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anythingdrabbleTitle: Pet Names
Fandom: Leverage
Characters/Pairings: Parker, Hardison, Eliot (OT3 implied)
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Summary: Hardison makes a poor choice. Is he talking to Parker or Eliot? Doesn’t matter, because either of them can hurt him. ;)
“Pass me the remote, will ya, Kitten?” Hardison asked, putting his hand out. When the requested item didn’t appear, he turned his attention from the TV to look at the other end of the couch inquiringly.
“You talkin’ to me, or Parker,” Eliot asked with a smirk that said he knew what was coming.
“Oh, that’s very funny,” Alec told him, rolling his eyes.
Parker was hitting the remote control against her knee in a random pattern. She didn’t look happy. “Kitten??” she inquired.
“What’s wrong with Kitten?” Alec wanted to know.
Beside her, Eliot snickered.
“Okay, we need to have a little talk.” Parker tossed the remote over her shoulder; they could hear it hit something on the other side of the room. “I don’t mind Babe, or even woman, I mean, technically that’s what I am, but Kitten?! Kittens are helpless, little, cuddly things.” She shuddered dramatically.
“Who doesn’t like kittens?” Hardison asked rhetorically. “You’re a cat burglar, cats, kittens…”
“I’d go with Houdini or Second Story, myself,” Eliot volunteered.
“Ooh, Second Story, I like that,” Parker said, nodding to him.
“That is not a romantic pet name,” Alec protested.
“Yeah, well, keep trying,” Parker told him firmly.
Fandom: Leverage
Characters/Pairings: Parker, Hardison, Eliot (OT3 implied)
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Summary: Hardison makes a poor choice. Is he talking to Parker or Eliot? Doesn’t matter, because either of them can hurt him. ;)
“Pass me the remote, will ya, Kitten?” Hardison asked, putting his hand out. When the requested item didn’t appear, he turned his attention from the TV to look at the other end of the couch inquiringly.
“You talkin’ to me, or Parker,” Eliot asked with a smirk that said he knew what was coming.
“Oh, that’s very funny,” Alec told him, rolling his eyes.
Parker was hitting the remote control against her knee in a random pattern. She didn’t look happy. “Kitten??” she inquired.
“What’s wrong with Kitten?” Alec wanted to know.
Beside her, Eliot snickered.
“Okay, we need to have a little talk.” Parker tossed the remote over her shoulder; they could hear it hit something on the other side of the room. “I don’t mind Babe, or even woman, I mean, technically that’s what I am, but Kitten?! Kittens are helpless, little, cuddly things.” She shuddered dramatically.
“Who doesn’t like kittens?” Hardison asked rhetorically. “You’re a cat burglar, cats, kittens…”
“I’d go with Houdini or Second Story, myself,” Eliot volunteered.
“Ooh, Second Story, I like that,” Parker said, nodding to him.
“That is not a romantic pet name,” Alec protested.
“Yeah, well, keep trying,” Parker told him firmly.
