Parker does a lot more for Eliot than he knows about or cares to admit: one night, for the first time, she refuses to let him suffer alone. - Just a cute little fluff story with a mandatory touch of angst. Just a oneshot, no smut

The weapons that the world's greatest hitter hates most, and the reason he faces them anyway.

Old habits die hard, and Eliot trusts his gut above the confidence of thieves, no matter how good they are.

Eliot's been missing for a month. When the team finds him, they realize it'll take more than a few playful pokes and light-hearted jokes to get him through his ordeal. They finally learn what he's willing to do for them. - Intense Eliot whump, very angsty.

A very short drabble about the team's chemistry. Cute.

The thought process of a hitter that's taken one too many hits for his team. - Yes, the symbols and numbers are intentional. I think they add an aura of menace, don't you?

Just a cute little oneshot about Eliot and Hardison being sweet in a coffee shop. I let myself have a little fun with this one so beware all ye with low tolerance for cuteness, there is a kiss between the two, so this qualifies as slash. It's just a minute-long read to brighten your day. Enjoy, dears!