Author's Note: Holy Toledo guess who's back?! Here's the deal with this story- I had stuff written and just… never posted it, and then kind of moved on from Leverage and figured I'd just be done.
But! I've finally convinced my parents to watch the show so now I'm rewatching the whole series from the beginning with them (and let me tell you I have zero regrets. Zero.), so I figured I should jump back in and get to writing and posting for this story again!
"Tara," Parker hissed as she poked her head out from under the table.
Tara jumped and let out a little shriek. "Parker!" she squeaked. "What're you doing down there?"
"Waiting for everyone to leave," Parker said, like it was obvious. She scrambled out from underneath the table and hopped up to sit on top of it instead, crossing her legs neatly underneath her. "I need your help."
Tara frowned and sat back. It wasn't often that Parker asked for help, and she was surprised that she was asking her, of all people. "Um... Okay. What do you need?"
"I need..." Parker paused for dramatic effect. "To put on a fashion show!"
Tara snorted with laughter. "You? A fashion show? Honey, you tried to walk down the runway and you fell off the side."
Parker rolled her eyes. "It was for the con," she sighed, before hopping of the table. "Fine! I'll just go call Sophie if you won't help me. She loves clothes. And shopping. And me."
Tara sighed, knowing all of those things were true. She also knew that, as much as Sophie loved and mothered her team, she really did need some time for herself. "No, no, wait Parker," she called after the blond. "I'll help you out. Sorry, I was just surprised. Why do you want to do a fashion show, anyway?"
"Because Hardison and Eliot are always ogling models and I want to prove to them that, just because someone's doing a fashion show, it doesn't mean that they are hot enough to be ogled," Parker explained patiently.
Tara's brain jumped to about eight different things she could stay in reaction to that as she felt her heart sink. "Parker..." she murmured, now kind of wishing that Parker had called Sophie. "You're plan isn't going to work."
Parker frowned. "Why not?"
"Because the boys think you're hot," Tara answered with a laugh. "Eliot would never make a move on you but he thinks about it, and Hardison is obviously in love with you, so..."
"He's not," Parker scoffed. "I'm just the only girl around who's not off-limits."
"Mhm," Tara said skeptically. "Right. Anyway, if you start putting on fashion shows, you're just going to further increase their opinion that models are hot. Even if you're not a model, professionally."
Parker sat down. "Really?" she asked, frowning a little more. "They really think I'm that hot? Hotter than you?"
Tara snorted. "Well, I don't know about that," she said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "But they definitely think you're hot. So no fashion shows, okay? Unless you want one of them to jump you."
"Hm," Parker said, nodding slowly. "Okay. I'll keep that in mind."
And Tara wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but she figured she might as well just go along with it.