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Title: When the Deal is Done
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Brimstone fandom, none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Zeke completed his mission. Now what?
Author's Note: Written for writercom100 and comment_fic.
Zeke hissed as the tattoo burned away. He pulled off his shirt, amazed at the unblemished skin underneath. One hundred and thirteen markings, gone. Each and every escaped soul he'd been charged to recover had been sent back to hell. So, where was Lucifer? Was the devil one to really keep his promises? Would he get an 'atta boy' and be sent along on his way? Or would his deal with the devil have the stereotypical bad end?
Suddenly, there was a hand on his shoulder. "Ezekial," the devil purred into his ear. "Do I have a surprise for you."
Title: Not Such A Stupid Rule
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, none, rated PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Tony limps into autopsy
Author's Note: Written for Thing-a-Thong VII and ncisdrabble100 prompt# 129: Fall.
"Hey, Ducky." Tony limped into autopsy.
"Anthony, what brings you down, oh." Ducky took in Tony's bloody lip, limp and overall disheveled appearance. "Jethro sent you down? Dear me, let's take a look." He motioned for Tony to get on the table. "What happened?"
"I fell."
"Want to tell him why you fell?" Gibbs asked, sweeping into the room.
"I was trying to prove rule 41's a stupid rule."
"Rule 41?"
"Never have sex on unstable ground," Tony mumbled under his breath.
Ducky shook his head. "Oh, Anthony my boy, sometimes I honestly don't know what to make of you."
Title: The Position
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood/Southland crossover, Jack Harkness/John Cooper, rated PG-13
Word Count: 100
Summary: An interesting man walked into the bar.
Author's Note: Written for [info]writercon100
Another crap beer after another crap day. Looking over the bar Cooper told himself he may as well head home early tonight since there was no one who... hello.
Entering was a tall man, dark hair, fortyish. Decent build. Very decent.
Their eyes met. "Captain Jack Harkness," the man walked over and introduced himself.
"John Cooper." The handshake was firm. And, like the smile, inviting and offering the suggestion of more. "Military?"
Harkness nodded. "You?"
"No, cop."
Then there was that smile again, this time adding a quirked eyebrow. "Guess that means you can assume the position?"
"I can."
"Excellent."
Title: The Bounty
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Leverage/Mag7 ATF fandoms, none, rated G
Word Count: 167
Summary: Vin had Eliot in his sights, but would he pull the trigger?
Author's Note: Written as comment_fic.
Eliot froze, knowing he was being watched. Turning around slowly he scanned the empty lot and the building behind him. His trained eye picked up the glint of a sniper's rifle from the roof. Barrett M82 most likely. A bit old, but probably well kept up and deadly at this distance.
"This isn't the Old West," he called out. "Dead or alive isn't an option."
"I can shoot to wound," was the response. The speaker didn't seem surprised he'd been spotted by his prey.
Eliot shifted quickly, making sudden movements, knowing that the sniper would be unable to adjust his aim quickly. "In this wind? Especially if you have full metal jacketed bullets in there. You'll need a chest shot to take me down. And, likely as not, it'll be a kill shot."
"Reckon I ain't one to murder for a bounty." The glint off the rifle scope changed, as the gun was lifted up. "Next time," the bounty hunter called out.
"Maybe," Eliot replied. "Maybe not."
Title: Knowing
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Southland, no pairing, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Ben's a cop. Period. End of story.
Author's Note: Written for [info]writercon100
Ben looked over, eying Cooper as he drove. The man went from hot to cold and back again in the blink of an eye. As his training officer it made sense, to some extent; it was Cooper's job not to give him any slack, to make sure he could do the job and not get himself killed. Or anyone else killed. He'd been relentless with the Beverly Hills jokes and the questions, jibes and prods. But it didn't matter. Ben was a cop. It's who he had wanted to be and he was going to be damn good at it.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Brimstone fandom, none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Zeke completed his mission. Now what?
Author's Note: Written for writercom100 and comment_fic.
Zeke hissed as the tattoo burned away. He pulled off his shirt, amazed at the unblemished skin underneath. One hundred and thirteen markings, gone. Each and every escaped soul he'd been charged to recover had been sent back to hell. So, where was Lucifer? Was the devil one to really keep his promises? Would he get an 'atta boy' and be sent along on his way? Or would his deal with the devil have the stereotypical bad end?
Suddenly, there was a hand on his shoulder. "Ezekial," the devil purred into his ear. "Do I have a surprise for you."
Title: Not Such A Stupid Rule
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, none, rated PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Tony limps into autopsy
Author's Note: Written for Thing-a-Thong VII and ncisdrabble100 prompt# 129: Fall.
"Hey, Ducky." Tony limped into autopsy.
"Anthony, what brings you down, oh." Ducky took in Tony's bloody lip, limp and overall disheveled appearance. "Jethro sent you down? Dear me, let's take a look." He motioned for Tony to get on the table. "What happened?"
"I fell."
"Want to tell him why you fell?" Gibbs asked, sweeping into the room.
"I was trying to prove rule 41's a stupid rule."
"Rule 41?"
"Never have sex on unstable ground," Tony mumbled under his breath.
Ducky shook his head. "Oh, Anthony my boy, sometimes I honestly don't know what to make of you."
Title: The Position
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood/Southland crossover, Jack Harkness/John Cooper, rated PG-13
Word Count: 100
Summary: An interesting man walked into the bar.
Author's Note: Written for [info]writercon100
Another crap beer after another crap day. Looking over the bar Cooper told himself he may as well head home early tonight since there was no one who... hello.
Entering was a tall man, dark hair, fortyish. Decent build. Very decent.
Their eyes met. "Captain Jack Harkness," the man walked over and introduced himself.
"John Cooper." The handshake was firm. And, like the smile, inviting and offering the suggestion of more. "Military?"
Harkness nodded. "You?"
"No, cop."
Then there was that smile again, this time adding a quirked eyebrow. "Guess that means you can assume the position?"
"I can."
"Excellent."
Title: The Bounty
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Leverage/Mag7 ATF fandoms, none, rated G
Word Count: 167
Summary: Vin had Eliot in his sights, but would he pull the trigger?
Author's Note: Written as comment_fic.
Eliot froze, knowing he was being watched. Turning around slowly he scanned the empty lot and the building behind him. His trained eye picked up the glint of a sniper's rifle from the roof. Barrett M82 most likely. A bit old, but probably well kept up and deadly at this distance.
"This isn't the Old West," he called out. "Dead or alive isn't an option."
"I can shoot to wound," was the response. The speaker didn't seem surprised he'd been spotted by his prey.
Eliot shifted quickly, making sudden movements, knowing that the sniper would be unable to adjust his aim quickly. "In this wind? Especially if you have full metal jacketed bullets in there. You'll need a chest shot to take me down. And, likely as not, it'll be a kill shot."
"Reckon I ain't one to murder for a bounty." The glint off the rifle scope changed, as the gun was lifted up. "Next time," the bounty hunter called out.
"Maybe," Eliot replied. "Maybe not."
Title: Knowing
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Southland, no pairing, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Ben's a cop. Period. End of story.
Author's Note: Written for [info]writercon100
Ben looked over, eying Cooper as he drove. The man went from hot to cold and back again in the blink of an eye. As his training officer it made sense, to some extent; it was Cooper's job not to give him any slack, to make sure he could do the job and not get himself killed. Or anyone else killed. He'd been relentless with the Beverly Hills jokes and the questions, jibes and prods. But it didn't matter. Ben was a cop. It's who he had wanted to be and he was going to be damn good at it.