Using this for the wild card spot on the leverage bingo mini game at livejournal... I don't own Leverage


A dark haired, brown eyed little girl stomped into the room where Sophie Devereaux was currently catching up on some reading.

"Mommy, Uncle Eliot spanked me!" the little girl announced in tones of serious affront.

The accused uncle followed the little girl in and leaned up against the kitchen counter. His show of nonchalance wasn't fooling Sophie; he wasn't sure if he'd crossed a line or not.

Sophie set her book down. "Did you deserve it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at the girl.

"I just wanted to see what was in there!"

"And I told you no," Eliot growled. "Unlike your mother, I still have hope that I'll be able to convince you to do what I say when it pertains to your safety."

Sophie tossed him a scathing look but then refocused. "So, Uncle Eliot told you not to do something, you did it, you got punished, and you expect me to think there's a problem? You're lucky it was him and not me. He's a baby when it comes to hitting girls. I have no such problem."

"But-" the little girl tried to start, and her mother overrode her.

"And since you obviously still don't know it was wrong, you can go think it over in your room. I expect you to stay there until dinner." A look crossed the girl's face, and Eliot had to try extra hard not to grin, because he'd seen it from her mother a hundred times. It was the one that said 'I'm not gonna put up with this for long'.

After about a thirty second staring match, the six year old sighed and stormed off, slamming her bedroom door when she got there as a way of voicing her displeasure.

Sophie turned to Eliot. "I give it another year, maybe two, and she'll be out arguing me. Just like Nate. I used to win arguments against him before he stopped drinking. Not anymore."

Eliot turned to leave and she said "Oh, and Eliot?" He looked over his shoulder. "You will always have the right to correct her behaviour when she's doing something that could hurt her. So stop feeling guilty about it."

She turned her eyes back to her book, and Eliot just shook his head as he left. Used to be he'd have been mad at her reading him like that. Not anymore. That's what family were for.