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She was home again. London. The city that had birthed the woman who was known most commonly as Sophie Devereaux. It was not her first home, nor her last. But it was the one that had made the biggest impact on her. Sophie had gone from the child she had been to the world's greatest grifter on the streets and in the halls of the city.
There was no job for this trip, though knowing her team they would end up falling into one. No, this trip had been planned because of some event that Eliot and Hardison wanted to go to. But she wasn't a part of that. She had come along because they had asked. Something to get everyone away from their work for just a moment. Yet for Sophie in London that was an impossible feat.
Even just walking the streets she was thrown back into the depths of life. All the times she had almost failed or lost her path or made the first success. The alley she had spent her first night in. The bar where she had conned her first mark. The lounge where Annie had started the war path. All these things and more.
The places that had made Sophie Devereaux become a reality.
There was no one singular place or time that she became who she was. It was all the many broken pieces and lost parts from all the personas that she used. They came together to form her there. A mask that ended up crumbling apart years later, when she finally had people that truly loved her for being herself. Not any of her masks. But the person underneath. The person that had no true name.
She left them for months. Left someone else to take her place while she found herself. What she figured out was that while Sophie Devereaux wasn't her true name, nothing ever would be, it was who she wanted to be. It was the name that her family used for her. So it would be hers for as long as her family was around her.