even more. She suspected he had begun lacing her food with something to keep her quiet, and no matter how uncooperative she was, he always managed to get what he wanted anyway. At this point, her only way out was death. He loved the power and control he held over her, even more so because of who she was - who she had been, before all of this. He would never release her, and while she had many moments of despair, taking her own life was not an option.
Moreau walked to her and grasped her wrist in his fist, clenching harder than necessary. "You are powerless to act against me, and if you know what is good for you - what is good for what's left of your family, you will be a little nicer to me I think." He spoke through clenched teeth, but suddenly leaned in and pressed a kiss against her cheek. "That's a good girl." He said, turning and walking out of the room.
She stood without moving until the door closed, and then released a deep breath. C'mon Jamie - this has gone far enough. You can't give up now - you have to keep looking for a way out. He has been having more and more 'bad days' - someday soon he will be distracted enough. So get ready, because when that happens, you're busting out of here and going home.