( it'll be alright )
Fandom: Leverage
Characters/Pairings: Nate/Sophie
Word count: 731
Notes: Not all jobs are smooth sailing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my crazy ideas.
"A good scare is worth more to a man than good advice" - Proverb
"Nate..." He shook his head, keeping an arm around her and squeezing her hands, keeping her close.
"Don't... don't say anything." He moved his hand to her lips when she tried again, lightly pressing a finger. He couldn't listen. Sophie wouldn't blame him, or she'd tell him something that he couldn't hear, couldn't bring himself to hear.
"It'll be alright."
Sophie had tried advice, she'd tried giving him advice on so many occasions that she'd lost count. He'd scared her, countless times - his plans, those bloody crazy plans of his, and then he'd been shot. Twice. The first time Sophie had thought that she'd lose him. She'd blown the con in her fear of losing him. The second time she had. She'd returned and he'd gone, protecting them and sacrificing himself. She'd given him advice then but he'd bloody well not listened. Again.
This time it was different but yet it was still the same. They were on a job, playing the married couple that they did so well and they were close. At least they thought they were and that's when it when changed. They took their eyes away, losing focus for just a minute and they lost it.
"You conned me."
Sophie let out a small gasp in surprise as he stormed in, gun pointed at them. They'd only been at the office, their fake office, to finish up the con, gathering their things and leaving before anyone could know that they were there.
"Now, Mr Harrow." Nate fell back onto his southern accent, trying to minimise any damage and get out while they could. They had no back up, the rest of the team had already gone. "You got our best deal, you know that."
"Just shut up." His temper was raising but his arm was steady, keeping his gun straight. "You're thieves."
"I think you've gotten us mistaken." It was Sophie's try. She'd been the one who'd convinced Harrow to go with them in the first place, he'd trusted them... her. "If you're not happy we can try and sort something but there are contracts. You made a deal."
"I don't care about the deal. I want my money."
"I'm afraid we can't do that, a contract's a contract."
Harrow looked at Nate, just for a moment before flicking off the safety, looking back at Sophie.
"I want my money."
She was out of advice. Oh she'd tried to think of something, tried to talk to Harrow but it hadn't worked. She was out of advice. The con was gone and it was down to Nate. Sophie trusted him, she always had. She trusted him to remember what she'd said, to listen to her for once in his life.
He had, it just hadn't been enough.
Sophie had played death scenes, envisioned doing them countless times but when it was real it was something else. Nate had gone to her, all too aware that he was being yelled at to stop, that the gun was pointed at him. They didn't have the money, that was with the team. Nate had promised to get it back, had gotten out his phone to call Eliot to tell them to bring it but that hadn't been enough.
It had been quick. Sophie was stunned and then... no amount of practise helped with reality.
"Nate..." Sophie had felt his touch, the warmth from his hands and his protection. She tried to ignore the fear in his face, she had enough of her own, but it was too hard to block out.
"Don't... don't say anything." She tried still despite his words but stopped when his finger hit her lips, pushing her words back down. It wasn't his fault. She knew what he'd think, knew him too well to believe anything else. They were thieves, sometimes thieves died. That's what Sterling had once said and... it was true.
"It'll be alright." Sophie knew that he was trying but it wasn't reassuring, not enough. "We'll get you out of here."
He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, finally turning his head back to Harrow. He'd still been yelling, still threatening them. They'd both die if he didn't get his money.
"You'll get it, Mr Harrow." Nate's tone surprised Harrow. His accent was gone and his voice was far more calm and collected than it should of been. And then it hit him.
Characters/Pairings: Nate/Sophie
Word count: 731
Notes: Not all jobs are smooth sailing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my crazy ideas.
"A good scare is worth more to a man than good advice" - Proverb
"Nate..." He shook his head, keeping an arm around her and squeezing her hands, keeping her close.
"Don't... don't say anything." He moved his hand to her lips when she tried again, lightly pressing a finger. He couldn't listen. Sophie wouldn't blame him, or she'd tell him something that he couldn't hear, couldn't bring himself to hear.
"It'll be alright."
Sophie had tried advice, she'd tried giving him advice on so many occasions that she'd lost count. He'd scared her, countless times - his plans, those bloody crazy plans of his, and then he'd been shot. Twice. The first time Sophie had thought that she'd lose him. She'd blown the con in her fear of losing him. The second time she had. She'd returned and he'd gone, protecting them and sacrificing himself. She'd given him advice then but he'd bloody well not listened. Again.
This time it was different but yet it was still the same. They were on a job, playing the married couple that they did so well and they were close. At least they thought they were and that's when it when changed. They took their eyes away, losing focus for just a minute and they lost it.
"You conned me."
Sophie let out a small gasp in surprise as he stormed in, gun pointed at them. They'd only been at the office, their fake office, to finish up the con, gathering their things and leaving before anyone could know that they were there.
"Now, Mr Harrow." Nate fell back onto his southern accent, trying to minimise any damage and get out while they could. They had no back up, the rest of the team had already gone. "You got our best deal, you know that."
"Just shut up." His temper was raising but his arm was steady, keeping his gun straight. "You're thieves."
"I think you've gotten us mistaken." It was Sophie's try. She'd been the one who'd convinced Harrow to go with them in the first place, he'd trusted them... her. "If you're not happy we can try and sort something but there are contracts. You made a deal."
"I don't care about the deal. I want my money."
"I'm afraid we can't do that, a contract's a contract."
Harrow looked at Nate, just for a moment before flicking off the safety, looking back at Sophie.
"I want my money."
She was out of advice. Oh she'd tried to think of something, tried to talk to Harrow but it hadn't worked. She was out of advice. The con was gone and it was down to Nate. Sophie trusted him, she always had. She trusted him to remember what she'd said, to listen to her for once in his life.
He had, it just hadn't been enough.
Sophie had played death scenes, envisioned doing them countless times but when it was real it was something else. Nate had gone to her, all too aware that he was being yelled at to stop, that the gun was pointed at him. They didn't have the money, that was with the team. Nate had promised to get it back, had gotten out his phone to call Eliot to tell them to bring it but that hadn't been enough.
It had been quick. Sophie was stunned and then... no amount of practise helped with reality.
"Nate..." Sophie had felt his touch, the warmth from his hands and his protection. She tried to ignore the fear in his face, she had enough of her own, but it was too hard to block out.
"Don't... don't say anything." She tried still despite his words but stopped when his finger hit her lips, pushing her words back down. It wasn't his fault. She knew what he'd think, knew him too well to believe anything else. They were thieves, sometimes thieves died. That's what Sterling had once said and... it was true.
"It'll be alright." Sophie knew that he was trying but it wasn't reassuring, not enough. "We'll get you out of here."
He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, finally turning his head back to Harrow. He'd still been yelling, still threatening them. They'd both die if he didn't get his money.
"You'll get it, Mr Harrow." Nate's tone surprised Harrow. His accent was gone and his voice was far more calm and collected than it should of been. And then it hit him.