Happy (belated) birthday Trowa!!!
I almost completely missed medjai_trowa's birthday, but thankfully she mentioned it in time for me to put a few words together for her. It's been wonderful getting to know you bb, I hope the day treats you well, and the year just gets better. :huggles: (Except for how David's computer died and now these are totally being posted late.)
It's the usual song and dance... prompt and rating in the cut text.... They're doubled cos she gave me so few...
Leverage, Team, Eliot: Damnit, Hardison! Put away the Cthulhu Dice!:
"Dammit, Hardison," Eliot growls, trying to keep it low enough to only be picked up by the comms even as he hears the rattle of the die again, like knowing what the table looks like ain't bad (ok, fine, creepy) enough as it is.
"Ain't no thang," Hardison smirks in his ear, "you got some sanity back; course, Parker's attacking you now and you're back to one."
Eliot hears the die again --even though he knows Hardison knows he just wants it to stop-- before a quiet shit and Parker gleefully shouts, "Cthulhu wins!"
--
Eliot almost sighs with relief... almost.
"We should play again," Parker says cheerfully, and Eliot can hear the stones sliding across the table. "Think we can get Nate to play?"
White Collar/SPN, Castiel and Neal (who may or may not be an angel), 'What do you mean he's in Idaho? He's just left the office.':
"Zophiel," Castiel says cautiously, eyeing the cell phone in the other man's hand and raising his eyebrow at the threats coming out in a tinny voice --will put you straight back into prison for parole violation, and I won't be able to stop him, so what in God's name are you doing in fucking Idaho, and how the hell did you even get there??!-- before huffing (a bad habit he's picked up from Dean Winchester, he's sure) and leaning against the Impala.
"Are you sure he's an angel?" Samuel asks, a sentiment Dean had expressed not five minutes and twenty-four seconds earlier; it seems neither brother believes that an angel would dress so provocatively or expensively.
"Actually, Cas" Zophiel says, flashing them a brilliant smile, blue eyes sparkling as he points to the contraption strapped around his ankle, "I think it has more to do with my choice of accessories."
---
Dean grins humorlessly, the grin he reserves for demons, and cocks his head before asking, "Yeah, about that, how the hell does God's spy get arrested?"
"We're all fallible, Dean," Zophiel says, seriously now. "Now do you want my help or not?"
Leverage, Nate + Sterling, 'So why haven't they been to visit you?':
"I really have grown to love these visits," Sterling says, smirking as he closes the folders in front of him, gathering them into his briefcase; he really has, because whatever Nate might have said, they were friends once. Not that it keeps him from being smug about the fact that a certain band of thieves hasn't even come near the prison, or from saying, "So why haven't they come to say hullo, then?"
---
Nate smiles at him, and it irks Sterling that he doesn't know what that smile means, that those con men have well and truly got their claws in him. "I told them not to," Nate says simply, entirely confident in his men --and that's what it is now, isn't it, they're his team-- as he stands, moving to the guard that will take him back to his cell without looking back.
"We'll see," Sterling says to the empty room, "I think perhaps I know them better than you do..."
Leverage, any Eliot-looking-after-a-kid fic:
Eliot blames Sophie for the state of his kitchen --it was all her idea, trying to keep them "balanced" now that they're in Boston, whatever the hell that means-- and for the fact that his nephew is covered in flour.
The boy looks embarrassed, head hanging and fidgeting with his hands so that little bits of flour snow down to the floor, like he's expecting Eliot to shout. "I just... just wanted to make you breakfast... like you used to when I was littler... cos I missed you."
---
"It's okay," Eliot says, kneeling down and thanking whoever or whatever might be listening that the kid didn't hurt himself, "but how about you an' me make a deal. You help me clean this up now, and then give you a shower, and later tonight I'll teach you how to really cook dinner." The boy nods his head so hard it covers Eliot with flour too, but he can't bring himself to mind on account of it being so damn cute.
It's the usual song and dance... prompt and rating in the cut text.... They're doubled cos she gave me so few...
Leverage, Team, Eliot: Damnit, Hardison! Put away the Cthulhu Dice!:
"Dammit, Hardison," Eliot growls, trying to keep it low enough to only be picked up by the comms even as he hears the rattle of the die again, like knowing what the table looks like ain't bad (ok, fine, creepy) enough as it is.
"Ain't no thang," Hardison smirks in his ear, "you got some sanity back; course, Parker's attacking you now and you're back to one."
Eliot hears the die again --even though he knows Hardison knows he just wants it to stop-- before a quiet shit and Parker gleefully shouts, "Cthulhu wins!"
--
Eliot almost sighs with relief... almost.
"We should play again," Parker says cheerfully, and Eliot can hear the stones sliding across the table. "Think we can get Nate to play?"
White Collar/SPN, Castiel and Neal (who may or may not be an angel), 'What do you mean he's in Idaho? He's just left the office.':
"Zophiel," Castiel says cautiously, eyeing the cell phone in the other man's hand and raising his eyebrow at the threats coming out in a tinny voice --will put you straight back into prison for parole violation, and I won't be able to stop him, so what in God's name are you doing in fucking Idaho, and how the hell did you even get there??!-- before huffing (a bad habit he's picked up from Dean Winchester, he's sure) and leaning against the Impala.
"Are you sure he's an angel?" Samuel asks, a sentiment Dean had expressed not five minutes and twenty-four seconds earlier; it seems neither brother believes that an angel would dress so provocatively or expensively.
"Actually, Cas" Zophiel says, flashing them a brilliant smile, blue eyes sparkling as he points to the contraption strapped around his ankle, "I think it has more to do with my choice of accessories."
---
Dean grins humorlessly, the grin he reserves for demons, and cocks his head before asking, "Yeah, about that, how the hell does God's spy get arrested?"
"We're all fallible, Dean," Zophiel says, seriously now. "Now do you want my help or not?"
Leverage, Nate + Sterling, 'So why haven't they been to visit you?':
"I really have grown to love these visits," Sterling says, smirking as he closes the folders in front of him, gathering them into his briefcase; he really has, because whatever Nate might have said, they were friends once. Not that it keeps him from being smug about the fact that a certain band of thieves hasn't even come near the prison, or from saying, "So why haven't they come to say hullo, then?"
---
Nate smiles at him, and it irks Sterling that he doesn't know what that smile means, that those con men have well and truly got their claws in him. "I told them not to," Nate says simply, entirely confident in his men --and that's what it is now, isn't it, they're his team-- as he stands, moving to the guard that will take him back to his cell without looking back.
"We'll see," Sterling says to the empty room, "I think perhaps I know them better than you do..."
Leverage, any Eliot-looking-after-a-kid fic:
Eliot blames Sophie for the state of his kitchen --it was all her idea, trying to keep them "balanced" now that they're in Boston, whatever the hell that means-- and for the fact that his nephew is covered in flour.
The boy looks embarrassed, head hanging and fidgeting with his hands so that little bits of flour snow down to the floor, like he's expecting Eliot to shout. "I just... just wanted to make you breakfast... like you used to when I was littler... cos I missed you."
---
"It's okay," Eliot says, kneeling down and thanking whoever or whatever might be listening that the kid didn't hurt himself, "but how about you an' me make a deal. You help me clean this up now, and then give you a shower, and later tonight I'll teach you how to really cook dinner." The boy nods his head so hard it covers Eliot with flour too, but he can't bring himself to mind on account of it being so damn cute.