Let me start by saying I'm terribly sorry for the delay in posts. I didn't give up on this one, because it's very entertaining to write. With the holidays and some family problems, I literally had no time. Here is a VERY short… thing as an "I'm sorry". Also, December 26 I plan to post again. Spoiler: they talk about Twilight. Hopefully that will keep you all interested. Merry Christmas

Inspired by my breakfast.

T – 887 minutes

Eight hours later, Parker woke up to the smell of delicious pancakes and the sound of sizzling bacon. Three minutes later from that, Hardison woke up to someone stepping on his face. Sophie was still sound asleep, even with Hardison shouting out in pain.

"Dude, shut up!" scolded Eliot. "Nate and Sophie are still sleeping."

"Good morning to you, too," Hardison mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Parker was surprisingly awake for sleeping awkwardly with her feet on the couch and the rest of her body on the floor. She was sitting on the counter, waiting for her chance to attack. Attack meaning steal the food.

"Don't take it," Eliot said, reading her mind. "The oven's hot."

"Psh, I know that," Parker said. He stared her down and she eventually slid off the counter, going immediately to the cabinet. "Mm barbeque chips."

"Parker! I'm making breakfast," Eliot reminded. "Is this what you usually eat in the morning?"

She nodded. Eliot sighed. "You two really need to learn how to cook," Eliot said. "Orange soda, cold pizza, cereal, and barbeque chips do not count as meals."

"Hey man, not cool," said Hardison, caught holding a slice of cold pepperoni pizza. "This right here is the breakfast of champions. Or ex-champions."

"Shut up, Hardison," repeated Eliot. "Where the hell are Nate and Sophie? Breakfast is almost done."

"Eliot, we're right here," said Sophie. The three turned to look at Nate and Sophie sitting at the table, which they set with forks and knives. "We've been listening this whole time."

"I knew that," he lied. He cursed himself- how could he not notice them? He was definitely getting rusty.

"Sure you did," Nate reassured him.