Prompt: 001. Phobia Word Count: 111 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G Warnings: ---
"Really, Sophie? REALLY?!"
Sophie glared at him. "You didn't have to come," she pointed out.
Eliot gave her a look that said "yeah right" and crossed his arms. "Really? A spider? A stupid, tiny little spider?"
Sophie shuddered. "It's not tiny! It's big and hairy and has eight eyes AND IT'S WATCHING ME!"
Eliot's lips twitched.
"Oh, don't you laugh at me," Sophie grumbled. "Just kill the spider and I won't tell Nate who really spilled coffee on his Oliver Twist collector's edition."
Eliot made an annoyed sound, but he did kill the spider and got rid of it. Not, however, before showing Sophie the squished remains and watching her flail.
Prompt: 013. Traitor Word Count: 150 words Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G Warnings: ---
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Gahh!" Hardison jumped and spilled a little bit of bleach on his jeans. "Oh, nice. Thanks a lot, Parker."
Parker peered over his shoulder and into the sink. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"That doesn't look like nothing," Parker said. "It actually looks a lot like you're pouring bleach over Sophie new blouse. The one she was showing up at dinner yesterday."
"Does it? I hadn't noticed," Hardison said and kept scrubbing.
"Why is there an ugly brown stain on it?" Parker asked, poking him in the side.
"Because someone - I don't know who - spilled orange soda on it?"
"Ooh, Sophie's gonna--oops."
Hardison didn't even need to turn around to know Sophie had just stepped into the kitchen. The icy feeling across the back of his neck was evidence enough.
"I didn't do it!" Parker pointed at him. "Hardison did it!"
"Parker, we can't just--" Hardison broke off and glanced around. His voice lowered considerably, he continued. "We can't just get married. That's not how it works."
Parker frowned. "Yes, it is. Two people meet, they like each other, they date, they fall in love, they get married. That's totally how it works."
Hardison had to concede the point. That was, kind of, how it worked. "We can't get married in Vegas!"
"But there's a million churches and other places where you can get married!" Parker argued. "You can have Elvis as your minister!"
"Yeah, Parker, that's not actually a point in favor of this, okay? I'm not getting married to you by some overweight Elvis in an ugly ass, skin-tight costume in freaking Las Vegas, okay?!"
Parker's face fell. "You could have just said no."
Hardison sighed. "I'm not saying no. I'm just saying I want something more special."
Parker perked up. "There is one chapel that does a Star Trek theme."
Hardison opened his mouth, then closed it again. He imagined Parker in a Uhura costume. "What the hell, let's do it!"
Prompt: 051. Raw Word Count: 101 Pairing/Rating: Nate/Eliot, I'm actually not sure about the rating, but Americans are always weird about sex, so let's call it "adult" (see warning below). Warnings: Discussion of sex without protection/implied sex without protection
[RAW]Eliot broke the kiss and reached for the bedside table, getting the lube and a condom.
Nate took the jar of lube but hesitated to take the condom. He looked at Eliot. "Let's... not."
Eliot raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"
Nate nodded. "I haven't been with anyone but you since Maggie... and she was the only one that I slept with without protection. And I know you go to the clinic regularly."
Eliot shrugged. "Job like mine, you bleed a lot. It's always a good idea to be careful."
"Better safe than sorry," Nate agreed. "But since we're both clean..."
Word Count: 111
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G
Warnings: ---
"Really, Sophie? REALLY?!"
Sophie glared at him. "You didn't have to come," she pointed out.
Eliot gave her a look that said "yeah right" and crossed his arms. "Really? A spider? A stupid, tiny little spider?"
Sophie shuddered. "It's not tiny! It's big and hairy and has eight eyes AND IT'S WATCHING ME!"
Eliot's lips twitched.
"Oh, don't you laugh at me," Sophie grumbled. "Just kill the spider and I won't tell Nate who really spilled coffee on his Oliver Twist collector's edition."
Eliot made an annoyed sound, but he did kill the spider and got rid of it. Not, however, before showing Sophie the squished remains and watching her flail.
Prompt: 013. Traitor
Word Count: 150 words
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G
Warnings: ---
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Gahh!" Hardison jumped and spilled a little bit of bleach on his jeans. "Oh, nice. Thanks a lot, Parker."
Parker peered over his shoulder and into the sink. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"That doesn't look like nothing," Parker said. "It actually looks a lot like you're pouring bleach over Sophie new blouse. The one she was showing up at dinner yesterday."
"Does it? I hadn't noticed," Hardison said and kept scrubbing.
"Why is there an ugly brown stain on it?" Parker asked, poking him in the side.
"Because someone - I don't know who - spilled orange soda on it?"
"Ooh, Sophie's gonna--oops."
Hardison didn't even need to turn around to know Sophie had just stepped into the kitchen. The icy feeling across the back of his neck was evidence enough.
"I didn't do it!" Parker pointed at him. "Hardison did it!"
Hardison glared at her. "Traitor!"
Prompt: 044. Elope
Word Count: 187
Pairing/Rating: Parker/Hardison, PG?
Warnings: ---
"Let's just do it!"
"Parker, we can't just--" Hardison broke off and glanced around. His voice lowered considerably, he continued. "We can't just get married. That's not how it works."
Parker frowned. "Yes, it is. Two people meet, they like each other, they date, they fall in love, they get married. That's totally how it works."
Hardison had to concede the point. That was, kind of, how it worked. "We can't get married in Vegas!"
"But there's a million churches and other places where you can get married!" Parker argued. "You can have Elvis as your minister!"
"Yeah, Parker, that's not actually a point in favor of this, okay? I'm not getting married to you by some overweight Elvis in an ugly ass, skin-tight costume in freaking Las Vegas, okay?!"
Parker's face fell. "You could have just said no."
Hardison sighed. "I'm not saying no. I'm just saying I want something more special."
Parker perked up. "There is one chapel that does a Star Trek theme."
Hardison opened his mouth, then closed it again. He imagined Parker in a Uhura costume. "What the hell, let's do it!"
Prompt: 051. Raw
Word Count: 101
Pairing/Rating: Nate/Eliot, I'm actually not sure about the rating, but Americans are always weird about sex, so let's call it "adult" (see warning below).
Warnings: Discussion of sex without protection/implied sex without protection
[RAW]Eliot broke the kiss and reached for the bedside table, getting the lube and a condom.
Nate took the jar of lube but hesitated to take the condom. He looked at Eliot. "Let's... not."
Eliot raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"
Nate nodded. "I haven't been with anyone but you since Maggie... and she was the only one that I slept with without protection. And I know you go to the clinic regularly."
Eliot shrugged. "Job like mine, you bleed a lot. It's always a good idea to be careful."
"Better safe than sorry," Nate agreed. "But since we're both clean..."
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