"Let me get this straight," Eliot said. "You called me about a fake fire to get me to come over for cookies. Which then became a real fire and ruined the cookies. Now you want me to make you cookies so you can give the cookies to me. That sum it up?" (Eliot/Hardison/Parker)

It wasn't a job gone wrong. But it wasn't exactly a job gone right, either. (prompt fic: tending injuries). Quinn/Chaos.

After so long without the rush of a purposeful kill, that warehouse reminded Eliot of an addiction he thought he'd recovered from. Set during The Big Bang Job.

Two hunters, one hitter, and a highway gas station in the middle of nowhere. (Or, that time when Sam and Dean saw Eliot take down a bunch of guys carrying guns and drew the completely wrong conclusion.) Written for comment fic for the prompt: "For the last time, I'm not a demon." Genfic.

Eliot has one ground rule: no weapons in the bedroom. Quinn's not completely sold on this, but he's willing to be convinced. Eliot/Quinn.

Hardison dragged along every computer known to man and Parker's in a turf war with the local wildlife. This isn't what Eliot meant when he said they should do some wilderness survival training. Eliot/Parker/Hardison.

They were a mile and a half from the auxiliary maintenance station at Bellington Dam, and Quinn was itching to hit something.

One moment he'd been taking notes and bemoaning the state of modern literature and the next, well, let's just say that discovering *himself* in the Supernatural novels was a more than welcome reprieve. Set during 8x22.

The drinking game is on and Prussia's determined not to lose. Even if it means telling one particular story. (Or: What happens in the 1800s should stay in the 1800s). No pairing, but contains allusions to using a pickelhaube in ways pickelhaubes were not meant to be used.

The background image on Germany's laptop has been changed. Germancest.