Thursday: Threesomes and Moresomes

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Hey, hey! Today is Thursday and I will be hosting your ficcage today. Today's theme will be Threesomes and Moresomes, so lets see all the interesting combinations you can come up with.

Remember, be kind to your code monkeys. 3 prompts per fandom, and only 5 prompts until one gets filled. You should format your prompt as follows:

Fandom, characters, prompt

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel/Cam, say what?

And if none of the prompts today tickle you, you can always check out our Lonely Prompts. They are always in need of a home.

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[cala-jane.livejournal.com]

„You can't just go around hitting people, Eliot.” Hardison put the beer before him and sat on the far side of the couch. Eliot rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Next time I'll just let the Russians hand you your ass, we'll see how you like that” he replied irritated that they were even having this conversation.

Parker poked at the rather painful bruise on his jaw. He swatted her hand away.

“The guys that were holding you hostage? They were ex KGB. Those guys were trained in torture. You'd be crying and begging for mercy before they even opened that magic box of theirs,” why Hardison couldn't just admit Eliot saved him and say thank you? For a brilliant hacker, Hardison was an idiot sometimes.

Parker poked him again, and he huffed irritated, turning towards her.

“Will you. Stop. Poking. Me?!”

“Does it hurt?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, it hurts!” Eliot raised his voice, still on edge.

“Next time don't get hurt,” she said, not even afraid he might lash out. And poked at the bruise. Again.

“How about we set a rule of not fighting more than three people? Three sounds fair, right?”

Hardison was an idiot, this just proved it. Eliot marveled at the thought of setting a rule that would allow him to hit idiots. He dismissed it quickly. But the irritation at being unappreciated was still there. He got Hardison out, Hardison was relatively unharmed. Eliot had worse. So, what was the problem?

He stood up abruptly and picked up the beer Hardison brought him. He needed rest, and with those two it would be impossible.

“Well how about none of you get taken hostage again? I wouldn't have to hunt down and kill the bad guys for hurting you,” he suggested angrily.

There was silence. He couldn't help himself and a smirk appeared on his face. Finally.

“But... You don't kill people,” Parker sounded confused.

“Well I would...” he stopped himself before he added 'for you'. Suddenly he felt awkward and for the first time in ages he felt like running away.

So he left the room, hoping it would take the two of them a long time to decipher what he really meant... He was in enough trouble.

[supershineygirl.livejournal.com]

oooooh I love this! Thank you :)

[cala-jane.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it :)