Title: stories and bloodlines

Fandom: Leverage/mythology

Disclaimer: not my characters

Warnings: future!fic

Pairings: implied Hardison/Parker

Rating: PG
Wordcount: 335

Point of view: third

Prompt: Leverage; team; turns out everyone but Nate are actually mythological figures in disguise.

Notes: I looked up some myths to try and spread the pantheons around a little. Two might be very obscure; I don't want to give it away, so if you don't get 'em, just ask.

"Papa!" Parker called, running over to the slight brunet with bright blue eyes. Nate raised a brow as the man turned and scooped Parker into a massive hug, swinging her around with a laugh.

"Darling!" he replied, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "I'm gone for a few years and you grow up. Ach, you children."

"Gonna introduce us?" Hardison asked, sounding somewhere between jealous and annoyed.

The stranger (and 'Papa'? really?) smirked. Parker said, "This is my grandpa Hermes."

"Herman," he added quickly. "Call me Herman."

Hardison stiffened, trying to stifle a hiss. Sophie smiled elegantly and took 'Herman's hand. "Wonderful to meet you," she purred. "Parker's said nothing about you."

Eliot simply bared his teeth in what couldn't ever be called a smile.

Herman raised Sophie's hand to his lips and said, "Enchanted." He released her hand and met her eyes. "Didn't I once know you as Epona?"

Another smile, this one a slight degree above Arctic. Nate tried to remember if any of Sophie's identities had ever been 'Epona' and couldn't think of one.

"That would've been a very long time ago, Herman," Sophie said. She took his arm and turned them towards a table, saying, "Now, Herman, you're going to buy us all a drink and tell us why you left Parker in the American foster-care system if you are, in fact, her grandfather."

Nate shook his head, wondering if everyone else had gone mad as Hardison added, "And then you're gonna teach me a few tricks, y'hear, Herman? There's a spider I gotta skip a few levels of badass to impress."

Eliot cut in between Sophie and Herman, seeming much much larger for a moment. "Explanation better be good, too," he said, and it sounded just like a growl.

Herman threw a glance at Parker. She grinned and waved.

Nate wanted a whiskey, but his team would never let him have one, so he simply sat down at the table and waited for the world to make sense again.