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Drabble posting will from December 1 to December 31. I will edit this post with fics as they are posted, which will be every day in December, in a predetermined random order.
Enjoy, and happy whatever it is you're into!
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Drabble posting will from December 1 to December 31. I will edit this post with fics as they are posted, which will be every day in December, in a predetermined random order.
Enjoy, and happy whatever it is you're into!
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"Hardison, talk to me," says Nate, instantly on alert. "What's wrong?"
"The bastard's IMing me."
"IMing?" asks Nate? "What's that?"
"Fucking popup window," mutters Hardison.
"Hardison, are people messaging you during a job?" asks Sophie.
"Messaging? What?" asks Nate.
"I thought I closed it!" says Hardison. "Look, it's fine, everything is under control. Focus, people."
"Techies," Eliot mutters.
*
"Is he coming?" asks Jensen, leaning in close over Jared's shoulder.
"Dude, personal space!"
"This coming from you?" asks Rosenbaum from the couch. "Besides, I thought you liked when Jensen got in your personal space."
"I'm working," says Jared. "This is like my office. I need quiet and privacy."
"You're IMing a friend to see if he can help us with a job," says Jensen. "It's not rocket science."
"There's an art." Jared blinks. "Fuck, he signed off."
"Yeah," says Jensen, deadpan. "You're a real artist, man."
"Oh shut up."
*
"I hope that was a damn important message, Hardison," says Nate.
"Aww, come on! The job went fine. And it's not my fault."
"Even I know how to close AIM," says Eliot.
"Please, like I use that piece of shit program. And, for the record, it's from a guy I used to work with who probably wants me to jump ship. So if y'all are so unhappy with my performance, I can always tell him I want a new team that appreciates me."
"I guess that team doesn't know how to close AIM either," says Eliot.
"Screw you," says Hardison.
"Children," says Sophie. "Don't bicker."
"Maybe I'd get respect on another team."
"I doubt it," says Parker.
Hardison sighs. "Yeah, I know."
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Can there be more?
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Oh, wow! This was great, thank you. I love Nate's cluelessness and Hardison's frustration. You have the banter of J2 to a wonderful science that makes me yearn for more!
Now I kind of want the crews to work together! LOL. Yes, I'm greedy.
Thank you for doing this!
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