team up challenge | irishjeeper & kymericl [15]
Title: All We Want to do is Eat Your Brains
Author: irishjeeper (Team Grifter)
Artist: kymericl (Team Hacker)
Rating: PG (fic); 15 (art)
Word Count: 644
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Zombies *grins*
Disclaimer: Sadly they don't belong to me. :(
Summary: The Team has dealt with everything strange and dangerous, or so they thought.
It was a heist well done. No one really got hurt, well except for the bad guys, thanks to Eliot, and Sophie got to wear her new dress she’d been yammering on about forever. Parker, well she got to leap off tall buildings, soaring like a bird. Hardison got to hack into the most complex mainframe he’d ever seen. So everyone, even himself, Nate Ford, was riding high on endorphins from the heist well done.
To celebrate, everyone decided to meet up at McRory’s for a nightcap. It was relatively early in the evening, around 7pm, when the team showed up, taking up residence in their favorite booth after getting their own drinks. As the night wore on, the patrons were thinning out, quite quickly actually. Nate had heard a few patrons complain of flu like symptoms and shrugged it off.
Eventually, the team slowly broke up their evening, Sophie waited until everyone had left before she and Nate wondered upstairs, where they quickly flopped into bed, too exhausted to do anything.
Nate and Sophie wake up to the sounds of the television downstairs, groaning softly, because it’s only 8 am, and why can’t they be left to sleep in peace? Nate gets up and heads downstairs, thumping down the metal staircase like a petulant child, to see his whole team, minus a still in bed Sophie, sitting on the couch, and what the hell? Is Parker wearing a Hazmat Suit?
“Parker?” Nate asks, calmly, like he’s talking to a scared puppy, “Why are you wearing a hazmat suit?”
“Zombies, Nate.” As if that would clear it all up.
“What? Hardison what did you feed her last night?”
“Here, take a look and I think Sophie should come down and see this as well.” Hardison turns the volume up, playing a news cast that shouldn’t actually be possible.
“The CDC has confirmed seventy five cases of what they’re calling, Zombienitis, over the past five hours. They aren’t saying what caused it, and it doesn’t look like a source will be determined anytime soon. If you see anyone displaying the following symptoms, call the authorities, and then get away from the person. Vomiting, pale skin, smells of decaying, rotting, flesh, red hallow eyes, and the urge to eat brains. Please call the local authorities and run if you come in contact with anyone displaying those symptoms. We’ll update you further with more information as we get it. This is Carol Laughlin, for channel eight news, signing off.”
“Nate?” Sophie’s voice came softly down the stairs, as she shuffled her way down, “what’s all the commotion? And is Parker wearing a hazmat suit?”
All four team members heads turned at once to look at Sophie ready to explain, trying to hold in their gasps of shock at her pale complexion, red hollow eyes, and the stench oozing from her, wafting over to their noses.
“Nothing, Soph, why don’t you just have a seat at the table, and umm Eliot will make breakfast for us, while Hardison and Parker get some pretzels from the store.” Nate’s voice was calm as they all were backing towards the door, quickly.
“Okay, wait where are you guys going?” Her question was lost to the slamming of the door and feet pounding down the hall. Sophie shrugged, “Well their loss.” Pouting a little, she heads back upstairs, “I guess I’ll just have to ask how they like my costume for this year’s Halloween Benefit Party when they get back.” She heads back upstairs and removes her contacts, peels off the makeup and heads for the shower, finally smelling herself from the night before.
THE END!
Author: irishjeeper (Team Grifter)
Artist: kymericl (Team Hacker)
Rating: PG (fic); 15 (art)
Word Count: 644
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Zombies *grins*
Disclaimer: Sadly they don't belong to me. :(
Summary: The Team has dealt with everything strange and dangerous, or so they thought.
It was a heist well done. No one really got hurt, well except for the bad guys, thanks to Eliot, and Sophie got to wear her new dress she’d been yammering on about forever. Parker, well she got to leap off tall buildings, soaring like a bird. Hardison got to hack into the most complex mainframe he’d ever seen. So everyone, even himself, Nate Ford, was riding high on endorphins from the heist well done.
To celebrate, everyone decided to meet up at McRory’s for a nightcap. It was relatively early in the evening, around 7pm, when the team showed up, taking up residence in their favorite booth after getting their own drinks. As the night wore on, the patrons were thinning out, quite quickly actually. Nate had heard a few patrons complain of flu like symptoms and shrugged it off.
Eventually, the team slowly broke up their evening, Sophie waited until everyone had left before she and Nate wondered upstairs, where they quickly flopped into bed, too exhausted to do anything.
Nate and Sophie wake up to the sounds of the television downstairs, groaning softly, because it’s only 8 am, and why can’t they be left to sleep in peace? Nate gets up and heads downstairs, thumping down the metal staircase like a petulant child, to see his whole team, minus a still in bed Sophie, sitting on the couch, and what the hell? Is Parker wearing a Hazmat Suit?
“Parker?” Nate asks, calmly, like he’s talking to a scared puppy, “Why are you wearing a hazmat suit?”
“Zombies, Nate.” As if that would clear it all up.
“What? Hardison what did you feed her last night?”
“Here, take a look and I think Sophie should come down and see this as well.” Hardison turns the volume up, playing a news cast that shouldn’t actually be possible.
“The CDC has confirmed seventy five cases of what they’re calling, Zombienitis, over the past five hours. They aren’t saying what caused it, and it doesn’t look like a source will be determined anytime soon. If you see anyone displaying the following symptoms, call the authorities, and then get away from the person. Vomiting, pale skin, smells of decaying, rotting, flesh, red hallow eyes, and the urge to eat brains. Please call the local authorities and run if you come in contact with anyone displaying those symptoms. We’ll update you further with more information as we get it. This is Carol Laughlin, for channel eight news, signing off.”
“Nate?” Sophie’s voice came softly down the stairs, as she shuffled her way down, “what’s all the commotion? And is Parker wearing a hazmat suit?”
All four team members heads turned at once to look at Sophie ready to explain, trying to hold in their gasps of shock at her pale complexion, red hollow eyes, and the stench oozing from her, wafting over to their noses.
“Nothing, Soph, why don’t you just have a seat at the table, and umm Eliot will make breakfast for us, while Hardison and Parker get some pretzels from the store.” Nate’s voice was calm as they all were backing towards the door, quickly.
“Okay, wait where are you guys going?” Her question was lost to the slamming of the door and feet pounding down the hall. Sophie shrugged, “Well their loss.” Pouting a little, she heads back upstairs, “I guess I’ll just have to ask how they like my costume for this year’s Halloween Benefit Party when they get back.” She heads back upstairs and removes her contacts, peels off the makeup and heads for the shower, finally smelling herself from the night before.
THE END!