Same Old Song
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glorious_spoonTitle: Same Old Song
Pairing: mostly gen, mention of Nate/Sophie
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Five things the Leverage team know about each other. A brief character study.
1. Alec Hardison
Hardison's Nana was a former Army nurse named Rosaleen Friedman, and she got him when he got taken out of his second foster home because somebody was running a meth lab in the basement. She raised more than thirty foster kids and died of heart failure the year after he graduated high-school. The funeral was so packed that they couldn't all fit in the church.
Hardison dropped out of MIT a week the burial and fell off the grid for a long time. Nate started tracking him two and a half years later in Berlin, and as far as he knows, nobody's ever figured out where Hardison was for the intervening years. It's not something Hardison ever talks about.
No matter what, he visits Rosaleen's grave on the first of each month to clear away the grass and weeds, and every single time he leaves a dozen red roses. Nate figured this out after four months of tracking the newest boy-genius hacker on the scene, but he never used it.
Hardison's mother is still alive. Divorced, part-time waitress, chain-smoker, recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She lives in Staten Island, and as far as Nate knows, she hasn't seen her youngest son since he was removed from her care twenty years ago.
Her medical bills have all been paid by an anonymous donor based out of Boston.
2. Eliot Spencer
Nobody really knows much about Eliot, which is funny because he's less of a liar than the rest of them, Nate included. The name's a fake, Alec knows that much if only for the fact that Eliot Spencer appeared pretty much out of thin air in the mid-nineties, and before that his records are a big, fat blank.
He's nosy by nature, but when a few days of half-assed investigation don't turn up anything, he lets it lie. It doesn't actually seem entirely impossible that Eliot Spencer sprang fully formed from a war zone in the Middle East, anyway.
A long while later, he's playing around with some new facial recognition software and gets a hit on Facebook, of all things. It's an old scanned photo, a skinny grinning kid in a uniform and a buzzcut, and it takes Alec a good minute or two to make the connection.
The profile belongs to a forty-year-old woman in Omaha. The caption reads First tour, 1991. RIP baby bro.
With a name, Alec has a place to start. He spends twenty minutes tracking down old military records, hacks into the CIA database and spends another half hour skimming confidential files, then wipes his hard drive clean and closes his laptop.
He doesn't go looking again.
3. Parker
It doesn't happen all that often, but once in a while Parker breaks into his apartment and crawls into bed with him. The first time she does it Eliot comes up swinging, the same way he always does when somebody comes too near while he's out. There's a reason he always sleeps alone.
Parker has the reflexes of a cat, though, so when he blinks away enough of the sleep to figure out what's going on, she's on the other side of the room, mercifully uninjured. She's wearing pink flannel pajama pants and clutching a raggedy-looking stuffed animal.
Eliot pinches the bridge of his nose. "Damn it, Parker. What's wrong?"
"I can't sleep."
There's a lot he could say to that, but instead he just sighs and pats the bed next to him. "Come on, climb in. Next time, warn a guy. I coulda hurt you."
He gets her tucked under the blankets, where she curls up in a ball, knees tucked up against her chest, and she mumbles, "You wouldn't hurt me, Eliot," and closes her eyes.
He touches her hair for a second, feeling too big and clumsy in his own bedroom, and wonders what the hell he ever did to earn this kind of trust.
She never says why she does it, but from the nightmares--three, four, sometimes five a night--Eliot can guess enough. He sits up with her sometimes. He's not dumb enough to try and touch her, but he does talk, long rambling stories in the same soothing tone he'd use on a skittish horse.
Sometimes, it helps.
4. Sophie Deveraux
Parker isn't good with regular people, and people like Sophie are twice as hard because Sophie doesn't even know how to be honest with herself about what she wants from people.
She tries, though, and that's more than most people ever do with Parker.
After jobs sometimes, if she catches Parker in time, she'll take her out shopping. Parker won't buy anything, but Sophie doesn't seem to mind. She calls it 'girl time', and won't explain what that's supposed to mean when Parker asks.
"The blue dress," she says in the dressing room in Nordstrom. "It makes your skin look lovely."
Parker spins in front of a mirror, doubtfully. The skirt flares out around her legs, smooth silk and scratchy seams; it smells like new. "It's not very practical."
Sophie smiles, but she looks a little sad. There are dark circles under her eyes, and she smells like winter and worry under her expensive perfume. "It's not supposed to be practical, Parker."
"Okay," Parker says, even though she doesn't really understand. She pulls the dress off over her head and rolls it up. Silk folds small, and it'll be easy to stuff into the false lining of her coat without anybody noticing. She already took the security tags off. They were itchy. "I'll take it."
Sophie tugs the dress out of her hands before she can tuck it away, shakes it out. "I'll buy it for you."
5. Nathan Ford
Much as he'd deny it, Sophie knows that Nate is still living with the shame that eats him up from the inside. The others get it too, a little--Eliot calls it his Catholic guilt, laughing like it's a joke that isn't really funny--but not entirely.
Nate's not ashamed of being a thief, not really--not anymore. He's ashamed of the fact that he's been broken into a hundred little pieces, and he's ashamed of the way he can't quite put himself back together so that the cracks don't show. It's the most hurtful thing about him, because he thinks that none of them can see through him, when they all can.
They're all just so shattered in their own ways that it doesn't matter.
"You're trying to end up alone," is what she tells him, when what she means is, You stupid bastard, can't you see that we don't love you for being a good man?
Nate finally knows that he's not a good man. What he doesn't know is that none of them need him to be. That she doesn't need him to be.
Sometimes, she wonders if he'll figure that out in time.
Pairing: mostly gen, mention of Nate/Sophie
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Five things the Leverage team know about each other. A brief character study.
1. Alec Hardison
Hardison's Nana was a former Army nurse named Rosaleen Friedman, and she got him when he got taken out of his second foster home because somebody was running a meth lab in the basement. She raised more than thirty foster kids and died of heart failure the year after he graduated high-school. The funeral was so packed that they couldn't all fit in the church.
Hardison dropped out of MIT a week the burial and fell off the grid for a long time. Nate started tracking him two and a half years later in Berlin, and as far as he knows, nobody's ever figured out where Hardison was for the intervening years. It's not something Hardison ever talks about.
No matter what, he visits Rosaleen's grave on the first of each month to clear away the grass and weeds, and every single time he leaves a dozen red roses. Nate figured this out after four months of tracking the newest boy-genius hacker on the scene, but he never used it.
Hardison's mother is still alive. Divorced, part-time waitress, chain-smoker, recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She lives in Staten Island, and as far as Nate knows, she hasn't seen her youngest son since he was removed from her care twenty years ago.
Her medical bills have all been paid by an anonymous donor based out of Boston.
2. Eliot Spencer
Nobody really knows much about Eliot, which is funny because he's less of a liar than the rest of them, Nate included. The name's a fake, Alec knows that much if only for the fact that Eliot Spencer appeared pretty much out of thin air in the mid-nineties, and before that his records are a big, fat blank.
He's nosy by nature, but when a few days of half-assed investigation don't turn up anything, he lets it lie. It doesn't actually seem entirely impossible that Eliot Spencer sprang fully formed from a war zone in the Middle East, anyway.
A long while later, he's playing around with some new facial recognition software and gets a hit on Facebook, of all things. It's an old scanned photo, a skinny grinning kid in a uniform and a buzzcut, and it takes Alec a good minute or two to make the connection.
The profile belongs to a forty-year-old woman in Omaha. The caption reads First tour, 1991. RIP baby bro.
With a name, Alec has a place to start. He spends twenty minutes tracking down old military records, hacks into the CIA database and spends another half hour skimming confidential files, then wipes his hard drive clean and closes his laptop.
He doesn't go looking again.
3. Parker
It doesn't happen all that often, but once in a while Parker breaks into his apartment and crawls into bed with him. The first time she does it Eliot comes up swinging, the same way he always does when somebody comes too near while he's out. There's a reason he always sleeps alone.
Parker has the reflexes of a cat, though, so when he blinks away enough of the sleep to figure out what's going on, she's on the other side of the room, mercifully uninjured. She's wearing pink flannel pajama pants and clutching a raggedy-looking stuffed animal.
Eliot pinches the bridge of his nose. "Damn it, Parker. What's wrong?"
"I can't sleep."
There's a lot he could say to that, but instead he just sighs and pats the bed next to him. "Come on, climb in. Next time, warn a guy. I coulda hurt you."
He gets her tucked under the blankets, where she curls up in a ball, knees tucked up against her chest, and she mumbles, "You wouldn't hurt me, Eliot," and closes her eyes.
He touches her hair for a second, feeling too big and clumsy in his own bedroom, and wonders what the hell he ever did to earn this kind of trust.
She never says why she does it, but from the nightmares--three, four, sometimes five a night--Eliot can guess enough. He sits up with her sometimes. He's not dumb enough to try and touch her, but he does talk, long rambling stories in the same soothing tone he'd use on a skittish horse.
Sometimes, it helps.
4. Sophie Deveraux
Parker isn't good with regular people, and people like Sophie are twice as hard because Sophie doesn't even know how to be honest with herself about what she wants from people.
She tries, though, and that's more than most people ever do with Parker.
After jobs sometimes, if she catches Parker in time, she'll take her out shopping. Parker won't buy anything, but Sophie doesn't seem to mind. She calls it 'girl time', and won't explain what that's supposed to mean when Parker asks.
"The blue dress," she says in the dressing room in Nordstrom. "It makes your skin look lovely."
Parker spins in front of a mirror, doubtfully. The skirt flares out around her legs, smooth silk and scratchy seams; it smells like new. "It's not very practical."
Sophie smiles, but she looks a little sad. There are dark circles under her eyes, and she smells like winter and worry under her expensive perfume. "It's not supposed to be practical, Parker."
"Okay," Parker says, even though she doesn't really understand. She pulls the dress off over her head and rolls it up. Silk folds small, and it'll be easy to stuff into the false lining of her coat without anybody noticing. She already took the security tags off. They were itchy. "I'll take it."
Sophie tugs the dress out of her hands before she can tuck it away, shakes it out. "I'll buy it for you."
5. Nathan Ford
Much as he'd deny it, Sophie knows that Nate is still living with the shame that eats him up from the inside. The others get it too, a little--Eliot calls it his Catholic guilt, laughing like it's a joke that isn't really funny--but not entirely.
Nate's not ashamed of being a thief, not really--not anymore. He's ashamed of the fact that he's been broken into a hundred little pieces, and he's ashamed of the way he can't quite put himself back together so that the cracks don't show. It's the most hurtful thing about him, because he thinks that none of them can see through him, when they all can.
They're all just so shattered in their own ways that it doesn't matter.
"You're trying to end up alone," is what she tells him, when what she means is, You stupid bastard, can't you see that we don't love you for being a good man?
Nate finally knows that he's not a good man. What he doesn't know is that none of them need him to be. That she doesn't need him to be.
Sometimes, she wonders if he'll figure that out in time.
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Date: 2010-09-06 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-06 11:44 pm (UTC)Hardison's mother is still alive. Divorced, part-time waitress, chain-smoker, recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She lives in Staten Island, and as far as Nate knows, she hasn't seen her youngest son since he was removed from her care twenty years ago.
Her medical bills have all been paid by an anonymous donor based out of Boston.
It's exactly in line with his charcter. Sweet.
No matter what, he visits Rosaleen's grave on the first of each month to clear away the grass and weeds, and every single time he leaves a dozen red roses.
Oh Nana.... *sad sigh*
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Date: 2010-09-07 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-07 03:03 am (UTC)This is wonderful. Really super achingly wonderful.
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Date: 2010-09-11 12:26 am (UTC)Thank you for the review.
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Date: 2010-09-11 12:45 am (UTC)I like Hardison/Parker too--I'll read the hell out of it, but for some reason when I try to write, that one never quite comes out.
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Date: 2010-09-11 12:51 am (UTC)So Eliot/Hardison comes easier for you? Hmmmmmm.... *ponders* Nope. No idea why. I've read a few of this ships' fics and most of the writing is well, mediocre. Now if YOU were to present me with an Eliot/Hardison fic I would read through if faithfully to see if I can be convinced.
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Date: 2010-09-11 12:55 am (UTC)Although I actually find it a lot easier to write for ships I'm not in love with *ponders* I think it's because I have to think about it more? IDK.
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Date: 2010-09-11 02:59 am (UTC)Interesting theory. *squints contemplatively and steeples fingers* Thinking harder about something does add depth. Great scot! You might be on to something!
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Date: 2010-09-21 12:47 am (UTC)Eliot fascinates me, because (unlike, say, Sophie) he doesn't seem to make any real effort to conceal his past, but he doesn't really let people in.
I actually love Eliot/Parker (and Eliot/Hardison, and Hardison/Parker, and Eliot/Hardison/Parker; I'm easy :P), and I'd definitely write it if I got the right plot bunny.
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Date: 2010-11-16 08:49 pm (UTC)Would have loved it if Parker was climbing in Hardison's bed though...
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Date: 2010-11-16 09:25 pm (UTC)I think if Parker climbs into Hardison's bed, it's not going to be just for sleeping :P. And I'm actually with you on Leverage--I'm very picky about what fic I read for that fandom, because I love the show so much for what it is. It helps that it's still a pretty tiny fandom, though. There's just not a lot out there.
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Date: 2010-11-17 02:39 am (UTC)But Hardison is a push over when it comes to Parker. I can see him being adorable about it.
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Date: 2010-11-17 04:03 am (UTC)That would be amazing!