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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-12-25 09:20 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-12-25 09:20 pm
Sophie - Teamwork
Fandom: Leverage/Human Target
Title: Teamwork
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sophie Devereaux, Christopher Chance, Eliot Spencer, Nate Ford, Guerrero, Laverne Winston
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xoverland Challenge: Big Bang
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: In which Eliot and Chance have issues, Sophie gets her ego stroked, and Winston has a headache.
Author’s Note: …. More something random from the recesses of my brain. I think seeing that the these two teams together would be hysterical just for the banter alone.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to TNT and Fox. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“No. I won’t do it.”
“Won’t do what?” Sophie asked as she made her way into the room, glancing between Nate and Eliot. “What’s going on?”
“We have a new client,” Nate said slowly. “And Eliot is objecting to their choice of bodyguard.”
“He’s not a freakin’ bodyguard, alright? I know that guy, and he’s no saint. He’s an assassin.”
Sophie raised an eyebrow between the two men for a moment, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “People can change, Eliot. You know that better than anyone.”
Eliot turned to face her with a glare. “He’s different.”
“And why is that, exactly?”
Eliot grit his teeth and sputtered for a moment, before spitting out: “Cuz he’s a pain in my ass, alright? He’s reckless, he makes stupid moves, and he’s just going to wind up getting himself or all of us killed.”
Sophie was doing her best not to laugh. She really was. “Alright. Who is this mysterious assassin-turned-bodyguard?”
Eliot was about to spit out a name, but Nate cut him off before he could. “Christopher Chance.”
“The Christopher Chance?” Sophie asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well, this I have to see.”
She started to walk past them, heading into the bar, and she could hear the boys sputtering after her, but she didn’t stop. She wasn’t about to let them spoil her fun. There were three men sitting near one of the booths on the other end of the bar. She slipped her hands in her pockets as she made her way closer, looking each of them over individually, before actually speaking.
“Which one of you is Christopher Chance?”
“He is,” the shorter of the three replied, pointing to the good looking one in the group. “Dude. You’re Sophie Devereaux.”
Oh, Sophie liked him already. “I take it you’ve heard of me?”
“It’s a sad day when someone hasn’t heard of Sophie Devereaux,” the man who had been indicated as Chance replied. “Christopher Chance. These are my partners, Guerrero and Winston.”
“A pleasure, all around,” she said with a nod. “And flattery will get you nowhere.” Or everywhere, but she had to at least put up the front. “My colleagues tell us you want to do some business with us.”
“Helen Traverns,” Winston replied. “She decided to double book just to be sure—she hired us for protection, and you to actually help them.”
“What’s the case?”
Winston outlined the case for her, giving her all the details while she considered them quietly, turning the thin straw in the drink in front of her. It wasn’t hers, but she needed something to do with her hands while she was listening. At the close of the presentation, she considered for a moment, before turning back to him.
“Alright boys, here’s the deal,” she sighed. “We can work together but there have to be a few conditions. Ground rules.”
“We can work with ground rules,” Chance nodded. “What’d you have in mind?”
“Firstly, we don’t take a dime from the clients. We are paid via an alternate revenue stream—we’ll pay your fee, if necessary. Secondly, we’re involved in every step of the process together. No showboating and leaving us holding the bag when we’re supposed to be working as a team.”
“Both perfectly reasonable,” Winston nodded. “Anything else?”
“One more,” Sophie sighed, turning a finger to point to Chance. “You have to work out whatever there is between you and Eliot.”
Chance hesitated, watching her as though he was trying to determine whether or not she was actually serious. When Sophie didn’t flinch, he leaned back in the booth. “That might take a little longer than you think.”
“Eliot doesn’t trust you. I know he’s only one out of all of us, but he can’t do the job he’s supposed to do if he’s constantly waiting for you to stab him in the back. Working out whatever unfinished business there is between the two of you is best for all parties involved.”
Chance sighed, before nodding. “Fine. Where is he?”
Sophie pointed back towards the room behind her, and Chance nodded, before sliding out of the booth and heading towards the back room. Sophie smiled up at the waitress as she brought over her usual drink, then turned back to Guerrero and Winston, who were both looking up at her skeptically.
“You are aware that them ‘settling their issues’ is really just going to end in them kicking the crap out of each other, right?” Winston asked.
“Mmmm,” Sophie nodded. “Why do you think I suggested they do it now?”
“Good,” Winston nodded, before ordering another drink of his own. “Just checking.”
Title: Teamwork
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sophie Devereaux, Christopher Chance, Eliot Spencer, Nate Ford, Guerrero, Laverne Winston
xoverland Challenge: Big BangContent Warning: N/A
Summary: In which Eliot and Chance have issues, Sophie gets her ego stroked, and Winston has a headache.
Author’s Note: …. More something random from the recesses of my brain. I think seeing that the these two teams together would be hysterical just for the banter alone.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to TNT and Fox. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“No. I won’t do it.”
“Won’t do what?” Sophie asked as she made her way into the room, glancing between Nate and Eliot. “What’s going on?”
“We have a new client,” Nate said slowly. “And Eliot is objecting to their choice of bodyguard.”
“He’s not a freakin’ bodyguard, alright? I know that guy, and he’s no saint. He’s an assassin.”
Sophie raised an eyebrow between the two men for a moment, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “People can change, Eliot. You know that better than anyone.”
Eliot turned to face her with a glare. “He’s different.”
“And why is that, exactly?”
Eliot grit his teeth and sputtered for a moment, before spitting out: “Cuz he’s a pain in my ass, alright? He’s reckless, he makes stupid moves, and he’s just going to wind up getting himself or all of us killed.”
Sophie was doing her best not to laugh. She really was. “Alright. Who is this mysterious assassin-turned-bodyguard?”
Eliot was about to spit out a name, but Nate cut him off before he could. “Christopher Chance.”
“The Christopher Chance?” Sophie asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well, this I have to see.”
She started to walk past them, heading into the bar, and she could hear the boys sputtering after her, but she didn’t stop. She wasn’t about to let them spoil her fun. There were three men sitting near one of the booths on the other end of the bar. She slipped her hands in her pockets as she made her way closer, looking each of them over individually, before actually speaking.
“Which one of you is Christopher Chance?”
“He is,” the shorter of the three replied, pointing to the good looking one in the group. “Dude. You’re Sophie Devereaux.”
Oh, Sophie liked him already. “I take it you’ve heard of me?”
“It’s a sad day when someone hasn’t heard of Sophie Devereaux,” the man who had been indicated as Chance replied. “Christopher Chance. These are my partners, Guerrero and Winston.”
“A pleasure, all around,” she said with a nod. “And flattery will get you nowhere.” Or everywhere, but she had to at least put up the front. “My colleagues tell us you want to do some business with us.”
“Helen Traverns,” Winston replied. “She decided to double book just to be sure—she hired us for protection, and you to actually help them.”
“What’s the case?”
Winston outlined the case for her, giving her all the details while she considered them quietly, turning the thin straw in the drink in front of her. It wasn’t hers, but she needed something to do with her hands while she was listening. At the close of the presentation, she considered for a moment, before turning back to him.
“Alright boys, here’s the deal,” she sighed. “We can work together but there have to be a few conditions. Ground rules.”
“We can work with ground rules,” Chance nodded. “What’d you have in mind?”
“Firstly, we don’t take a dime from the clients. We are paid via an alternate revenue stream—we’ll pay your fee, if necessary. Secondly, we’re involved in every step of the process together. No showboating and leaving us holding the bag when we’re supposed to be working as a team.”
“Both perfectly reasonable,” Winston nodded. “Anything else?”
“One more,” Sophie sighed, turning a finger to point to Chance. “You have to work out whatever there is between you and Eliot.”
Chance hesitated, watching her as though he was trying to determine whether or not she was actually serious. When Sophie didn’t flinch, he leaned back in the booth. “That might take a little longer than you think.”
“Eliot doesn’t trust you. I know he’s only one out of all of us, but he can’t do the job he’s supposed to do if he’s constantly waiting for you to stab him in the back. Working out whatever unfinished business there is between the two of you is best for all parties involved.”
Chance sighed, before nodding. “Fine. Where is he?”
Sophie pointed back towards the room behind her, and Chance nodded, before sliding out of the booth and heading towards the back room. Sophie smiled up at the waitress as she brought over her usual drink, then turned back to Guerrero and Winston, who were both looking up at her skeptically.
“You are aware that them ‘settling their issues’ is really just going to end in them kicking the crap out of each other, right?” Winston asked.
“Mmmm,” Sophie nodded. “Why do you think I suggested they do it now?”
“Good,” Winston nodded, before ordering another drink of his own. “Just checking.”