Prompt: 079. Guide Word Count: 123 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G Notes: Crossover with The Sentinel (Eliot is a Sentinel, Nate is his Guide), follows the other drabbles I wrote for this prompt
"...come on, Eliot. You can do it. Just focus on my voice."
Eliot went from being in a fugue-like state to being fully alert. He blinked, realized that someone was touching him and reacted.
"Ow! Crap! Eliot, let go, it's just me!"
"Nate?" Eliot loosened his grip on Nate's arm. "Sorry."
"Yeah, well, it's fine. It wasn't your fault." Nate rubbed his shoulder.
Eliot ran a hand over his face. "I hate this! I'm completely useless like this. I can't even walk down the street without being a danger to myself and others. How can I do my job like this?"
Nate sighed. He didn't have any of the answers, but there was nothing they could do about it. "We'll figure it out."
Prompt: 094. Vomit Word Count: 137 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, PG Warnings: ---
Hardison woke up with a groan. His head was throbbing, his eyes were dry and his mouth tasted like vomit. He was leaning against the wall with his head at an uncomfortable angle that means moving his head hurt like hell. The pain radiated out down his neck and spread over his shoulders, too.
He tried to slide down or roll over, but his arm wouldn't move. Carefully, he opened his eyes. He was in a small room - not bigger than most elevators - without windows. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling. He was also cuffed to the radiator next to the thin mattress his captor's had tossed onto the floor before throwing him into the room.
Hardison blinked and the whole world tilted sideways. His team had better come and get him quickly!
Prompt: 095. Bleeding Word Count: 115 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, PG Warnings: ---
"Eliot, you're bleeding!" Parker exclaimed.
Eliot waved her off. "It's fine. Let's get out of here."
"But--" Parker broke off, looking worried. "The blood!"
"It's fine," Eliot repeated. "Really. I'm not dying."
"Are you sure?"
Eliot nodded. "I am. If I was bleeding to death, you'd know."
"Promise?"
"Promise." Eliot shifted his hand, feeling the blood well up between his fingers. "Now can we go?"
"Sure." Parker lifted one of his arms over her shoulders. "Well, come on!"
Eliot didn't have the heart to tell her that it was more uncomfortable to walk with his arm raised like that than it would have been to shuffle along like a zombie until they reached the car.
Word Count: 123
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G
Notes: Crossover with The Sentinel (Eliot is a Sentinel, Nate is his Guide), follows the other drabbles I wrote for this prompt
"...come on, Eliot. You can do it. Just focus on my voice."
Eliot went from being in a fugue-like state to being fully alert. He blinked, realized that someone was touching him and reacted.
"Ow! Crap! Eliot, let go, it's just me!"
"Nate?" Eliot loosened his grip on Nate's arm. "Sorry."
"Yeah, well, it's fine. It wasn't your fault." Nate rubbed his shoulder.
Eliot ran a hand over his face. "I hate this! I'm completely useless like this. I can't even walk down the street without being a danger to myself and others. How can I do my job like this?"
Nate sighed. He didn't have any of the answers, but there was nothing they could do about it. "We'll figure it out."
Prompt: 094. Vomit
Word Count: 137
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, PG
Warnings: ---
Hardison woke up with a groan. His head was throbbing, his eyes were dry and his mouth tasted like vomit. He was leaning against the wall with his head at an uncomfortable angle that means moving his head hurt like hell. The pain radiated out down his neck and spread over his shoulders, too.
He tried to slide down or roll over, but his arm wouldn't move. Carefully, he opened his eyes. He was in a small room - not bigger than most elevators - without windows. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling. He was also cuffed to the radiator next to the thin mattress his captor's had tossed onto the floor before throwing him into the room.
Hardison blinked and the whole world tilted sideways. His team had better come and get him quickly!
Prompt: 095. Bleeding
Word Count: 115
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, PG
Warnings: ---
"Eliot, you're bleeding!" Parker exclaimed.
Eliot waved her off. "It's fine. Let's get out of here."
"But--" Parker broke off, looking worried. "The blood!"
"It's fine," Eliot repeated. "Really. I'm not dying."
"Are you sure?"
Eliot nodded. "I am. If I was bleeding to death, you'd know."
"Promise?"
"Promise." Eliot shifted his hand, feeling the blood well up between his fingers. "Now can we go?"
"Sure." Parker lifted one of his arms over her shoulders. "Well, come on!"
Eliot didn't have the heart to tell her that it was more uncomfortable to walk with his arm raised like that than it would have been to shuffle along like a zombie until they reached the car.
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