Beauty and Rage (Leverage Fan Fiction)

2. I'll Be Your Neon Light In The Dark

Andy rolled over in her bed, arms wrapping around the warm, large body next to her.

"Scotty? Are you up?" She spoke quietly, opening her eyes to see the man was, in fact, awake.

"I've been up." He replied, running his fingers through her long hair that fell down pass her shoulder blades. "You were movin around a lot last night. Somethin bothering you?"

"Just work last night." Andy moved to sit up, brushing her hair back. "Someone who knows my sister said she lives around here now."

"Were they causing you trouble?"

"No.... One of them is a friend." Andy shook her head. Her eyes shifted back to the alarm clock on her side of the bed. It was 1:28p.m. "My shift starts at three."

"You've got an hour and a half." The blonde man grinned a little.

"I need to get ready." Andy shifted herself around so she was on her hands and knees and kissed Scott. "You wanna walk me to work?"

"Only if I can shower with you."

"Race you to it." Andy smacked his chest and leaped off of the bed.

•*•*•

When Andy arrived at the bar-turned-diner with Scott's arm around her waist, she saw Hardison and Eliot sitting in a booth in the back corner of the room.

"I'll see you tonight." Andy turned to Scott and smiled softly. "I've got another graveyard shift. It's poker night."

"You gotta quit doing this to yourself, Andy, baby." Scott squeezed Andy's hip as he kissed her forehead. "You didn't get home last night till four."

"Someone's gotta pay rent." Andy teased lightly. "See you later."

As Scott left, Andy moved to get her name tag from behind the bar.

"Hey, Andy." Rico, the man who ran the diner, greeted her. "How're you doing, girl?"

"Hi, Rico. I'm getting by." Andy brushed her long blonde hair back so she could pin her name tag under her jacket, over her heart.

"How was last night's crowd?" He asked.

"Wild, as usual." Andy chuckled softly. "Almost got caught in a cat fight."

"Is that what busted up your knuckles?" Rico nodded down to Andy's right hand. There were scratches and scrapes along her knuckles.

"Note to self, watch out before punching a woman with facial piercings." Andy sighed with a grin as she moved towards Hardison and Eliot's table. "Call me up if you need me, Rico."

"Will do, sweetheart."

Andy put her hands on her hips as she stood beside the table the two men were at.

"How can I help you, Hardison?" She asked.

"You're a great friend of mine, Andy." Hardison started. "Like a sister—,"

"Hardison, don't sugar coat it cause it's just going to make me want to hit you even more." Andy knew that whatever he was going to say wasn't going to be good.

Hardison and Eliot shared a look before Hardison spoke.

"Your sister's coming over right now."

Andy was frozen in place for a moment, letting the words sink in. She wanted to get mad and hit him, but she didn't like being mad. It wasn't who she was.

"You really must hate racing here, Hardison."

"She has changed, Andy. I'm serious." Hardison said. "Sit down, please. I wanna keep my damn place here."