Prompt: 052. Force Word Count: 229 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, PG-13? Warnings: ---
"What the hell are you doing in my kitchen?"
Hardison froze, hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar. He turned around slowly. "Technically, it's my kitchen."
Eliot raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, it's my kitchen on paper," Hardison backpedaled, "but you're the one who's cooking in it and if you're not the one cooking in it, you're the one who has to approve of them being in here."
Eliot nodded. "That's right. And I can't remember giving you my approval. In fact, I think I said: 'Hardison, you so much as step foot in that kitchen, the next balls I'll skin will be yours.'"
Hardison shuddered at the memory of Eliot's famous fried bull's balls. The pub's customers seemed to love them, but Hardison could not get over the fact that they were eating testicles.
"Technically," Hardison said, "I was not cooking but baking. I am not cooking in your kitchen." Hardison stared at Eliot. He'd been taking lessons from Sophie in neuro-linguistic programming and verbal suggestion.
After two minutes, Eliot threw his hands in the air and shouted: "You're not a freakin' Jedi and you can't use the Force on me, okay? So quit staring and help me straighten up this kitchen!"
Ten minutes later, Hardison was scrubbing burnt TARDIS-shaped cookies off a baking sheet, but he counted it as a win. After all, Eliot had blinked first.
Prompt: 053. Power Word Count: 129 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, PG-13? Warnings: --- Notes: Sort of crossover with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This shifts the timeline of Buffy so that the events of Chosen happen during Leverage's 3rd season.
It was early May when Parker first started talking about super powers. She burst into Nate's apartment/their headquarters and started talking a mile a minute about dreams and voices and a warm glow engulfing her. Up until that point Sophie has been prepared to have a very awkward conversation about sex dreams with Parker. But then Parker had continued on about super powers and being chosen for ... killing demons, apparently.
Nate, short-tempered as always in the morning, had told her to go away and come back when she was making sense. Parker had left, but the next day she's started talking about superpowers again.
It wasn't until a week later when Parker slayed a vampire after hours in the dark bar downstairs that they started to believe her.
Prompt: 054. Drive Word Count: 163 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, PG-13? Warnings: --- Notes: The Fast & The Furious AU/Fusion
Nate watched as Eliot raced past in his red Mustang, leaving his three opponents eating dust.
"Not bad," Hardison said from beside him. "But I still don't like the guy."
"You said his record checks out," Nate reminded him.
"Yeah." Hardison shrugged. "I don't know. Feels off, somehow. Too perfect. Like he was made to fit into this crew, you know?"
"Hmm." Nate watched Eliot's brake lights flash red after he crossed the finish line. "So you're saying not to bring him in?"
Hardison nodded. "Sophie agrees with me."
"And Parker?"
"You know Parker. She doesn't care as long as she's getting paid."
"It's my call," Nate said. "And I say he's in. He did save my ass from those cops the other night."
"Unless that was a set-up and Eliot's really a cop," Hardsion said.
"I guess that's a chance we'll have to take," Nate said. He tossed Hardison his keys. "Here, take my baby home. I'm catching a ride with Spencer."
Prompt: 055. Sore Word Count: 128 Pairing/Rating: PG Warnings: ---
Eliot woke up sore.
He sat up in bed and groaned, feeling the way the muscles in his legs seized up a bit. When he out to turn off the alarm on his bedside table, his shoulders ached and pinched.
Carefully, so as not to strain his aching muscles, Eliot headed into the bathroom and started the shower. He opened the cabinet over the sink and took out a bottle of Aspirin. He swallowed two tablets with a little water from the tap and then shrugged off his clothes, stepping under the hot spray of the shower with a sigh of relief.
Next time we need someone to go undercover as an athlete, Parker can do it, Eliot thought. He was getting too old for this shit anyway.
Word Count: 229
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, PG-13?
Warnings: ---
"What the hell are you doing in my kitchen?"
Hardison froze, hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar. He turned around slowly. "Technically, it's my kitchen."
Eliot raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, it's my kitchen on paper," Hardison backpedaled, "but you're the one who's cooking in it and if you're not the one cooking in it, you're the one who has to approve of them being in here."
Eliot nodded. "That's right. And I can't remember giving you my approval. In fact, I think I said: 'Hardison, you so much as step foot in that kitchen, the next balls I'll skin will be yours.'"
Hardison shuddered at the memory of Eliot's famous fried bull's balls. The pub's customers seemed to love them, but Hardison could not get over the fact that they were eating testicles.
"Technically," Hardison said, "I was not cooking but baking. I am not cooking in your kitchen." Hardison stared at Eliot. He'd been taking lessons from Sophie in neuro-linguistic programming and verbal suggestion.
After two minutes, Eliot threw his hands in the air and shouted: "You're not a freakin' Jedi and you can't use the Force on me, okay? So quit staring and help me straighten up this kitchen!"
Ten minutes later, Hardison was scrubbing burnt TARDIS-shaped cookies off a baking sheet, but he counted it as a win. After all, Eliot had blinked first.
Prompt: 053. Power
Word Count: 129
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, PG-13?
Warnings: ---
Notes: Sort of crossover with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This shifts the timeline of Buffy so that the events of Chosen happen during Leverage's 3rd season.
It was early May when Parker first started talking about super powers. She burst into Nate's apartment/their headquarters and started talking a mile a minute about dreams and voices and a warm glow engulfing her. Up until that point Sophie has been prepared to have a very awkward conversation about sex dreams with Parker. But then Parker had continued on about super powers and being chosen for ... killing demons, apparently.
Nate, short-tempered as always in the morning, had told her to go away and come back when she was making sense. Parker had left, but the next day she's started talking about superpowers again.
It wasn't until a week later when Parker slayed a vampire after hours in the dark bar downstairs that they started to believe her.
Prompt: 054. Drive
Word Count: 163
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, PG-13?
Warnings: ---
Notes: The Fast & The Furious AU/Fusion
Nate watched as Eliot raced past in his red Mustang, leaving his three opponents eating dust.
"Not bad," Hardison said from beside him. "But I still don't like the guy."
"You said his record checks out," Nate reminded him.
"Yeah." Hardison shrugged. "I don't know. Feels off, somehow. Too perfect. Like he was made to fit into this crew, you know?"
"Hmm." Nate watched Eliot's brake lights flash red after he crossed the finish line. "So you're saying not to bring him in?"
Hardison nodded. "Sophie agrees with me."
"And Parker?"
"You know Parker. She doesn't care as long as she's getting paid."
"It's my call," Nate said. "And I say he's in. He did save my ass from those cops the other night."
"Unless that was a set-up and Eliot's really a cop," Hardsion said.
"I guess that's a chance we'll have to take," Nate said. He tossed Hardison his keys. "Here, take my baby home. I'm catching a ride with Spencer."
Prompt: 055. Sore
Word Count: 128
Pairing/Rating: PG
Warnings: ---
Eliot woke up sore.
He sat up in bed and groaned, feeling the way the muscles in his legs seized up a bit. When he out to turn off the alarm on his bedside table, his shoulders ached and pinched.
Carefully, so as not to strain his aching muscles, Eliot headed into the bathroom and started the shower. He opened the cabinet over the sink and took out a bottle of Aspirin. He swallowed two tablets with a little water from the tap and then shrugged off his clothes, stepping under the hot spray of the shower with a sigh of relief.
Next time we need someone to go undercover as an athlete, Parker can do it, Eliot thought. He was getting too old for this shit anyway.
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