This is a short chapter but it's about how Sophie reacts to the news! I don't own Leverage

Consequences

"You." Sophie pointed at Nate and curled her finger inward, gesturing him to follow her. "Come with me"

Nates eyes were huge, his face pale, and his whole body stiff. He swallowed hard and followed Sophie out the door. She walked with conviction to the elevator, the click of her heels making him want to throw up his stomach. Nate could tell that she was using every ounce of her being not to totally explode. Her face was cold and hard, any sign of weakness was gone. They made their way into the dark empty bar in silence.

"Sit." Sophie commanded and made her way behind the bar so she was in front of him. She propped her elbows on the inside counter and leaned in to look at him. He looked nervous as hell. "There are consequences to every action; no matter how big or small the action is." Sophie paused. "Now, you will tell me how this happened. If you lie to me at all, there will be consequences" As she spoke she pulled out a pocket knife and flipped the blade out, setting it in front of Nate.

Nates lips parted slightly as he eyed the blade in front of him. "You're not gonna stab me are you?"

"No. I will cut you though, so I suggest you tell me the complete truth," Sophie said coldly, any wavering in her voice was completely gone.

This was Sophie dealing with a situation in contained anger. It was scary as hell. More scary then explosive anger. Nate ran his hand through his hair, swallowing the burning pain in his throat. "Do you remember staying late one night to help me with a con?"

"Vaguely. You asked me if I wanted a drink at some point and I said no."

"Well, I convinced you to have a little wine. I-I drugged your wine," Nate stuttered, nervous to see her reaction.

Sophie pursed her lips and looked away for a second before settling her gaze on Nate again. "Go on."

"The drug made sure you would forget what happened. And it also had some stuff in it so you weren't as...resistant. I NEVER meant for you to get pregnant Soph. I was being stupid"

There was a flash and a sudden stinging pain on his cheek, something warm running down it. He pressed a hand to his cheek and saw in the dim light of the bar, his own crimson blood on his hand.

"Now that's a lie. You weren't being stupid, you knew exactly what you were doing and you did it on purpose." Sophie put emphasis on her words making Nate flinch.

"You cut me?"

"I told you that if you lied there would be consequences now get over it," Sophie spat.

Nate felt the urge to reach out and comfort her, to help her deal with her anger. It wouldn't work though. She was fueled by blind rage and wouldn't listen to him. "Fine then, I did what I did Sophie. There's nothing you can do about it now. I told you what I did, what else do you want?"

"Why?" Sophie demanded.

Nate finally felt the rage starting to build up. He wanted to make a point. He wanted to make her hurt; to regret that she was yelling at him. "I was jealous that you moved on. I wanted you back. I'm sorry for wanting someone. You don't like it? Not. My. Problem."

"There is no need for you to be angry Nate. Now please just calm down," Sophie said through clenched teeth, shooting him a glare

"Why can't I be angry Sophie? Are you not happy that you're pregnant?"

Sophie buried her head in her hands. "Nate, please get out so I can think."

"Sophie it's my child too," Nate hissed.

"Get. Out."

"It's OUR child!"

Sophie grabbed his wrist tightly, slamming it vein side up, the knife pressed to his wrist, although not hard enough to break skin. "I said get out Nate. You do not want to mess with me right now."

Nate looked at his wrist and then up at Sophie. Her eyes were black and soulless and her face was twitching in anger. "I can't believe you'd hurt me."

"If I hurt you physically the way you've hurt me emotionally you would have lost more then 9 lives by now," Sophie growled, pressing the blade a little harder to his skin.

Nate started to feel pity rise inside him but shoved it away. "What are you gonna do when the baby's born? Are you going to leave me? The baby needs a father!"

Sophie took the blade away from his wrist and then slashed him across it. "I hate you."

Nate let out a cry of pain and grasped his open wrist. He blinked away the tears and pulled his hands away to see them soaked with deep red blood. He reached out to touch her face with his bloody hand. She didn't flinch at his touch.

"I want to help you. But you'd never let me." His voice was hoarse and his eyes were glossy. He pulled away, leaving a smeared red mark on her cheek.

Sophie let out a deep breath but didn't let her demeanor down. "Got to bed Nate. We both need a night to just think."

"Goodnight Sophie," Nate nodded. He wanted to kiss her so bad but knew he would probably end up with another cut on his face or another bloody wrist. It was like walking through jello as he slouched out the door. His world seemed to be collapsing around him and he had no idea what to do.

I was actually kind of afraid to post this chapter but the story is finished already so there's nothing I can do. (It's personally my favorite chapter and the last one) the next chapter will have insight from everyone else in the team. Thanks so much for the reviews guys! ^u^ It means a lot to me (yes 4 reviews means a lot to me)