So pleased with ourselves for using so many verbs and nouns

Disclaimer: I own nothing here and am just doing this to pass the time until Season 3 starts.

 

Spoilers: None. Set pre-series, about three years. Nate is married to Maggie, Sam is unwell.

 

Painting: Richard Diebenkorn, Cityscape 1 (Landscape No. 1), 1963, Oil on canvas, 60 1/4 x 50 1/2 in

 

 

A/N: Part three in a five-part series of one-shots focused on three of my favorite things: Nate, Sophie, and art. Special thanks to my brother, an art school graduate, for helping me pick this painting and for supplying the excellent description of Diebenkorn’s style. Any mistakes are my own, because as the older sister, it’s my birth-right to ignore him sometimes. :) 

 

 

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Sophie’s entire dating career had been something of a nightmare, which she attributed wholly to her pitiful selection of choices. As she saw it, she could either date a fellow grifter or date an honest citizen. The pitfalls of dating a fellow grifter were obvious: trust issues, paranoia, possible law enforcement investigations, double-crosses, and difficult schedules.

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I own nothing here and am just doing this to pass the time until Season 3 starts.

 

Spoilers: None. Set pre-series, about seven or eight years. Nate is married to Maggie and Sam is healthy.

 

 

A/N: Part one in a five-part series of one-shots focused on three of my favorite things: Nate, Sophie, and art. Special thanks to my brother, an art school graduate, for patiently answering all my questions and helping me select the perfect paintings for this series. Any mistakes are my own, because as the older sister, it’s my birth-right to ignore him sometimes. :) 

 

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Nate walked through the corridors of the museum administration building, greeting the familiar faces and commiserating with them over the broken air conditioning. Nate had always hated this modern monstrosity, condemning it as a blight on an otherwise perfectly respectable urban landscape. But since Maggie started working here as a freelance art authenticator a few weeks ago, he’d visited it often enough to develop a true loathing based on its many quirks and flaws. 

 

 

A/N: Written to try to satisfy lovesrogue36‘s prompt at leveragekink: ‘Nate/Sophie, fugitives on the run.’  Part two of three. Read part one here.

 

Disclaimer: I own nothing here and am just doing this for fun and to pass the time until Season 3. 

Spoilers: Entire series.

 

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Nate watches as Sophie drops her book and covers the space between them in three long strides. She settles herself gently on the edge of the bed. The look on her face reminds him of the time he ran away from home when he was seven. When he returned hours later, sheepish and hungry, his mother had looked like she didn’t know whether to smother him with hugs or slap him silly.

 

 

 

Disclaimer:  I own nothing here and am just doing this for fun and to ease my new-found Leverage addiction. Pre-series, no real spoilers.

 

Written for: lovesrogue36’s prompt at leveragekink : ‘Nate/Sophie, fugitives on the run.’ Beside the prompt, this story is inspired by the video conversation between Tara and Sophie in “The Runway Job” where Sophie tells Tara to ask Nate about something that happened on the Russian border.

 

A/N: My motto is ‘never let the facts get in the way of a good story.’ I did a bit of research, but could only track down replicas of the Kandinsky painting, Mit und Gegen. For the purpose of this fic, the original is 20”x24” oil on canvas. 

 

I’ve also made up everything involving travel and the geography of Uzbekistan and Kazakhstan, so just go with it, please. :) 

 

As for where this fits in the Leverage-verse, it pre-dates the series by maybe six years. (i.e. Nate’s still married and his kid is still healthy.)

 

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When Nate heard that his client, the Volgograd Museum of Art, was going to host a Kandinsky retrospective, his stomach sank. No matter how much things had changed in Russia, assembling that much priceless artwork in one place was just asking for trouble. He convinced the museum to hire extra security and upgrade their electronic systems, but he still knew that at least one painting, maybe more, was going to take a walk.