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Title: tea and sympathy
Ficverse: Leverage
Series: Understanding Among Thieves

Rating: Gen, PG
Length: 1400 ish
Characters: Sophie, Eliot
Teaser: "Sophie, he made me a mute!"

Notes: More conversations. Actually, I was already on to the next one between these two, when I realised I needed another beat before that. And then I realised I could just have a little play with how I think the conversation went between them when Eliot called her in 2.08, The Ice Man Job.
Warnings/Spoiler: Up to 2.08. Can be read on its own, but follows and builds on the previous stories (linked at the end). Which, you will notice, if you care, finally got a series name.
Disclaimer: Stuff that's not mine is not mine. Includes some dialogue from 2.08.
Feedback: let's hear it. The good, the bad, the ugly....

Sophie cradled the mug of tea, enjoying the warmth on her hands even though the evening had turned out beautifully mild. The autumn evenings were shortening, but the twilight lingered on. London was just beginning to glow more than the sky. It was her favorite time of day to sit on the sill of the third-story bedroom window, gazing over rooftops toward the city, thinking, dreaming.

Being here again, this room, this view, the years melted away. The choices she'd made then ... the paths those choices had taken her on ... the people those paths had brought her to.

She owed them more than "Sophie Devereaux". Maybe here she could start to figure out who that could be.

She took a sip, and her eyes fluttered closed, the better to savor it. Perfect temperature, perfectly steeped. How she'd missed Tetley's. Somehow tea in America never had that taste...

Her phone gave a distinctive, country-twang guitar jangle. Speaking of America –

"Hello, Eliot," she answered after retrieving the phone from her bed, resettling on the sill, juggling her mug expertly.

"Sophie, he made me a mute!"

Sophie blinked. For all that Eliot's snarl was wolfishly deep, there were times when it could have come straight off the playground. She frowned, puzzling it out. "Nate?"



"Oh dear," she said, when she couldn't think of anything else.

There was a pause. "I can hear you smiling," he said.

It got wider. "I'm not," she assured him shamelessly, and to no avail.


She laughed. "I can hear you rolling your eyes."

He laughed too, loosening up somewhat. "So how's London?" he asked, shelving the Hardison made me a mute fuss, presumably until he could return to it with more dignity. His regrouping tactic wasn't just small talk, though; his casual tone couldn't hide his genuine regard for how she was.

She didn't bother even wondering how he knew where she'd gone. "Just the way I left it," she replied equally lightly, but knew she'd hid the warmth she felt at his concern no better than he had.

"Sounds about right for ol' Blighty," he disparaged, but not too rudely.

"As compared to the ever-changing kaleidescope that is Kentucky?" she said sweetly.

That got another short laugh out of him. "And how's yourself?"

She smiled at the deliberate phrasing, the slight lilt he included. "Oh, I'm sure I'm lying around here someplace."

"Backtrack to the last place you saw it, huh?" he asked, easy with unspoken understanding. He probably understood better than she did. "Could work."

She took another sip of the cooling tea. "It's a start."

"Yeah. Well..." He trailed off, pregnant with second thoughts on what he'd allow himself to say. "Anyway. I guess I shouldn't have called. Giving you space and all."

"Eliot," she chided gently. "Don't be silly. Now – what is it? You're muscle, and Hardison told the mark you're mute?"

Eliot seemed unsurprised that she'd figured out what was going on, which meant Parker had let slip that they'd already talked. She felt a pang at that, wondering if Nate knew, too. But Eliot's growl brought her back to the matter at hand. "He's called himself the Ice Man."

"Oh ... dear."

"The Ice Man, Sophie! I can't work with this guy! Every time he opens his mouth, I'm ready to punch him in it." There was a beat, and then he added, more aggrieved than ever, "And that was before!"

"I know, I know. But ... he's young. He's just trying to prove himself. He'll learn." This wasn't exactly news for either of them, but she needed to mark place somehow while she let him vent.

"Can he learn from a fist in his face?"

She grinned. "Look, Nate knows what he's doing. It'll work out."

There was a silence, and unlike the previous ones, this one worried her. "Yeah," he said, eventually, the lack of conviction doing absolutely nothing to reassure her.

"Eliot, what's wrong?" she asked sharply.



"Well – you left, sweetheart. That has consequences."

She drew in a hard little breath. He hadn't said it accusingly – had tried to avoid saying it in the first place – but she felt the sting anyway. Just as he'd known she would.

She stared unseeingly at where London lit up the now-dark horizon. "I had to," she said, in miserable certainty.

He sighed. "I know."

"What was I supposed to do?"

"I ain't blaming you," he said, although she suspected that wasn't completely true. "But now there's only me to keep them all on kilter. Which ain't exactly easy even when you are here."

It was her turn to sigh. "I know."

Suddenly his tone changed, holding the phone away from his mouth, calling out. "Parker! Over here!" He returned to the phone. "Listen, I gotta go."

"Wait – how's she doing?"

"Well, she hasn't stabbed anyone or jumped out of any buildings yet," he said drily. More seriously, and with an undercurrent of pride, he continued, "She's getting the job done. We had to practice walking all freaking afternoon, but your Jimmy Choos helped. And the diamond bit worked perfectly for her to anchor the character."

"Eliot ... you helped her practice high heels?"

"What?... No!"

She laughed. Somehow, that restored her confidence that Eliot was equal to this. "I see. And yet you can't handle a little thing like Hardison making you a mute?"

"It's his ego. Which ain't little."

She could hear him about to get off the phone, but she wasn't about to leave him wallowing in his crankiness. Time for some sternness. "No, no, listen. It doesn't matter. This is your job."

"But –"

Sophie drew on memories of generals and commanders, and one particularly terrifying headmistress, and pitched her voice to match. "Are you under the impression we count on you because just anyone could do what you do? Quit your bitching and be the adult. Your team's one down and you have to step up your game."

He came back hot and angry. And motivated. "I know!"

"Then what's the problem?"

He fumed. "He's driving me crazy."

"Well suck it up, cowboy! You've got to keep this thing on the rails."

"How, huh? I'm backup. They can't rely on me."

She understood his frustration – shared it, in fact – but that didn't change the situation. "Find a way! They need you to. I need –"

"Alright," he said impatiently; he already knew everything she would say, knew it was true. Had probably known it even before he called her.

But there were times when just knowing it wasn't enough. Times when you had to hear it out loud, from someone else. Someone who had also already listened to your woes, and cared. She was almost 100% sure he'd heard her, that he really was back on task, but that was only almost 100%. She wouldn't allow the note of impatience to do its job of deflecting her.

"Eliot –"


There it was: that ground-out inflection of commitment she was listening for, assuring her he would, and could, look after them all. She sighed with relief. "Alright."

"Hey –" he said suddenly, the tension loosened in his voice, "– thanks."

She smiled at his easy frankness, emotion caught in her throat, unable to speak for a second. Just two words, but they cut to the heart of the very best part of her and what she could give. The person she had to figure out how to be.

He didn't need her to say anything more. "Don't tell Nate I called," he said, almost an afterthought, and then he was gone. Off to do his job. Every now and then, it occurred to her that life might be much, much simpler if she could only fall for this friend, instead of Nate. Yet those sorts of things did not seem to run according to pragmatism. And when she actually thought about it, she doubted it really would be that simple. It never was.

She closed her phone and tossed it on the bed. Another sip of her barely-warm tea, enjoying the cool breeze that whispered through her window. "Wouldn't dream of it," she told the night.

Understanding Among Thieves series:
to reach an understandingShe held up the food. “Brought you some dinner. I thought you could do with it.”
picking up the pieces"I'm fine," she told him a little crossly.
tea and sympathy – "Sophie, he made me a mute!"
after the falloutCursing all arrogant, thoughtless, high-minded do-gooders, he stomped down the stairs.


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Jan. 16th, 2011 05:42 pm (UTC)
Oh, Eliot...

(I've got to say, Sophie and Eliot just being friends is something I really like about this. It feels very true to character.)
Jan. 17th, 2011 02:13 am (UTC)
Ah, yes. Eliot. (...)

Thanks! I love their friendship, and while a romance between them might be very interesting, it's just not something I can see developing what with everything else they've got going on. So. :)
Jan. 16th, 2011 06:52 pm (UTC)
Hey, I really liked this!!! I love the characterizations here, their friendship, the dialogue - all really realistic. I like that she thinks Eliot would be simpler to fall for but knows that's not how it works. And that conversation about 'yourself' -great job
Jan. 17th, 2011 02:18 am (UTC)
Thanks! There's something about Sophie and Eliot's interactions that really intrigues me, which I guess is why it's become a series. They bring things out in one another, and see things in each other, that doesn't happen with any of the others. It's like they SEE each other, but maybe for that reason aren't fascinated by each other. Or something. *shrug* Anyway, it's fun to write :)
Jan. 16th, 2011 07:13 pm (UTC)
I love it. There's so many touches here that are just them and you write great conversation.
Jan. 17th, 2011 02:19 am (UTC)
Thanks! Sometimes I'm tempted to just do pure dialogue and see if I can still catch them. Maybe one day, with the right idea....
Jan. 16th, 2011 08:44 pm (UTC)
I really like the unspoken communication between them here; it's hard to portray that in a phone call, but you do it well. Also, I love the little bit about tea :)
Jan. 17th, 2011 02:23 am (UTC)
Thanks. There's so much they communicate without words, because they know the other one already gets it. Which is fun, but also excessive to describe sometimes. Gah!

And the tea thing ... I think all expats get that one. :D
Jan. 16th, 2011 08:53 pm (UTC)
although... i do see the possibility of more than friendship between these two.

of course ... i've been seeing that possibility from day one because i just love em both!

really nice job!
Jan. 17th, 2011 02:26 am (UTC)
Oh believe me, I see the possibility! I just can't make it work in the context of show canon, and since I'm trying to keep these little conversations canon-compliant, that ain't happening. Then again, between S2 and S3, I've got six months to play with without Nate. Which might not won't get them together, but may well stir things up some! *evil chuckle*
Jan. 16th, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC)
Loved the friendship between them. I like Eliot and Sophie as friends. I think it's interesting because they're so different, but able to make it work.
Jan. 17th, 2011 02:28 am (UTC)
Different, and yet also peers. They're both keeping an eye on Nate, and trying to keep Hardison and Parker out of too much trouble. So, yeah, there's a lot to play with there. I love their friendship too much to mess it around (much) :)
Jan. 20th, 2011 05:35 pm (UTC)
Yet again, this is wonderful. You write Sophie/Eliot conversation so beautifully, so realistically. These twwwwwoooo! Nggghhh. Their relationship is obviously intensely interesting, and it's always great to break it down, to meditate on it in fic. Which again, you just do very, very well!

And especially this:

That got another short laugh out of him. "And how's yourself?"

She smiled at the deliberate phrasing, the slight lilt he included. "Oh, I'm sure I'm lying around here someplace."

"Backtrack to the last place you saw it, huh?" he asked, easy with unspoken understanding. He probably understood better than she did. "Could work."

So well done.
Jan. 20th, 2011 09:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you! You've put a big old smile on my face. I second your Nggghhh.

Their relationship is obviously intensely interesting

From the moment they had that "That's an odd place for you to be." "That's an odd place for you to know" I was hooked. That playfulness and knowingness and challenge and careful reserve all just ... blend together into a gorgeous cocktail that doesn't need to be sexual to be charged. Which is something I want to preserve because it's so unusual. I like that they just CARE about each other. And that they can just be themselves, because they're not trying to impress each other, or compete. And that they can call one another out. And play. And!

Well, you know. Anyways. :)
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