Prompt: 056. Beg Word Count: 110 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G Warnings: ---
"Parker!"
"What?" Parker asked, lips setting into a pout.
"Don't feed him from the table!"
"But he's hungry!"
"No, he's not. He's just begging for scraps. He had a full meal earlier."
"But--" Parker reached down to pick up the puppy. She held him up and looked at Eliot accusingly. "Look at his eyes!"
The puppy squirmed in Parker's arms, his legs flailing and his nose twitching. Then he blinked sleepily and yawned, looking absolutely adorable.
Eliot sighed. "You're not keeping the dog."
"But they just left him there. He needs someone to take care of him!"
"Let me ask you something: who takes care of you?"
"You do."
"Exactly!"
Prompt: 057. Repeat Word Count: 160 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G Warnings: ---
"Again," Eliot said.
Parker let out a deep breath, squared her shoulders and punched the punching bag.
"Again."
Parker hit the bag.
"Watch your wrists," Eliot said, tapping one of Parker's wrists lightly. He nodded at the bag. "Again."
Parker moved to punch the bag again, but Eliot stepped up behind her and gave her a small shove between the shoulder blades.
Unlike Hardison, who had flailed and shouted when Eliot had tried this trick on him, Parker had great muscle control and body awareness. She only needed a small step forward to get her balance back. And instead of shouting, she turned her head and glared at him.
"I said, hit it again," Eliot said. "Be focused, but don't tune out your surroundings. Be aware of what's happening around you."
Parker nodded and went back to punching the bag.
"Hey, Eliot?"
"Yeah?"
"You try this with Hardison?" Parker asked. Eliot could hear the grin in her voice.
Eliot laughed.
Prompt: 058. Rise Word Count: 125 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G Warnings: ---
Parker bounced into the kitchen. Most likely drawn in by the smells, Eliot thought. Parker was usually the first to appear whenever he was in the kitchen.
She clapped her hands. "Oooh, what are you baking? Is it a cake?"
"I'm not baking cake," Eliot said. "It's a soufflé."
Parker bent down and looked into the oven. "Why is it all poofy?"
"Because." Eliot gave the counter one last wipe and threw the rag into the sink. "Ah! Don't touch that!"
Parker froze, hand already on the oven door handle. She rolled her eyes. "But I want to see! The glass is all sweaty and cloudy!"
"You'll live," Eliot said. "Don't you dare ruin this dessert!"
Word Count: 110
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G
Warnings: ---
"Parker!"
"What?" Parker asked, lips setting into a pout.
"Don't feed him from the table!"
"But he's hungry!"
"No, he's not. He's just begging for scraps. He had a full meal earlier."
"But--" Parker reached down to pick up the puppy. She held him up and looked at Eliot accusingly. "Look at his eyes!"
The puppy squirmed in Parker's arms, his legs flailing and his nose twitching. Then he blinked sleepily and yawned, looking absolutely adorable.
Eliot sighed. "You're not keeping the dog."
"But they just left him there. He needs someone to take care of him!"
"Let me ask you something: who takes care of you?"
"You do."
"Exactly!"
Prompt: 057. Repeat
Word Count: 160
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G
Warnings: ---
"Again," Eliot said.
Parker let out a deep breath, squared her shoulders and punched the punching bag.
"Again."
Parker hit the bag.
"Watch your wrists," Eliot said, tapping one of Parker's wrists lightly. He nodded at the bag. "Again."
Parker moved to punch the bag again, but Eliot stepped up behind her and gave her a small shove between the shoulder blades.
Unlike Hardison, who had flailed and shouted when Eliot had tried this trick on him, Parker had great muscle control and body awareness. She only needed a small step forward to get her balance back. And instead of shouting, she turned her head and glared at him.
"I said, hit it again," Eliot said. "Be focused, but don't tune out your surroundings. Be aware of what's happening around you."
Parker nodded and went back to punching the bag.
"Hey, Eliot?"
"Yeah?"
"You try this with Hardison?" Parker asked. Eliot could hear the grin in her voice.
Eliot laughed.
Prompt: 058. Rise
Word Count: 125
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G
Warnings: ---
Parker bounced into the kitchen. Most likely drawn in by the smells, Eliot thought. Parker was usually the first to appear whenever he was in the kitchen.
She clapped her hands. "Oooh, what are you baking? Is it a cake?"
"I'm not baking cake," Eliot said. "It's a soufflé."
Parker bent down and looked into the oven. "Why is it all poofy?"
"Because." Eliot gave the counter one last wipe and threw the rag into the sink. "Ah! Don't touch that!"
Parker froze, hand already on the oven door handle. She rolled her eyes. "But I want to see! The glass is all sweaty and cloudy!"
"You'll live," Eliot said. "Don't you dare ruin this dessert!"
Parker narrowed her eyes.
Eliot squared his shoulders.
"Parker!"
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