A/N: Just a random scene that came to me, while I was thinking about all the
things that the Leverage team hasn't told eachother.

Disclaimer: Not mine :(

I stood frozen, my eyes wide with terror. The pressure in my chest spread, as
quickly as the high of jumping off buildings normally rushed through me. The
sensation held me in place. I couldn't even remember to care that my team was
watching me, all of them carefully trying to decide how to react to my very
unParkerish behavior. I could feel the weight of their eyes on me, but their
presence barely registered. Everything in me was focused on the man standing
before us. It was the weight of his eyes that had me standing frozen on the
sidewalk. He was the monster from my dreams- the one that drove me off of
every building I jumped from.

He was in his late sixties now, hair almost gone from his head, having
migrated to his face in the form of a silver beard. The only things that had
remained the same were his eyes; the ice blue eyes that had haunted me since I
was a child. The eyes I thought I had finally escaped from had found me
again.

"Anna?" The same slippery voice that still shocked me awake in cold shakes and
screams slid across my skin, and I shivered lightly. The weight in my chest
fell to my stomach, making me heave, as he asked, "Darling? Is that you?"

Suddenly, I was six years old again, with no way to escape. A long past
nightmare reawakened in the flesh.

"Anna, come here!"

It was a command; he would not tolerate me disobeying. Still, I felt myself
shake my head slowly as I took a tentative step away, a scream rising in my
throat. I wasn't six years old anymore. I wasn't a child, I could run now. She
can escape.

I watched as his hateful eyes darkened.

"No." The word was little more than a whisper passing from my lips, but I had
said it, and it gave me new strength. "No!"

His hand shot out to reach for me, and I stumbled away, surprised by the sound
of a scream coming from my mouth.

The others were there instantly; I had forgotten they were there, but the rush
of relief was immediate. Elliot and Nate had him pinned to the sidewalk in
seconds, while Hardison stood between us. I caught a glimpse of his eyes, and
was shocked by the hate flaring in them. Sophie stood beside me, pulling me
into a warm hug.

"It's alright, Parker, you're safe. It's alright," Sophie cooed, brushing a
few stray blond hairs out of my face. She was right, and I wanted to tell her
so, but I couldn't. It was only then that I realized my screams had subsided
into sobs.