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

"During a con, Parker runs into someone from her past. Anything that's warned for is alluded to as something that happened in the past, but I warned just to be safe. Parker gen and team fic."

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

On Saturday, Parker – or Alice – meets Peggy for coffee. The whole coffee part of the thing is an ordeal: entering the building by the front door, standing in the line with all the other customers, ordering a drink and sitting down without even having the pretext of scoping the place out for potential thievery.

Eliot cooks. Alec likes it.

"This is how you talk to women?" says Hardison from the peanut gallery. "Really?"

"I think we've encountered something that's more in line with your job description than ours," Eliot said. "Could you get out to DC soon? Like now?"

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."

waking up to ash and dust: Eliot doesn't like hospitals. There are a few reasons for that. like you know i am better than the worst thing i ever did: “I’m goin’ to die for them,” he says to Sophie, before he ever says it to Nate, and it is not a simple statement of fact but a barebones confession, the helpless bleeding of a wound that he was too smart to not know had been made but he’d been putting pressure of for years, hoping that with spit and a prayer that he could make it heal, but he never could, isn’t sure that the stitches that could close that wound have even been invented. “Yes,” she says, “And how long have you known that?”

“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?”

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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.)

"In which Sophie tells horror stories, Eliot is a princess and Nate is confused."

They send Azrael to fetch him because he will not listen to anyone else. “Brother,” Azrael says. “It is time to come home. Your vessel is ready to be claimed.” The being that calls himself Eliot Spencer turns to the Angel of Death and replies, “I’m busy; already got some plans. Come back later.” That is the first attempt, but nowhere near the last. [AU during season 5 of Supernatural]

"There's a tiny scrap of a woman leaning against the wall near her. Jo's been too focused on the lack of readings, senses dulled by the white noise of the crowd. She curses herself silently."

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. (An Alec Hardison character study.)

This story starts, as many of the greatest stories in history do, with a talking frog.

Neal doesn't often talk about his family. / Parker said, "This is my grandpa Hermes." [Two interconnected drabbles involving Hermes, God of Thieves.]

In which Cordelia is rescued by team Leverage instead of team Angel.

Five times Parker, Hardison, and Eliot lived out romcom tropes for a con, and one time they found themselves in one for real.

A year later, Sophie and Nate finally remember to get married. Looks like Eliot beat them to the punch.

She leans over the railing, her fingers snug around the metal out of experience, not of fear. She leans over further, feeling the wind scrape against her bare face. Her hair is safely tucked away, and she leans over a little more, looking at the sprawling world below. She always has loved skyscrapers. It’s not even the thrill - it’s the freedom.

Eliot watches, fascinated, as Hardison brings the joint to his lips and inhales, making the lit end burn bright and cherry-red for several long seconds.

A collection of some of waterbird13's Leverage ficlets.

The Leverage team gets called in to find and help someone caught between something he doesn't think he's earned and something no one deserves.

Parker, Hardison, and Eliot are youtubers. And also criminals, incidentally.