FIc: Labyrinth (Gen, PG)
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sherydenTitle: Labyrinth
Author:sheryden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 462
Characters: Sophie
Spoilers: "The Two Live Crew Job" 2.07
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Eliot would be shirtless in every episode.
Summary: A missing scene takes place after the end of "The Two Live Crew Job." Sophie contemplates life and identity.
Notes: This little ficlet was written for the vacation challenge at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
leverageland. Now that the voting is over, I can post it. :)
Sophie dipped a finger into her tea and made a face. It wasn’t the first cup she’d let go cold, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. The tea was only a decoration anyway, a trinket that allowed her to feel as though she fit in with the rest of the patrons in this little café.
She’d been strolling to the café every day since she’d arrived in Europe two weeks ago. It was a place to sort through her thoughts, and it didn’t feel quite as claustrophobic as her hotel room. She didn’t want to admit it, but this place had become her balm against the loneliness that threatened to overtake her since she’d left Nate standing in the cemetery that day.
Granted, she could always go back to Boston—back home. This little vacation had been her idea, after all. She could pack her bags and book passage on the next flight to Boston. Eliot, Parker, and Hardison would be all-too-thrilled to see her walk through the door (if the steady stream of e-mails and phone calls were any indication). And Nate. Certainly, he would be relieved and possibly even happy if she were to return.
This little journey of hers wasn’t about questioning her place on the team. It wasn’t really even about Nate—though he complicated the issue with his frustrating inability to admit what he needed from her. No, she would go back to them eventually—of that she was certain. In fact, she ached to be back where she belonged.
But certainty stopped there. Sophie’s life had become a labyrinth of identities and tangled emotions. No matter which path she took, she always seemed to run into a wall—another memory of a name she’d discarded long ago but to which she still clung fiercely. Fragments of a life partially lived yet never fully realized. Somewhere along the way, amidst the cons and adventure, she’d forgotten who she really was. Standing at her own “grave” with Nate that day, Sophie had realized that if she were to ever be a whole person, she would have to put the pieces of her identity back together.
And so here she was—a tourist traveling back through the landmarks of her scattered life.
Her waiter, a young man in his twenties with dark hair and sparkling blue eyes approached her table. “Can I get you anything else?”
Conjuring up a smile, she said, “Another tea, perhaps.”
He nodded and quickly returned with a hot cup of tea. Placing the cup in front her, he smiled warmly and asked, “Are you in town on business?”
She took sip of tea and vowed internally to finish it while it was still hot this time. “No,” she said. “No, just a vacation.”
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Author:
sherydenRating: PG
Word Count: 462
Characters: Sophie
Spoilers: "The Two Live Crew Job" 2.07
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Eliot would be shirtless in every episode.
Summary: A missing scene takes place after the end of "The Two Live Crew Job." Sophie contemplates life and identity.
Notes: This little ficlet was written for the vacation challenge at
leverageland. Now that the voting is over, I can post it. :)Sophie dipped a finger into her tea and made a face. It wasn’t the first cup she’d let go cold, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. The tea was only a decoration anyway, a trinket that allowed her to feel as though she fit in with the rest of the patrons in this little café.
She’d been strolling to the café every day since she’d arrived in Europe two weeks ago. It was a place to sort through her thoughts, and it didn’t feel quite as claustrophobic as her hotel room. She didn’t want to admit it, but this place had become her balm against the loneliness that threatened to overtake her since she’d left Nate standing in the cemetery that day.
Granted, she could always go back to Boston—back home. This little vacation had been her idea, after all. She could pack her bags and book passage on the next flight to Boston. Eliot, Parker, and Hardison would be all-too-thrilled to see her walk through the door (if the steady stream of e-mails and phone calls were any indication). And Nate. Certainly, he would be relieved and possibly even happy if she were to return.
This little journey of hers wasn’t about questioning her place on the team. It wasn’t really even about Nate—though he complicated the issue with his frustrating inability to admit what he needed from her. No, she would go back to them eventually—of that she was certain. In fact, she ached to be back where she belonged.
But certainty stopped there. Sophie’s life had become a labyrinth of identities and tangled emotions. No matter which path she took, she always seemed to run into a wall—another memory of a name she’d discarded long ago but to which she still clung fiercely. Fragments of a life partially lived yet never fully realized. Somewhere along the way, amidst the cons and adventure, she’d forgotten who she really was. Standing at her own “grave” with Nate that day, Sophie had realized that if she were to ever be a whole person, she would have to put the pieces of her identity back together.
And so here she was—a tourist traveling back through the landmarks of her scattered life.
Her waiter, a young man in his twenties with dark hair and sparkling blue eyes approached her table. “Can I get you anything else?”
Conjuring up a smile, she said, “Another tea, perhaps.”
He nodded and quickly returned with a hot cup of tea. Placing the cup in front her, he smiled warmly and asked, “Are you in town on business?”
She took sip of tea and vowed internally to finish it while it was still hot this time. “No,” she said. “No, just a vacation.”
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