Reminiscing, Act I Scene I

Nate and the team reminisce about old times and the life they'd had together. Set shortly after Nate leaves the bar, those few short moments before he's attacked. What's going on inside that head of his; ends with him being attacked, but before Sophie shows. Short because it was only a couple of seconds in the actual scene. Originally started as the beginning to a different series, then somehow took on a life of its own. Enjoy.


Nate slowly made his way upstairs, taking the stairs instead of the elevator for once. He wanted to think things through, go over what had just happened in his head one more time. It had been good seeing the team again. His team. He shook his head, trying to shake the thought. No, no, they weren't his team anymore. They hadn't been his team for over six months. He leaned heavily against the railing, only a few simple steps away from his floor. They had asked him back. It completely floored him. They had asked him to come back, to lead them again. Six months, six long agonizing months of struggling and fighting against wanting to call them back. Six months of not hearing a word from any of them and suddenly they wanted him back.

It was too good to be true. It couldn't be true. He pushed away from the railing, making his way up the stairs and opening the door to his floor. They didn't want him back; they didn't want him to lead them again. It wasn't logical. They were thieves, thieves that had never answered to anyone before. They were just missing the thrill, the excitement of something new. He had presented a new challenge to them and they had enjoyed it. That was all. He heaved a sigh, a sigh of both relief and regret. It wasn't that they wanted him back; it was they wanted the experience again. They were stuck on the high of the chase.

Aren't you the same way? A little voice inside of him taunted as he unlocked his door, slipping inside. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't bother to close the door after him. It had been really good to see them all again. Sophie had looked good, despite being upset over the terrible reviews. Parker was her same, insane self, immediately jumping at a chance to steal something together with someone, but she seemed happy. Hardison looked fit, despite his complaints. He looked like he was at least trying to take care of himself. And Eliot… Eliot looked…

Nate looked around at his empty place, his eyes falling on the pot lid. The reflective surface revealed someone behind. Someone with a knife. He whirled around, defending himself, all other thoughts flying from his mind.


Nate is desperately trying to convince himself that the team doesn't need him. He needs a reason to stay away because he's afraid to reach out. He's also channeling some anger issues at them. Cookies to anyone who caught the "six months without a word" bit. Six months without a word after working so closely together, I'd be a little resentful too. Perhaps I'm channeling, but hey, I'm the author so I'm entitled to channel all I want in my fanfic. Reviews are always welcome…except when they're—not.

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