[Ficlet] Five people Parker should have known better than to steal from.
Title: Five Golden Rings
Author: defy_n_gravity
Prompt: Five people Parker should have known better than to steal from.
Characters: Parker
Rating: T
Words: 1084
Disclaimer: I have no claim on Leverage or any of it's characters. Same goes for all other fandoms and characters below. I won't mention them to leave it as a surprise, just don't look at the tags. No harm is meant here, just a lot of cracktastic fun.
Warning: n/a
Author's Notes: As requested by iluvroadrunner6. Posting original here because it's probably gonna get long.
Summary: see prompt
i.
Parker was hauling ass down the dark sidewalk, her prize in her hand. She hadn't expected to be seen, but she definitely wasn't getting caught. She wanted to keep this one. It looked like so much fun and Parker loved fun.
She took a corner and slammed into a stop against another person. He grabbed onto her arms and looked down at her. She frowned and looked up, slowly taking in the green spandex.
"Is it Halloween?"
"You have something that belongs to me," he said.
"Do not," she rolled her eyes and added a "Pffft." She also tried to shove her prize into the back of her shirt. No way was she giving it up.
"Miss." He gave her a look.
"What?"
He reached around her and pulled his possessions from under the back of her shirt. His other hand rested at her hip. She jumped away and batted him off, but he was smiling. "Most girls don't jump away when I touch them," he said.
"Do they punch you?" She asked, an innocent look on her face.
He smirked and held his free hand up, while the other held what she had tried to steal. "Come near me or my gear again and I'll call the cops."
"Oooh, I'm so scared," she mocked. She crossed her arms and watched as he started to back away. When he smiled and turned his back to her she stuck out her tongue. "You look stupid!" She yelled after him.
"Green is more original than all black," Oliver Queen shouted back over his shoulder, before continuing on his way. Parker just rolled her eyes and walked in the opposite direction.
ii.
Parker clung to Sophie's arm as they sat there on the couch and she leaned in to her friend's ear. "I don't like him," she whispered.
Sophie sighed with a slight eye roll. "Well maybe you shouldn't have tried to take his badge."
"It was pretty," Parker pouted.
"He's an officer, Parker."
"He's weird."
"Parker.."
"Ladies?" Detective Goren walked back over and towered over them. "I trust...this won't happen again?"
"Certainly not," Sophie smiled, the Grifter in her on and going. Psychiatrist. Looking out for a long time patient who was learning to get over her kleptomaniac ways. She patted Parker's hand for emphasis. "Julie and I have a lot to talk about, Detective. I really do appreciate you letting her off with a warning."
Goren had his eyes on Parker, his head tilted as he studied her carefully. Parker was curling in on herself. The longer he stared the faster her eyes blinked, and she twisted her fingers together. He opened his mouth to address her, but Sophie elbowed her and she quickly looked up, turning on her sweetest smile.
"I'm sorry. I'll remember to mention this in confession tomorrow."
With a slow, uncertain nod, Goren folded his notebook and placed it in his pocket. "I wish you both a good day." Then he turned to go, taking one more glance over his shoulder at them. While he did Sophie just patted Parker's shoulder lightly and Parker did her best to look ashamed.
iii.
Nate, Eliot, and Hardison stood against the van with crossed arms and watched as Parker and Sophie approached them. The women stopped and looked the men over. They all looked put off about something.
"Yes?" Sophie asked, raising a brow.
"Did you two have fun?" Nate asked.
"I did!" Parker's hand shot up as a grin spread across her face. Hardison scowled.
"Sophie?" Nate directed at the brunette.
Sophie gave a shrug with a small smile. "I've had worse days."
Eliot rolled his eyes. "You two were hangin' on that guy's every word. What's he got that we don't?"
"Charm," Sophie said.
"A pretty gun," Parker added.
"A strong presence."
"A pretty car."
"A way with words."
"He's fast."
The two continued to ramble their list and the guys just rolled their eyes and shook their heads.
"And big..." Sophie licked her lips slightly. "Arms."
Parker nodded fervently. "Very big arms."
"Intense eyes."
Parker mocked the man's intense eyes and nodded. "So serrrrious."
"Is that all?" Nate sighed.
"A nice butt," Parker giggled. Sophie tried to bite back a smirk.
"Hey I know, how 'bout you two join his team," Hardison said, a jealous ring in his tone.
"I don't think he likes us," Parker said with a pout. It made her sad, because she liked him.
"You did try to steal his pretty car," Eliot snorted.
"Yes...there was that," Sophie sighed, looking over at Parker.
Parker shrugged. "We all had fun."
"Fun? We got trapped in a warehouse for two days while he tried to figure out what governmental organization we worked for," Nate argued. "I'd hardly call that fun."
Sophie smiled and glanced over her shoulder to watch Michael Westen climb into his car and peel away. "Oh...I don't know about that."
"I had fun," Parker said again, watching with Sophie. The guys shook their heads again and turned to get into the van.
"Are you two coming or not?"
iv.
"Parker, put it down."
Parker gave what was a cross between a pout and a glare, but set the statue down. "How do you do that?"
"Easy, darling." Bela Talbot turned around to actually face the blond. "I know you." She angled the statue back perfectly to how it had been. "All finished, let's go."
"I know a way out!" Parker beamed and headed for the window, but Bela caught her by the hood of her black sweatshirt.
"Not a chance. I own this storage facility, we can use the door."
Parker fell back and crossed her arms. "It's not as much fun," she whined.
Bela smirked and brushed Parker's hair behind her hear. "We'll have fun as soon as we get home, I promise."
v.
Nate rubbed his brow and took a deep breath before looking at Parker. "One more time. Tell me what happened?"
"I did what you said!"
"When did I say-" He stopped and held a hand up. "Wait. I'm sorry. I forgot who I was talking to." He sighed again. "Parker, when I said, 'Let's go steal Robert Downey Jr.' I didn't mean it literally."
Parker opened her mouth to respond, but someone beat her to it. "How exactly...did you mean it? I mean...what other meanings does that phrase have?"
Nate looked over at the man tied to the chair behind Parker, then glanced at Parker. "Parker. Let Robert Downey Jr. go."
Author: defy_n_gravity
Prompt: Five people Parker should have known better than to steal from.
Characters: Parker
Rating: T
Words: 1084
Disclaimer: I have no claim on Leverage or any of it's characters. Same goes for all other fandoms and characters below. I won't mention them to leave it as a surprise, just don't look at the tags. No harm is meant here, just a lot of cracktastic fun.
Warning: n/a
Author's Notes: As requested by iluvroadrunner6. Posting original here because it's probably gonna get long.
Summary: see prompt
i.
Parker was hauling ass down the dark sidewalk, her prize in her hand. She hadn't expected to be seen, but she definitely wasn't getting caught. She wanted to keep this one. It looked like so much fun and Parker loved fun.
She took a corner and slammed into a stop against another person. He grabbed onto her arms and looked down at her. She frowned and looked up, slowly taking in the green spandex.
"Is it Halloween?"
"You have something that belongs to me," he said.
"Do not," she rolled her eyes and added a "Pffft." She also tried to shove her prize into the back of her shirt. No way was she giving it up.
"Miss." He gave her a look.
"What?"
He reached around her and pulled his possessions from under the back of her shirt. His other hand rested at her hip. She jumped away and batted him off, but he was smiling. "Most girls don't jump away when I touch them," he said.
"Do they punch you?" She asked, an innocent look on her face.
He smirked and held his free hand up, while the other held what she had tried to steal. "Come near me or my gear again and I'll call the cops."
"Oooh, I'm so scared," she mocked. She crossed her arms and watched as he started to back away. When he smiled and turned his back to her she stuck out her tongue. "You look stupid!" She yelled after him.
"Green is more original than all black," Oliver Queen shouted back over his shoulder, before continuing on his way. Parker just rolled her eyes and walked in the opposite direction.
ii.
Parker clung to Sophie's arm as they sat there on the couch and she leaned in to her friend's ear. "I don't like him," she whispered.
Sophie sighed with a slight eye roll. "Well maybe you shouldn't have tried to take his badge."
"It was pretty," Parker pouted.
"He's an officer, Parker."
"He's weird."
"Parker.."
"Ladies?" Detective Goren walked back over and towered over them. "I trust...this won't happen again?"
"Certainly not," Sophie smiled, the Grifter in her on and going. Psychiatrist. Looking out for a long time patient who was learning to get over her kleptomaniac ways. She patted Parker's hand for emphasis. "Julie and I have a lot to talk about, Detective. I really do appreciate you letting her off with a warning."
Goren had his eyes on Parker, his head tilted as he studied her carefully. Parker was curling in on herself. The longer he stared the faster her eyes blinked, and she twisted her fingers together. He opened his mouth to address her, but Sophie elbowed her and she quickly looked up, turning on her sweetest smile.
"I'm sorry. I'll remember to mention this in confession tomorrow."
With a slow, uncertain nod, Goren folded his notebook and placed it in his pocket. "I wish you both a good day." Then he turned to go, taking one more glance over his shoulder at them. While he did Sophie just patted Parker's shoulder lightly and Parker did her best to look ashamed.
iii.
Nate, Eliot, and Hardison stood against the van with crossed arms and watched as Parker and Sophie approached them. The women stopped and looked the men over. They all looked put off about something.
"Yes?" Sophie asked, raising a brow.
"Did you two have fun?" Nate asked.
"I did!" Parker's hand shot up as a grin spread across her face. Hardison scowled.
"Sophie?" Nate directed at the brunette.
Sophie gave a shrug with a small smile. "I've had worse days."
Eliot rolled his eyes. "You two were hangin' on that guy's every word. What's he got that we don't?"
"Charm," Sophie said.
"A pretty gun," Parker added.
"A strong presence."
"A pretty car."
"A way with words."
"He's fast."
The two continued to ramble their list and the guys just rolled their eyes and shook their heads.
"And big..." Sophie licked her lips slightly. "Arms."
Parker nodded fervently. "Very big arms."
"Intense eyes."
Parker mocked the man's intense eyes and nodded. "So serrrrious."
"Is that all?" Nate sighed.
"A nice butt," Parker giggled. Sophie tried to bite back a smirk.
"Hey I know, how 'bout you two join his team," Hardison said, a jealous ring in his tone.
"I don't think he likes us," Parker said with a pout. It made her sad, because she liked him.
"You did try to steal his pretty car," Eliot snorted.
"Yes...there was that," Sophie sighed, looking over at Parker.
Parker shrugged. "We all had fun."
"Fun? We got trapped in a warehouse for two days while he tried to figure out what governmental organization we worked for," Nate argued. "I'd hardly call that fun."
Sophie smiled and glanced over her shoulder to watch Michael Westen climb into his car and peel away. "Oh...I don't know about that."
"I had fun," Parker said again, watching with Sophie. The guys shook their heads again and turned to get into the van.
"Are you two coming or not?"
iv.
"Parker, put it down."
Parker gave what was a cross between a pout and a glare, but set the statue down. "How do you do that?"
"Easy, darling." Bela Talbot turned around to actually face the blond. "I know you." She angled the statue back perfectly to how it had been. "All finished, let's go."
"I know a way out!" Parker beamed and headed for the window, but Bela caught her by the hood of her black sweatshirt.
"Not a chance. I own this storage facility, we can use the door."
Parker fell back and crossed her arms. "It's not as much fun," she whined.
Bela smirked and brushed Parker's hair behind her hear. "We'll have fun as soon as we get home, I promise."
v.
Nate rubbed his brow and took a deep breath before looking at Parker. "One more time. Tell me what happened?"
"I did what you said!"
"When did I say-" He stopped and held a hand up. "Wait. I'm sorry. I forgot who I was talking to." He sighed again. "Parker, when I said, 'Let's go steal Robert Downey Jr.' I didn't mean it literally."
Parker opened her mouth to respond, but someone beat her to it. "How exactly...did you mean it? I mean...what other meanings does that phrase have?"
Nate looked over at the man tied to the chair behind Parker, then glanced at Parker. "Parker. Let Robert Downey Jr. go."