High
Title: High
Author:kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Parker
Summary: Parker gets trapped in a room and meets a rabbit
Word Count: 785
Warnings/Rating: G
Notes: Written for beth_soprano 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “Leverage, Parker, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland”
Parker had pocketed half the glass bottles before she realized there was no way to get out of the room. At first, she was elated. A real challenge! Then, her elation melted away into frustration. There was a tiny door near the ground just big enough to shove an orange through. She frowned. Weird.
“Hardison?” she asked but the comm only gave her back static.
Very weird.
“I'm Late! I'm Late!”
She turned around in time to see a small white rabbit wearing a waistcoat running furiously towards the tiny door.
“Mr. Rabbit?”
The rabbit hopped up and down when she put her foot in front of the door. “I'm Late! I don't have time for this!”
“I would like to leave,” she said cheerfully. “Can you tell me how to do that?”
He squinted at her from behind a pair of gold rimmed spectacles. “Why, Mary Ann, what are you doing here? You should leave or you'll be late, too! Let me pass. I'm Late!”
With a grace only Parker could muster while talking to a rabbit, she reached over and plucked him up by his hind legs. His coat fell over his face.
“Mary Ann, this is ridiculous! Put me down this instant!”
“Nope.”
She examined him closely and found a key dangling around his neck. She snatched it and put him up on a shelf just above her head. He brushed himself off and looked over the edge cautiously. His ears drooped and desperately, he tried to catch her eyes with his big brown ones.
Looking as appealing as he could muster, he implored, “Mary Ann, I don't like heights. Please help me down?”
But Parker was fascinated by the brass key she had lifted off him. It was an old fashioned skeleton key. Very valuable and engraved with a family crest and a small diamond.
“Circa 1560,” she mumbled. “Old family, old wealth.”
She turned to the rabbit more upset now that he had this beautiful heirloom on him than she was that he was a talking rabbit.
“How did you get this?”
His ears drooped, “Will you let me down if I tell you?”
“I certainly won't let you down if you don't.”
He frowned at her, clearly not very happy with his options. “The queen's announcer always has The Key.”
“For what?”
“What do you mean for what? It's The Key!”
“So why do you get the key?”
“No!” he shrieked. “The Key! There was no inflection indicating a capital letter.”
“A what?”
“It is not any key, Mary Ann! It is The key!”
Parker shrugged. “Great. So how do I get out with The Key?”
He folded his little furry paws and jerked his chin in the direction of a plate on the table. There was a tumbler of purple liquid labeled DRINK ME! and a plate with a piece of cake on top of a napkin. On the plate, there was a place card reading EAT ME!
“What do those do?”
His bottom jaw worked back and forth. It felt like he was giving away big secrets by answering her questions.
“The beverage makes you small enough to fit through the door, and the cake makes you really big.”
Nodding, Parker wrapped and pocketed the tea cake, then took a swig off the glass. She gasped when the room went shooting up and the glasses she had pocketed spilled out of her pockets and clattered all over the floor. She frowned slightly realizing that she was about the height of Hardison's new iPhone, far too small to carry any of the glasses. On the bright side, though, she could now fit through the door.
She fitted the key into the lock and clapped when it opened. There was a forest in the distance and a pathway lined with flowers leading to it. When she didn't speak, the rabbit realized that she was going to leave him all alone. He folded his ears down over his eyes, trying to peak over the edge without getting too close.
It was very very very far down to the ground, and she was leaving him!
The rabbit called after her. “Mary Ann! Please let me down, Mary Ann!”
“My name is Parker!” she snapped and slammed the door behind her.
His spectacles slipped off his nose and fell to the ground. A single lens popped out and spun around a few times before tipping over and breaking in half. The white rabbit sighed heavily and frowned. He was going to be Late indeed.
Author:kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Parker
Summary: Parker gets trapped in a room and meets a rabbit
Word Count: 785
Warnings/Rating: G
Notes: Written for beth_soprano 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “Leverage, Parker, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland”
Parker had pocketed half the glass bottles before she realized there was no way to get out of the room. At first, she was elated. A real challenge! Then, her elation melted away into frustration. There was a tiny door near the ground just big enough to shove an orange through. She frowned. Weird.
“Hardison?” she asked but the comm only gave her back static.
Very weird.
“I'm Late! I'm Late!”
She turned around in time to see a small white rabbit wearing a waistcoat running furiously towards the tiny door.
“Mr. Rabbit?”
The rabbit hopped up and down when she put her foot in front of the door. “I'm Late! I don't have time for this!”
“I would like to leave,” she said cheerfully. “Can you tell me how to do that?”
He squinted at her from behind a pair of gold rimmed spectacles. “Why, Mary Ann, what are you doing here? You should leave or you'll be late, too! Let me pass. I'm Late!”
With a grace only Parker could muster while talking to a rabbit, she reached over and plucked him up by his hind legs. His coat fell over his face.
“Mary Ann, this is ridiculous! Put me down this instant!”
“Nope.”
She examined him closely and found a key dangling around his neck. She snatched it and put him up on a shelf just above her head. He brushed himself off and looked over the edge cautiously. His ears drooped and desperately, he tried to catch her eyes with his big brown ones.
Looking as appealing as he could muster, he implored, “Mary Ann, I don't like heights. Please help me down?”
But Parker was fascinated by the brass key she had lifted off him. It was an old fashioned skeleton key. Very valuable and engraved with a family crest and a small diamond.
“Circa 1560,” she mumbled. “Old family, old wealth.”
She turned to the rabbit more upset now that he had this beautiful heirloom on him than she was that he was a talking rabbit.
“How did you get this?”
His ears drooped, “Will you let me down if I tell you?”
“I certainly won't let you down if you don't.”
He frowned at her, clearly not very happy with his options. “The queen's announcer always has The Key.”
“For what?”
“What do you mean for what? It's The Key!”
“So why do you get the key?”
“No!” he shrieked. “The Key! There was no inflection indicating a capital letter.”
“A what?”
“It is not any key, Mary Ann! It is The key!”
Parker shrugged. “Great. So how do I get out with The Key?”
He folded his little furry paws and jerked his chin in the direction of a plate on the table. There was a tumbler of purple liquid labeled DRINK ME! and a plate with a piece of cake on top of a napkin. On the plate, there was a place card reading EAT ME!
“What do those do?”
His bottom jaw worked back and forth. It felt like he was giving away big secrets by answering her questions.
“The beverage makes you small enough to fit through the door, and the cake makes you really big.”
Nodding, Parker wrapped and pocketed the tea cake, then took a swig off the glass. She gasped when the room went shooting up and the glasses she had pocketed spilled out of her pockets and clattered all over the floor. She frowned slightly realizing that she was about the height of Hardison's new iPhone, far too small to carry any of the glasses. On the bright side, though, she could now fit through the door.
She fitted the key into the lock and clapped when it opened. There was a forest in the distance and a pathway lined with flowers leading to it. When she didn't speak, the rabbit realized that she was going to leave him all alone. He folded his ears down over his eyes, trying to peak over the edge without getting too close.
It was very very very far down to the ground, and she was leaving him!
The rabbit called after her. “Mary Ann! Please let me down, Mary Ann!”
“My name is Parker!” she snapped and slammed the door behind her.
His spectacles slipped off his nose and fell to the ground. A single lens popped out and spun around a few times before tipping over and breaking in half. The white rabbit sighed heavily and frowned. He was going to be Late indeed.