Warning! Not a small Drabble! This will be extremely long as I have already wrote most of it. Precede with caution. No slash but strong hints at canon pairings. Also watch for my Ocs I will have. I do not own leverage. (Hangs head in shame) also brownie points to anyone who gets my chapter titles. Might even write something for ya (if reasonable and under conditions) also shout out to my inspiration for this story "This is what falling feels like" by Mystikwriter It is awesome and hilarious so read it. And all the other stories in my favs. Or check out my stories if you really feel like it. Maybe. Ok enjoy!
Leverage: not one, but is now
Chapter one:The secret side of me
"If I throw a stick, will you go get it?"
Sophie was watching the thief interrogate the hitter for the fiftieth time that day and she could see the fumes starting to rise from the man. She was actually surprised he lasted this long. His toying with Parker's gullibility over unrealistic superstitions was fun at first but now it seemed his patience was running thin. The grifter decided to nudge her way in before things got out of hand.
"Is that why you growl a lot?"
Wow she was persistent.
"Do you have fleas?"
Sophie didn't like to yell but, "PARKER!"
This was getting ridiculous.
"IM NOT A DOG PARKER!"
Oh no. She's done it now.
"Don't be ridiculous. You're not a dog. I said you were a werewolf."
Eliot was practically fuming at this point.
"IM NOT ONE OF THOSE EITHER!"
"But you admit they exist?"
"So they don't exist?"
"So you are one?"
"YES! Wait NO!...PARKER QUIT IT!"
Eliot was lost at this point. Parker got what she wanted.
"YES! YOU ADMIT IT! YOURE A WEREWOLF! ELIOTS A WEREWOLF!"
There was a blissful pause where Sophie thought Parker would just take her success elsewhere to Nate or Hardison.
"But do you really have fleas?"
Eliot had to leave after that... She wanted a werewolf, he'd give her a werewolf. Eliot had a good plan for it too. -