Just a bit of silly fluff in the "walk into a bar" vein.

Leverage, Eliot + Parker, they drive Hardison crazy, having entire conversations that nobody else can follow.

Nana needs help looking after her Grandson. Unfortunately, all she's got is a crew of only-semi-retired crooks.

Sometimes the juice is just juice.

It seemed like a good idea at the time—a road trip to the Grand Canyon—although Eliot doesn't actually remember agreeing to the idea. He figures it'll be fine as long as he does most of the driving.

So Alec had randomly mentioned that he was actually just gonna stay home on Thanksgiving and yes, as Eliot so awesomely put it, "play stupid video games."

“So, why are we here?” Sophie asked brightly, looking around the circle. Eliot sighed and looked at her. He had definitely noticed she was extremely hot, but it was covered in a layer of crazy too thick for him to get under. Besides, she was a teacher.

Alec Hardison has ten days to seduce Eliot Spencer. Parker helps.

Maggie couldn’t believe her eyes. “Elizabeth? Elizabeth Burke?”

Hardison built a robot to fight, but he gave it artificial intelligence to win. He didn’t expect it to come to life and for it to become such a big part of his life.

With their anniversary drawing close, Parker learns about the birthday of sex, finds an apprentice and stumbles into a job for the team. Also wherein Eliot is growly and awesome, Alec is a genius, Sophie is the fastest con in the west… or anywhere, and Nate puts up with all of them. ** Winner of Best Case Fic 2011 Fulcrum Award **

Leverage, OT3, five times Nate (or Sophie) thought that Hardison, Eliot and Parker were sleeping together, and one time that they actually were.

Smutty, kinky, threesome slash.

Parker recruits Eliot for a side job. Comedy and horror ensue.

Alec Hardison, if pressed, would probably suggest that he subscribes to a post-modern definition of identity.

Conversations with Parker rarely end where they begin.

So Alec had randomly mentioned that he was actually just gonna stay home on Thanksgiving and yes, as Eliot so awesomely put it, "play stupid video games."

“Make me a sandwich,” Parker says, so he does. “Cut the damn wire,” says Hardison, so he does. “Jump,” says Parker, says Hardison, and he never needs to ask, “How high?”

Sometimes, old warriors do get to retire.

Four times they worshipped each other, and one time someone else did.

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Leverage, Hardison/Eliot/Parker, They can't say it with words but it's hidden in their actions (mostly in the ones no one else would ever guess)

Leverage, Were!any/any(/any), The realisation that lycanthropy is spread through bodily fluids and so sex is totally out of the question.

The ability to render oneself intangible at will occasionally turns up as a superpower. These questions you have? Don't ask them. Notes: Takes place before The Empath and We Can Rebuild Him, but after Entropy and Chaos Magic.

"We should talk about Eliot," Alec says, at the same time Parker says, "We should have sex in a hammock."

While he's waiting for the men with the guns to decide what to do with him, Alec thinks about what he'll do if he gets home.

Eliot's their hitter, and taking on any physical threats to the team is his job, but there's something beyond professionalism – even beyond the obvious fact that Eliot relishes the fight itself – in the way he puts his body between Parker or Alec and any potential threat. Alec has a good view of Eliot's back on a lot of jobs, and he reads something in the tight line of Eliot's shoulder, in the slow turn of his foot as he steps into a fighting stance. Something possessive. Series

Parker doesn't understand why it has to be more complicated than: "I want to be with you, I just don't want to sleep with you." It's everyone else who has the problem. (Parker as a biromantic asexual.)

Eliot is baking pies. Alec and Parker are hoping to eat pies.

A one-night-stand becomes a whole lot more. If only life were that simple.