prompt table { 2016 } 100 situations

[iluvroadrunner6]

Because I intend to finish this table one way or the other - please feel free to claim prompts from the list below. Anything with a link or a strikethrough is off limits, but otherwise, comment below and I will mark your prompts as claimed!

001.	Tired	002.	Back Alley	003.	Sunrise	004.	Late	005.	Son
006.	Hot	007.	Friend	008.	Floor	009.	Cheat	010.	Think
011.	Disgust	012.	Shelter	013.	Borrow	014.	Chair	015.	Alter
016.	Peace	017.	Beach	018.	True	019.	Crazy	020.	Love
021.	New	022.	Beggar	023.	False	024.	Happy	025.	Cancer
026.	Pickpocket	027.	Reverse	028.	Deliver	029.	Arrival	030.	Fall
031.	Knife	032.	Torn	033.	Danger	034.	Neutral	035.	Mate
036.	Fly	037.	Loud	038.	Touch	039.	Seek	040.	Argue
041.	Work	042.	Sink	043.	Nut	044.	Stuck	045.	Animal
046.	Pray	047.	Kill	048.	Light	049.	Cold	050.	Affair
051.	Restaurant	052.	Movie	053.	Wait	054.	Patient	055.	Crime
056.	Choke	057.	Fever	058.	Summer	059.	Eat	060.	Thirst
061.	Chance	062.	Appear	063.	Whisper	064.	Day	065.	Scream
066.	Fail	067.	Confused	068.	Smile	069.	Come	070.	Alone
071.	Fast	072.	Slow	073.	Return	074.	Fire	075.	Positive
076.	Baby	077.	Upset	078.	Kitchen	079.	Winter	080.	Ignorant
081.	Fool	082.	Afraid	083.	Prison	084.	Sex	085.	Hate
086.	Alarm	087.	Genius	088.	Negative	089.	Flood	090.	Bomb
091.	Hospital	092.	Trap	093.	Celebrate	094.	Old	095.	Disappear
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Prompts Written: 100/100
Total Word Count: 124,261 words

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still we found a reason to carry on ~ leverage/timeless ~ 3,019 ~ part 2

[liberatedcroatia]

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Getting back is more complicated than getting there since only three people can fit in the cockpit at a time. Rufus and Wyatt wind up going back first, as he needs medical attention, and Lucy waits with Eliot in 1919. He isn’t sure when the mood in the room changed, but it’s different – she still talks at him somewhat, but it’s more pleasant, an endless ramble about all the things the world is on the cusp of, based on where they’re standing right at that moment. It makes him smile, convinced that she’s not paying attention. He’s always been a sucker for a passionate woman, even if the topic is not something that happens to be a personal passion.

But when they return to the present, they go their separate ways, and Eliot knows he’s never going to see her after this. At least, he’s convinced of that until she makes her way back into the Brewery again, spotting him behind the bar and making her way closer with a smile.

“I didn’t know you worked here,” she comments as she slides up on the barstool. “I guess I just assumed it was a favorite haunt.”

“It is,” Eliot smirks. “But I tend to have my hands in a lot of pies anyway. A friend of mine owns it, and he let me have control of the menu.” He pauses long enough to take stock of the bar in front of him. “Can I get you anything?”

She shakes her head. “I won’t keep you. I just wanted to let you know that Wyatt’s doing a lot better. He’ll still have some recovery to do, but he’ll be okay.”

Eliot can’t say he needed that kind of reassurance, but he certainly won’t complain about her being there. “Good to know. But you could have called.”

“That’s true. I could have.” She plays with the hem of her shirt before straightening again. “I guess I also wanted to say thank you. I know I was hard on you in the beginning, but … it means a lot to me that you helped.”

“You don’t have to thank me for doing my job. But you’re welcome. I was happy to do it.”

“Okay.” She nods. “Well, that was all I wanted to say.” She still doesn’t leave her stool, however, which makes him wonder if there is something more she wanted to say. Instead of waiting her out forever, he decides to give her the opening.

“You sure you don’t want to stick around? The food around here’s pretty good.”

She raises an eyebrow curiously. “I would hope so. You don’t seem the type to have only a lackluster menu.”

“I could recommend a few things. Or I could surprise you – head back and fix you something myself.”

A curious expression crosses her face before she nods. “Okay. I trust you.”

He grins, before turning to head back to the kitchen. “If you want to go pick a booth, I’ll join you.”

She smiles softly. “Okay. I’d like that.”

Eventually, he reemerges with two plates and a bottle of wine to go with it, and he slides into the booth across from her to enjoy a meal with someone who’s not a member of the team for the first time in a while. He has a feeling that no matter the topic, Lucy certainly won’t make this boring.