Challenge #114
Title: The One You Came With
Author: PaBurke
Summary/Prompt: Dance
Word Count: 100
Cross: White Collar
Disclaimer: they don’t belong to me
Peter had bragged about his secret, talented CI hacker. Neal couldn’t hack and wasn’t needed. Neal wanted to prove his worth. So he challenged Peter to a twenty-dollar bet: Neal (and his contacts) against Peter’s other CI.
Peter accepted.
So Neal sent Mozzie to hire one of the greatest hackers, Oz. No one knew his real name or his story, but he was the best. Oz came through in record time, but not soon enough, Neal realized as he saw Peter’s smug grin.
“Who’s your CI?” Neal asked. Why wasn’t Peter using the Fed’s hackers?
Peter grinned. “Oz said ‘hey’.”
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Title: Stepping on Toes
Author: PaBurke
Summary/Prompt: Dance
Word Count: 200
Cross: BBC Sherlock
Disclaimer: they don’t belong to me
Mycroft Holmes missed the old Watchers’ Council like one missed the old roster down the street: they dependably squawked every month, were easily cowed, self-important and useless.
Rupert Giles was not the old Watchers’ Council. He refused to be cowed and would not squawk. He was a challenge. He referred to the liberties detailed in the Royal Charter and would not budge. Mycroft knew how many Slayers he had registered at his ‘Girls School’ and yet he let none work for the British Government.
“You have a brother,” Giles said. Mycroft refused to flinch. Giles was stepping out of line. “He has been circling the supernatural. As of this moment, he is unaware, but that could change.” The threat was as subtle as the one Mycroft had leveled.
“He and his soldier roommate would make wicked Watchers,” the Oldest Slayer spoke for the first time.
Mycroft saw the amused, exasperated and parental glare Giles bestowed upon Summers and realized that he was approaching this all wrong. Giles looked upon the Slayers as daughters, not tools.
Just as horrified as Mycroft was about Sherlock immersing himself in the supernatural, Giles similarly horrified to immerse his Slayers into politics.
Family, not tools.
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Title: Missing a Beat
Author: PaBurke
Summary/Prompt: Dance
Word Count: 100
Cross: SG1
Disclaimer: they don’t belong to me
Faith never felt comfortable after the annual May apocalypse. It took too long for the next emergency. Nothing supernatural was happening, but something should be happening. Her body felt off-balance, like a dance missing a beat or a fight missing a punch. It always felt like Faith was missing something important.
When Faith volunteered for the alien assignment, she finally heard the missing beat.
Like clockwork, three weeks after the Slayer Apocalypse was the Gate Apocalypse.
In the following years of death-defying circumstances, Faith felt on beat. Even the year that she died during the Gate Apocalypse, Faith was five-by-five.
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