100 in 100!

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Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to crank out 100 words or 1 graphic inspired by the word:
Grudge

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Word on the street gleaned from scavs and ruffs he had worked with before were of medical raids in LaGuardia and that a new laedan had been appointed. It was unlikely that Lowell could have reached LaGuardia so quickly, particularly since what remained of his army had been taken over by his son. He would have had to make the journey alone. If he had been on the battlefield, there was no indication that he had survived the fight. Or perhaps he had joined forces with Jia and, during the return trip, had reached an accord that elevated the girl in her father’s stead.
It was not word Kato would want to hear. If she was now alpha and Laedan, it was unlikely she would have time for the complications of a Cana-Fela relationship. It was as he had said, unfair as it seemed, it was better if his son let her go. To remind Kato of that fact, to give him this news, would mean being accused of interference…but the grudge against his father was justified.
Uzzi had not been present in Kato’s life long enough to have earned the right to advise him.
Or maybe the remaining Channon son had been elevated, father and son ruling together.
He would need to travel to LaGuardia’s Fortress, or else hire some one to go and bring him word. Uzzi did not intend to be here long enough for that word to get back to him and did not have time to seek the truth now. He did not have enough credits on hand to do that. Quentin was dead. He was never getting paid. Whomever was laedan did not matter to him. He had his own life to live.
He read down the signboard menu on the post next to the street vendor’s cart, looking for something he could take back to the healers left in the safehouse Aman had taken them to. There had been food stocked in the pantry there, but no wood for a cook fire and he would not be the only one who was hungry by now. He used the few credits Aman had provided and bought as much warm food as he could carry, as much as he had the credits for, and headed back. Aman should return soon as well, as would the three ruffs. He was curious to know what they had learned…and if Aman had a solid idea to gain them access to Laedan Hallister…though Uzzi had no idea why the man was reluctant to return to his employer.

Grudge - Game of Thrones - Arya Stark & Sandor Clegane - 104 words

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Few people could hold a grudge like Arya Stark. She had yet to see sixteen summers, but she had a complete list of names which she recited before she went to sleep each night. Sandor's name was part of that litany, but he didn't feel the need to sleep with one eye open at this moment in time. The girl was still grieving the loss of her mother and brother and relied on him to get her to safety.

Sandor didn't worry about her losing herself to grief. Looking forward to getting revenge on her enemies was enough motivation for her to carry on.

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Danny paced the beach, hands flailing, a grumble on his lips. “I’m just saying, you hold a grudge like it’s a competitive sport!”

Steve followed, calm as ever. “I don’t hold grudges, Danny.”

“Oh, really?” Danny spun to face him. “Tell that to Wo Fat’s henchman from three years ago. What did you do when you saw him?”

Steve smirked. “Arrested him.”

“And then?”

Steve shrugged. “Maybe I broke his nose.”

“Exactly!” Danny threw his hands up. “Grudge. Champion level.”

Steve leaned closer, grin widening. “It wasn’t a grudge, Danny. It was justice.”

Danny huffed, but smiled. "Sure, McGarrett. Sure."

Chicago med, Dean x Hannah

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"You need to stop being so mean to Mitch."

Dean slowly closed the chart he was reading, laying it down on the nurses' station. Without blinking, he turned his head in Hannah's direction, lifted an eyebrow. "I'm sorry," he said, his mild tone indicating that he was anything but. "I'm equally mean to everyone; it's part of my gruff charm."

She was, he thought, the only one he'd ever talk to like that. When her lips twitched and she looked down, he knew the quip had landed as intended. She covered it up hastily, looked back up with narrowed eyes. "I mean it, Dean." Her voice was a low hiss, as if that would stop anyone overhearing them. How long had she been working here again? "You have got to let go of this grudge."

There was several comments Dean could make to that. He went, surprisingly, for the least inflammatory. "He broke your heart," he reminded her.

Considering where they were standing, Hannah stepping closer to him was unusual. So too was the tilt of her head, the widening of her eyes. And definitely the way she ran her index finger down his arm. "And you mended it," she said simply and, like the Grinch he was, Dean felt his heart grow three sizes. "So maybe you don't fight battles you've already won?"

She moved away as she finished the suggestion and Dean watched her go. "I'll take it under advisement," he murmured, more to himself than anyone, but when she turned back and grinned at him, he knew he'd do more than that.