Leverage 401 inspired Drabbles!
Leverage is back! Whee! ::does the Leverage-is-back happy dance::
To celebrate -- variations on a theme. Three exactly 100 word drabbles -- excluding titles --taking a look at what might have happened after Nate left Hardison and Eliot and Parker alone in the communications tent. I do reference what Parker and Eliot are about to go do in a general non-plot-specific way so that could be a spoiler depending on how spoilerphobic you are. As always, YMMV.
Eliot/Parker/Hardison, established relationship, PG13
Timing Is Everything
"You know what'd warm me right up?" Hardison asked as the tent flap closed behind Nate.
"There's no time for a quickie," Eliot growled, before Parker could answer. "Do you know how much crap we're wearing here? It'd take us forty minutes to get undressed. Parker and I don't have forty minutes before we have to climb a mountain."
"It'd only take us 3.2 minutes to get to the relevant bits," Parker said quickly before Hardison could respond.
Both men turned to look stare.
"Seriously?" Hardison demanded. "You did the math?"
She nodded.
Elliot dropped his gloves. "Start the clock..."
Simple Misunderstanding
"You know what'd warm me right up?" Hardison asked as the tent flap closed behind Nate.
"God, Hardison, that is so like you." Eliot glared across the bank of equipment. "I asked if you wanted to before we got suited up in four hundred layers of cold weather gear, but you just wanted to complain. You think we have time to peel out of all this shit before we have to go climb a mountain?"
"I was just..." Hardison sighed as Parker shrugged and followed Eliot out of the tent. "...going to suggest I make us all some hot chocolate."
Promises, Promises
"You know what'd warm me right up?" Hardison asked as the tent flap closed behind Nate. "A nice hot chocolate."
"Is that a euphemism?" Parker asked, brow furrowed. "Because you're kind of chocolate coloured and you're hot?"
"No! I mean..."
"Because that's not something I'd usually say no to," she continued, "even if it isn't a euphemism, but we're wearing seven thousand layers of clothing and we don't really have time and I don't want to overheat before going up a mountain."
"Put a mashmallow on it," Eliot snickered, turning to follow Parker out of the tent. "We'll be back."
To celebrate -- variations on a theme. Three exactly 100 word drabbles -- excluding titles --taking a look at what might have happened after Nate left Hardison and Eliot and Parker alone in the communications tent. I do reference what Parker and Eliot are about to go do in a general non-plot-specific way so that could be a spoiler depending on how spoilerphobic you are. As always, YMMV.
Eliot/Parker/Hardison, established relationship, PG13
Timing Is Everything
"You know what'd warm me right up?" Hardison asked as the tent flap closed behind Nate.
"There's no time for a quickie," Eliot growled, before Parker could answer. "Do you know how much crap we're wearing here? It'd take us forty minutes to get undressed. Parker and I don't have forty minutes before we have to climb a mountain."
"It'd only take us 3.2 minutes to get to the relevant bits," Parker said quickly before Hardison could respond.
Both men turned to look stare.
"Seriously?" Hardison demanded. "You did the math?"
She nodded.
Elliot dropped his gloves. "Start the clock..."
Simple Misunderstanding
"You know what'd warm me right up?" Hardison asked as the tent flap closed behind Nate.
"God, Hardison, that is so like you." Eliot glared across the bank of equipment. "I asked if you wanted to before we got suited up in four hundred layers of cold weather gear, but you just wanted to complain. You think we have time to peel out of all this shit before we have to go climb a mountain?"
"I was just..." Hardison sighed as Parker shrugged and followed Eliot out of the tent. "...going to suggest I make us all some hot chocolate."
Promises, Promises
"You know what'd warm me right up?" Hardison asked as the tent flap closed behind Nate. "A nice hot chocolate."
"Is that a euphemism?" Parker asked, brow furrowed. "Because you're kind of chocolate coloured and you're hot?"
"No! I mean..."
"Because that's not something I'd usually say no to," she continued, "even if it isn't a euphemism, but we're wearing seven thousand layers of clothing and we don't really have time and I don't want to overheat before going up a mountain."
"Put a mashmallow on it," Eliot snickered, turning to follow Parker out of the tent. "We'll be back."