Friday - Free-For-All

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Hey, guys!  It's that time of the week for you to let your imaginations go wild with no restraints, other than keeping it legal... and possibly bending a few laws (*winkwink*).  As always, you only need to follow the rules: 

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.

Respect our awesome code monkeys, and follow the standard format with your prompts. Like so:

Burn Notice, Michael/author's choice, standing on the edge

White Collar/Leverage, Neal/Eliot, playtime

If you don't see any prompts that tickle your fancy, please take a gander at our lonely prompts section here.

TGIF!


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Okay, so this is from Maggie's perspective

[snarkcasm.livejournal.com]

She was all like "Hello! I'm Maggie BAMF Collins! How could you not?" and I was helpless...

After a while, Maggie stops struggling against the cuffs, slumping bonelessly. They are in an elevator with a bomb. They are going to die. She is going to die chained to her ex-husband and next to her currently sobbing (ex)boyfriend. “Nate,” she struggles to get out as the door closes with a sickeningly cheery ‘ping’. Her eyes are itchy and she blinks a few times to get rid of the sting. “I don’t want to die,” she finally admits in a hushed voice, chin shaking with the sheer effort to keep herself under control. Alexander is doing enough blubbering for the three of them, and she would be damned if she was going to die crying like a baby.

Nate looks at her, eyes cool. He’s calm and collected and there is a bomb at their feet. She envies him as much as she wants to hit him. “We’re not going to. My team is going to save us.” He’s so smug, so confident, and she wants to claw his eyes out.

“Nate. The last time we were, y’know,” she still can’t say ‘that one time I helped you steal all those paintings and avenged our son’s death’. “Sophie helped. She helped a lot. Sophie’s not here.” She doesn’t know what conclusions she’s jumping to, but she has a need to tell Nate of her worries, her doubts.

“Sophie’s not the only part of my team, Maggie,” he reminds her gently and she thinks back to the time when their marriage began to fray and he went off on his own. She never had that complete confidence in him like he has in his team. Even now, she has her doubts, but she decides to trust in this brand-new-Nate (even though he smells like the old-Nate-she-knew: whiskey with a touch of lies) and say no more, tugging him to her lips. Sure enough, Parker comes flying down from the zip line, interrupting their passion-born kiss, to grab the bomb. She disappears with one sharp tug as Maggie and Nate shy away from each other as far as the handcuffs would let them. Maggie toys with her hair, feeling like she just got caught by her parents and she didn’t even know why.

Parker slides back into their elevator, holding a tiny silver case. “Go,” she commands to no one and tugs off the rope. The elevator starts again and the movement jolts Maggie, who can’t even remember when it stopped. She avoids Nate’s eyes for the rest of the trip and settles on Alexander’s trembling arms. She wishes she could sneer. When the door opens, Eliot steps into the elevator. Parker and he share a little look and Parker smiles, freeing a pasty-looking Alexander and bounding away. He kneels between them; he takes up a lot of room physically as well as metaphorically and Maggie feels an animalistic urge to move away. Eliot fiddles with the handcuffs until they come loose.

“You okay?” He’s looking only at Nate. Nate nods. Maggie busies herself with rubbing at her raw wrist. Alexander runs straight for a trashcan and throws up.

“…first bombs the hardest,” she hears Parker try to console him and awkwardly not-touches him.

“How did ya do it?” Nate asks, even though Maggie has a feeling that it’s for her shell-shocked benefit. Eliot explains as Maggie notices how relaxed he becomes the more he talks. She feels her body relaxing in response and she smiles.

“You know…people underestimate you.”

Nate bumps her with his elbow gently. “That’s the point.” Maggie watches her ex-husband and the hitter share an overly fond look. Her breath catches.

Now she gets it.

Re: Okay, so this is from Maggie's perspective

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

::happy sigh:: Just what I needed before braving a housefull of birthday partying 8 year olds. :-) Thanks. This was perfect.

Re: Okay, so this is from Maggie's perspective

[snarkcasm.livejournal.com]

How did the birthday-partying-8-year-old thing go, hun? *shakes head* That sounds like my version of hell right there, lol.

Re: Okay, so this is from Maggie's perspective

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Oooo it was definitely Hell. 9th circle Hell. But I survived, made it out alive and all of the little demons - I mean kids - are alive and well, so...I'd call it a success? ;-)