Prompt: 002. Addict Word Count: 108 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G Warnings: Alcoholism
It didn't matter what Nate did when he was sober. The man was an addict - a drunk - plain and simple, and even sober he was a liability, always looking for the next drink.
Eliot knew all that, and yet... And yet he looked up to Nate, trusted Nate to have his back - to have all their backs - and get them through a job safely. Part of that was his job, granted, but he mostly made sure everyone stayed in one piece if things got out of hand or if the plan actually called for him to beat somebody up. And he still trusted Nate.
Prompt: 007. Psychic Word Count: 117 Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G Warnings: ---
Eliot used to love those psychic shows on the TV.
He knew they weren't real psychics - he's not an idiot, okay? - but they were fun to watch. Especially when they were wrong about something and backpedaled so fast you could almost see them take a step back.
Watching Nate and Hardison rig everything up so that Tara could be their "real" fake psychic took a lot of the mystery away though. It just didn't have the same entertainment value if you knew how they did it.
Eliot sighed and switched the channel. Looks like he'd have to find a new thing to watch when he didn't feel like working out or cooking in between jobs.
Prompt: 045. Blind Word Count: 120 Pairing/Rating: no pairing (maybe you can find a teeny tiny bit of implied pre-Nate/Eliot, if you're really desperate); G Warnings: ---
The first time Eliot realized he blindly trusted Nathan Ford, he had finished the job, driven home, packed a bag and sat in his truck all night. Part of him had wanted to leave - leave the team, leave the town, leave the state. Hell, leave the country entirely! He could work in the Middle East for a bit, maybe branch out to Africa.
Instead he'd watched the sun rise between the buildings ahead and thought about Parker's crazy yet endearing behavior, Sophie's caring yet devious nature and Hardison's geekisms and his friendship. And Nate. Nate Ford: inspiring, infuriating, incalculable.
Ultimately Eliot wasn't sure what made him stay. All he knew was that he trusted Nate to make it work.
Prompt: 049. Alive Word Count: 134 Pairing/Rating: Nate/Eliot; PG-13? (nothing happens except kissing and undressing) Warnings: ---
They were pulling at each others' clothes before they even reached the bedroom, exchanging frantic kisses as they tried to navigate the stairs without letting go of each other.
They didn't speak - not that they usually spoke much - as they tore of their shirts and pants, underwear, shoes and socks.
Eliot watched as Nate ran his eyes over him, inspecting his lover for new blemishes and possible scars. He was used to it by now - Nate did this after every job. Although not every job ended quite as explosive as their latest one.
"I'm fine," Eliot murmured. He pressed Nate's hand to his ribcage over his heart. "Still beating strong, Nate. I'm not gonna leave you."
Nate let out a shuddering breath and relaxed against him. "See that you don't, okay?"
Word Count: 108
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G
Warnings: Alcoholism
It didn't matter what Nate did when he was sober. The man was an addict - a drunk - plain and simple, and even sober he was a liability, always looking for the next drink.
Eliot knew all that, and yet... And yet he looked up to Nate, trusted Nate to have his back - to have all their backs - and get them through a job safely. Part of that was his job, granted, but he mostly made sure everyone stayed in one piece if things got out of hand or if the plan actually called for him to beat somebody up. And he still trusted Nate.
Prompt: 007. Psychic
Word Count: 117
Pairing/Rating: no pairing, G
Warnings: ---
Eliot used to love those psychic shows on the TV.
He knew they weren't real psychics - he's not an idiot, okay? - but they were fun to watch. Especially when they were wrong about something and backpedaled so fast you could almost see them take a step back.
Watching Nate and Hardison rig everything up so that Tara could be their "real" fake psychic took a lot of the mystery away though. It just didn't have the same entertainment value if you knew how they did it.
Eliot sighed and switched the channel. Looks like he'd have to find a new thing to watch when he didn't feel like working out or cooking in between jobs.
Prompt: 045. Blind
Word Count: 120
Pairing/Rating: no pairing (maybe you can find a teeny tiny bit of implied pre-Nate/Eliot, if you're really desperate); G
Warnings: ---
The first time Eliot realized he blindly trusted Nathan Ford, he had finished the job, driven home, packed a bag and sat in his truck all night. Part of him had wanted to leave - leave the team, leave the town, leave the state. Hell, leave the country entirely! He could work in the Middle East for a bit, maybe branch out to Africa.
Instead he'd watched the sun rise between the buildings ahead and thought about Parker's crazy yet endearing behavior, Sophie's caring yet devious nature and Hardison's geekisms and his friendship. And Nate. Nate Ford: inspiring, infuriating, incalculable.
Ultimately Eliot wasn't sure what made him stay. All he knew was that he trusted Nate to make it work.
Prompt: 049. Alive
Word Count: 134
Pairing/Rating: Nate/Eliot; PG-13? (nothing happens except kissing and undressing)
Warnings: ---
They were pulling at each others' clothes before they even reached the bedroom, exchanging frantic kisses as they tried to navigate the stairs without letting go of each other.
They didn't speak - not that they usually spoke much - as they tore of their shirts and pants, underwear, shoes and socks.
Eliot watched as Nate ran his eyes over him, inspecting his lover for new blemishes and possible scars. He was used to it by now - Nate did this after every job. Although not every job ended quite as explosive as their latest one.
"I'm fine," Eliot murmured. He pressed Nate's hand to his ribcage over his heart. "Still beating strong, Nate. I'm not gonna leave you."
Nate let out a shuddering breath and relaxed against him. "See that you don't, okay?"
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