Today I rolled up a 100, which got me thinking about how I need to try to stay under the word counts with a full story too. For now, it’s still just fun to get a scene out of my head with the prompt.

As I was writing the prompt down, it was so easy to see Prue and Jack arguing in the early Charmed Season 2 days!

A couple of things of notes with these (a disclaimer for every post):

• I do roll up a word count aspiration, but I am trying not to view myself as a failure if I don’t hit it for some reason.
• These are all one-shots. They’re to get me in the writing headspace, as well as play with some characters I love.
• I do post these on my blog, as well as on AO3, as well as on my Tumblr. So, the off chance you see it somewhere else, that’s why.

A hustler wants to ignore many occult warnings and unearth a famous skeleton, but they’ll have to turn themselves in.

Here’s the rolled up sheet:

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“Prue, there’s not a lot of options here,” Jack said, rubbing his temples. “We are expected to bring in over $100K of merchandise to auction, by Friday morning, which is in,” he checked his watch, “thirty-four hours.”

She sighed, looking up from her desk. While she was panicking inside, she wasn’t going to give Jack the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. “This isn’t the first time Buckland has required a hefty turnaround in such a short period of time.”

“Yes. Do you want to share how you were able to secure a quarter of a million dollars the last time this demand came up?” Prue gave a snarky smile in response, but didn’t reply. Jack sighed. “So knowing that, there’s a high chance that my lead is all we’ve got.”

“Your lead is… is half baked at best.” She put her hands on her desk, pushing up to standing. “You want to break into an unidentified grave in hopes that it’s this, this lost pirate, am I right?”

“It isn’t hope, it’s a fact.” He pulled out the book he had under his arm, opening to the bookmarked page. “Look at these symbols. They’re all over that cage.” He knew Prue had an affinity for the supernatural, so he gave himself a mental high five as she turned the book towards her, flipping through a few of the pages. She furrowed her brow as she read a page.

“Jack, grave robbing is illegal. What part of that aren’t you getting?”