Prompt: 059. Mercy Word Count: 125 Pairing/Rating: G Warnings: ---
Parker watched with a delighted expression as her two kids piled on top of Hardison and started tickling him. Every time Hardison managed to capture one or two of the hands tickling him, the other two managed to find their way to his ribcage and make him lose his hold agian. Hardison tried, but there was only so much he could do without hurting either of the children.
"Uncle!" Hardison cried. "I give up! Let Uncle Alec sit up, okay?"
Kim and Jo exchanged a look. Kim shook her head slightly.
"No mercy!" Jo declared.
With a war cry, they started tickling Hardison again.
Hardison, between bouts of laughter, reached out for Parker. "Help me!" he gasped pathetically.
Parker snorted and reached for her camera.
Prompt: 061. Race Word Count: 144 Pairing/Rating: G Warnings: ---
"Whoa! Hold it, you two!"
Parker and Hardison froze in their steps.
"Where's the fire?" Nate asked. "Usually you at least wait until I've finished a sentence before you run off."
Parker and Hardison exchanged a look.
"Sorry," Hardison said. "we're just going to the kitchen."
"Eliot said he'd make his raspberry chocolate mousse thing again," Parker added.
Nate perked up. "Really? I love that stuff."
"Uh-huh. We were just--"
"--trying to get the biggest serving possible," Nate guessed.
Parker nodded.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Nate asked. "Let's go have dessert for dinner."
Parker grinned up at Hardison. "Race you?" She took off without waiting for a response, and Nate watched Hardison flail for a moment before tearing after Parker. He looked over to Sophie. "You coming?"
"Naturally. No one in their right mind would pass up Eliot's delicious raspberry chocolate mousse."
When Parker told him she was pregnant, Eliot briefly thought about retiring. Stop the jobs, buy a big house somewhere in the countryside and live the American Dream with her. Of course Parker would never consider retirement. She was a thief through and through - just because she was on the side of the angels now didn't mean much. She'd been stealing stuff for as far back as she could remember and she loved it like not much else - it wasn't fair to expect her to stop just like that. They'd slow down a little, maybe. Find a steady place that no one else knew about. Figure out how to raise a kid while doing cons. They'd have to be careful, and Eliot didn't want his kid growing up with absent parents or without the right set of morals. It was his duty as a father, their duty as parents, to make sure the kid had what he or she needed to survive in the world. And as long as they loved him or her, what did it matter if the kid knew a little too much about picking locks and breaking noses?
Prompt: 065. Rivalry Word Count: 166 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, PG-13 for swearing? Warnings: ---
Hardison hit enter to start the presentation, but instead of his carefully put together case file, the wall of screens only showed nonesense. Every line of text had been replaced by "Hardison sucks" and every image had been replaced by an unflattering surveillance shot of him.
"That little bastard!" Hardison said, forcefully tapping on the keyboard. "I'm gonna show him. You just wait, Cha0s. This isn't over!"
Nate raised his eyebrows. "Hasn't this little rivalry between you two gone on long enough? I mean, even Sophie is okay with the guy and he tried to kill her once."
"Twice," Sophie muttered. "And I wouldn't say I'm 'okay' with the little weasel."
"The point is," Nate said, "that we don't have time for this. If you two can't settle this, I'll settle it for you. If you want to continue to behave like children, fine," he said sternly. "But you can bet it's going to end with you two forced to shake hands and make nice."
Word Count: 125
Pairing/Rating: G
Warnings: ---
Parker watched with a delighted expression as her two kids piled on top of Hardison and started tickling him. Every time Hardison managed to capture one or two of the hands tickling him, the other two managed to find their way to his ribcage and make him lose his hold agian. Hardison tried, but there was only so much he could do without hurting either of the children.
"Uncle!" Hardison cried. "I give up! Let Uncle Alec sit up, okay?"
Kim and Jo exchanged a look. Kim shook her head slightly.
"No mercy!" Jo declared.
With a war cry, they started tickling Hardison again.
Hardison, between bouts of laughter, reached out for Parker. "Help me!" he gasped pathetically.
Parker snorted and reached for her camera.
Prompt: 061. Race
Word Count: 144
Pairing/Rating: G
Warnings: ---
"Whoa! Hold it, you two!"
Parker and Hardison froze in their steps.
"Where's the fire?" Nate asked. "Usually you at least wait until I've finished a sentence before you run off."
Parker and Hardison exchanged a look.
"Sorry," Hardison said. "we're just going to the kitchen."
"Eliot said he'd make his raspberry chocolate mousse thing again," Parker added.
Nate perked up. "Really? I love that stuff."
"Uh-huh. We were just--"
"--trying to get the biggest serving possible," Nate guessed.
Parker nodded.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Nate asked. "Let's go have dessert for dinner."
Parker grinned up at Hardison. "Race you?" She took off without waiting for a response, and Nate watched Hardison flail for a moment before tearing after Parker. He looked over to Sophie. "You coming?"
"Naturally. No one in their right mind would pass up Eliot's delicious raspberry chocolate mousse."
Prompt: 064. Duty
Word Count: 194
Pairing/Rating: Parker/Eliot, G?
Warnings: ---
When Parker told him she was pregnant, Eliot briefly thought about retiring. Stop the jobs, buy a big house somewhere in the countryside and live the American Dream with her. Of course Parker would never consider retirement. She was a thief through and through - just because she was on the side of the angels now didn't mean much. She'd been stealing stuff for as far back as she could remember and she loved it like not much else - it wasn't fair to expect her to stop just like that. They'd slow down a little, maybe. Find a steady place that no one else knew about. Figure out how to raise a kid while doing cons. They'd have to be careful, and Eliot didn't want his kid growing up with absent parents or without the right set of morals. It was his duty as a father, their duty as parents, to make sure the kid had what he or she needed to survive in the world. And as long as they loved him or her, what did it matter if the kid knew a little too much about picking locks and breaking noses?
Prompt: 065. Rivalry
Word Count: 166
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, PG-13 for swearing?
Warnings: ---
Hardison hit enter to start the presentation, but instead of his carefully put together case file, the wall of screens only showed nonesense. Every line of text had been replaced by "Hardison sucks" and every image had been replaced by an unflattering surveillance shot of him.
"That little bastard!" Hardison said, forcefully tapping on the keyboard. "I'm gonna show him. You just wait, Cha0s. This isn't over!"
Nate raised his eyebrows. "Hasn't this little rivalry between you two gone on long enough? I mean, even Sophie is okay with the guy and he tried to kill her once."
"Twice," Sophie muttered. "And I wouldn't say I'm 'okay' with the little weasel."
"The point is," Nate said, "that we don't have time for this. If you two can't settle this, I'll settle it for you. If you want to continue to behave like children, fine," he said sternly. "But you can bet it's going to end with you two forced to shake hands and make nice."
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