2002
Title: 2002
Author: emily64cooper
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Parler/Hardison
Summary: Parker wants some information out of Hardison.
Author's Note: If you want this to make more sense, you should go here and watch the videos before games five and six.
Prompt: 02: I was wrong about you. Table Here.
“I had a good summer this year,” Parker says, flopping next to Hardison on their couch. Since Parker hated spending her money and Hardison didn’t sleep, they figured it would make sense for them to share an apartment.
“Uh-huh,” Hardison says, typing away at his keyboard. Parker knows he’s too distracted to actually pay attention to her, so it’s the perfect time to gather information.
“Did you have a good summer, Hardison?” She asks, scooting a hair closer to him.
“Yeah.”
“I also had a good summer in 2002.”
He mumbles something, and Parker knows she has him.
“I went to Cairo. Stole a mummy. They were kinda upset about that.”
“Yup.”
“Where did you go?” She asks. She has to do this piece by piece or he’ll know she’s up to something.
“New York. And Dublin. Then London. And… Iceland.”
The pause between London and Iceland indicates to Parker that Iceland is her target.
“What’d you do in Iceland?”
She’s got him now, he’s going to spill all - “Not much.” Nothing. He’s going to spill nothing. Of course. Parker sighs, agitated.
“Nothing?” She questions. She scoots closer again.
“Stole something.”
There. Now she’s getting somewhere. “You stole something? What’d you steal?”
“Guillemont.”
“Guillemont?” Parker’s heard of the stone. She’s heard that Iceland has a priceless unusually colored piece of it. But she’s never gotten any of it. If he’s got it around here somewhere, then maybe…
“Well, tried to. Failed. Badly.”
Parker’s sad now. In her special angry place. She doesn’t like being sad there.
“What do you mean, you failed?”
“Tried to crawl through an air duct. Got stuck. Got caught.”
“Awh, I was wrong about you! You can think like me!” She claps a little, happy that they’re more similar than she originally thought.
“But I wouldn’t have gotten stuck,” Parker adds. “Or caught.”
Hardison closes his laptop and looks at her, confused. “Caught what?”
Author: emily64cooper
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Parler/Hardison
Summary: Parker wants some information out of Hardison.
Author's Note: If you want this to make more sense, you should go here and watch the videos before games five and six.
Prompt: 02: I was wrong about you. Table Here.
“I had a good summer this year,” Parker says, flopping next to Hardison on their couch. Since Parker hated spending her money and Hardison didn’t sleep, they figured it would make sense for them to share an apartment.
“Uh-huh,” Hardison says, typing away at his keyboard. Parker knows he’s too distracted to actually pay attention to her, so it’s the perfect time to gather information.
“Did you have a good summer, Hardison?” She asks, scooting a hair closer to him.
“Yeah.”
“I also had a good summer in 2002.”
He mumbles something, and Parker knows she has him.
“I went to Cairo. Stole a mummy. They were kinda upset about that.”
“Yup.”
“Where did you go?” She asks. She has to do this piece by piece or he’ll know she’s up to something.
“New York. And Dublin. Then London. And… Iceland.”
The pause between London and Iceland indicates to Parker that Iceland is her target.
“What’d you do in Iceland?”
She’s got him now, he’s going to spill all - “Not much.” Nothing. He’s going to spill nothing. Of course. Parker sighs, agitated.
“Nothing?” She questions. She scoots closer again.
“Stole something.”
There. Now she’s getting somewhere. “You stole something? What’d you steal?”
“Guillemont.”
“Guillemont?” Parker’s heard of the stone. She’s heard that Iceland has a priceless unusually colored piece of it. But she’s never gotten any of it. If he’s got it around here somewhere, then maybe…
“Well, tried to. Failed. Badly.”
Parker’s sad now. In her special angry place. She doesn’t like being sad there.
“What do you mean, you failed?”
“Tried to crawl through an air duct. Got stuck. Got caught.”
“Awh, I was wrong about you! You can think like me!” She claps a little, happy that they’re more similar than she originally thought.
“But I wouldn’t have gotten stuck,” Parker adds. “Or caught.”
Hardison closes his laptop and looks at her, confused. “Caught what?”