Fic: A Rare Lazy Day (Leverage, Gen, PG)
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sherydenTitle: A Rare Lazy Day
Author:sheryden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 626
Pairing: Gen, teamfic
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, Eliot would be shirtless in half the episodes.
Summary: The team spends the day at the beach.
Notes: Written forschmoop_bingo for the prompt "a day at the beach."
Nate glanced over the top of the book he was pretending to read. His team—his family—was a few feet away from him, and for the first time in a while, they all looked…happy. Not that they walked around miserable all the time. No, they were fairly content these days. But even Nate had to admit that the rapid pace of jobs was starting to wear them all a little thin.
The team’s latest job had gone off without a hitch, and they’d ended up finishing earlier than expected. Hardison had immediately started a probably-rehearsed speech about how “this was the Caribbean” and they all “deserved a few days on the beach.” Sophie had backed him up with a list of arguments about how the team needed to bond as a family and how Eliot was looking a little tired, and how there was an “absolutely adorable shoe store” near their hotel.
Nate had surprised them by agreeing almost immediately. Part of him, though, had been tempted to hold out for a while just to see if Eliot and Parker had little performances planned, as well.
Currently, Sophie was sunning herself on a beach chair, clad in nothing more than bathing suit, sunglasses, and a big brimmed sunhat. She’d planted herself as close to Nate as possible, apparently trying to remind him of exactly what he was missing by moving so slowly in the romantic department.
Eliot and Hardison were on the other side of Sophie, relaxing and bickering over the radio (Eliot was winning). Despite the heat and humidity, Eliot was still wearing a shirt. Nate could see fresh bruises from their most recent job peeking out of his tank top, and he made a mental note to pay more attention to his injuries in the future.
And Parker. Parker sat a few feet away from the boys, digging in the sand with a plastic shovel. She was building what was apparently supposed to be a sandcastle, though it looked a little more like some type of abstract sculpture. Of course, it was Parker. It might well have been and abstract sculpture. She looked carefree and childlike as she lumped another scoop of sand onto her creation.
Hardison stretched. “Now this is how you spend a weekend.”
Eliot took another sip of his pina colada and turned toward Hardison. “I thought you didn’t like the outdoors,” he said.
Laughing softly, Hardison said, “I don’t like your kind of outdoors. This right here?” His eyes followed a group of scantily clad young women as they strode down the beach, giggling and kicking at the sand. “This is fresh air I can get behind.”
“Yeah,” Eliot said with a grin. “Can’t argue with that. This version of the outdoors definitely has its perks.”
“Hey, Nate,” Hardison said, as he stood up. “Eliot agrees with me about something. You better see if he has a concussion.” He pointed at Eliot’s pina colada. “You want me to get you another girlie drink?”
Eliot sat up in his chair. “Hey, Parker,” he said. “You wanna bury Hardison in the sand?”
Parker looked up and him and flashed a mischievous grin. “You hold him down, and I’ll dig a hole.”
“Bury Hardison?” He shook his head and started backing away. “You must know another Hardison, because I know you ain’t talking about me.”
“Nope,” Parker said, climbing to her feet and brandishing the plastic shovel. “Only Hardison I know.”
“Sophie? You wanna help here?”
“Oh, play along, Hardison,” Sophie said lazily. “We’ll make them dig you out later.”
Laughing genuinely for the first time in a while, Nate watched Hardison try and fail to make a quick getaway. His team was happy, and for the time being, so was he.
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Author:
sherydenRating: PG
Word Count: 626
Pairing: Gen, teamfic
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, Eliot would be shirtless in half the episodes.
Summary: The team spends the day at the beach.
Notes: Written for
schmoop_bingo for the prompt "a day at the beach."Nate glanced over the top of the book he was pretending to read. His team—his family—was a few feet away from him, and for the first time in a while, they all looked…happy. Not that they walked around miserable all the time. No, they were fairly content these days. But even Nate had to admit that the rapid pace of jobs was starting to wear them all a little thin.
The team’s latest job had gone off without a hitch, and they’d ended up finishing earlier than expected. Hardison had immediately started a probably-rehearsed speech about how “this was the Caribbean” and they all “deserved a few days on the beach.” Sophie had backed him up with a list of arguments about how the team needed to bond as a family and how Eliot was looking a little tired, and how there was an “absolutely adorable shoe store” near their hotel.
Nate had surprised them by agreeing almost immediately. Part of him, though, had been tempted to hold out for a while just to see if Eliot and Parker had little performances planned, as well.
Currently, Sophie was sunning herself on a beach chair, clad in nothing more than bathing suit, sunglasses, and a big brimmed sunhat. She’d planted herself as close to Nate as possible, apparently trying to remind him of exactly what he was missing by moving so slowly in the romantic department.
Eliot and Hardison were on the other side of Sophie, relaxing and bickering over the radio (Eliot was winning). Despite the heat and humidity, Eliot was still wearing a shirt. Nate could see fresh bruises from their most recent job peeking out of his tank top, and he made a mental note to pay more attention to his injuries in the future.
And Parker. Parker sat a few feet away from the boys, digging in the sand with a plastic shovel. She was building what was apparently supposed to be a sandcastle, though it looked a little more like some type of abstract sculpture. Of course, it was Parker. It might well have been and abstract sculpture. She looked carefree and childlike as she lumped another scoop of sand onto her creation.
Hardison stretched. “Now this is how you spend a weekend.”
Eliot took another sip of his pina colada and turned toward Hardison. “I thought you didn’t like the outdoors,” he said.
Laughing softly, Hardison said, “I don’t like your kind of outdoors. This right here?” His eyes followed a group of scantily clad young women as they strode down the beach, giggling and kicking at the sand. “This is fresh air I can get behind.”
“Yeah,” Eliot said with a grin. “Can’t argue with that. This version of the outdoors definitely has its perks.”
“Hey, Nate,” Hardison said, as he stood up. “Eliot agrees with me about something. You better see if he has a concussion.” He pointed at Eliot’s pina colada. “You want me to get you another girlie drink?”
Eliot sat up in his chair. “Hey, Parker,” he said. “You wanna bury Hardison in the sand?”
Parker looked up and him and flashed a mischievous grin. “You hold him down, and I’ll dig a hole.”
“Bury Hardison?” He shook his head and started backing away. “You must know another Hardison, because I know you ain’t talking about me.”
“Nope,” Parker said, climbing to her feet and brandishing the plastic shovel. “Only Hardison I know.”
“Sophie? You wanna help here?”
“Oh, play along, Hardison,” Sophie said lazily. “We’ll make them dig you out later.”
Laughing genuinely for the first time in a while, Nate watched Hardison try and fail to make a quick getaway. His team was happy, and for the time being, so was he.
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