Lost: A Sense of Proportion - White Collar strikes again! ( Unpredictable, Part 1) Whew, this took longer than I'd expected.
Neal refused to follow the script, and I was forced to take drastic measures to reassert my Author-ly Authority. *g* Anyhow - response to another of kriadydragon's prompts here at collarcorner. Unpredictable. WC: The Rules. Target Practice. Target Practice Neal stumbled into his room at June's, his fedora slightly more askew than usual.
He was dressed as usual to the nines, his suit one of those vintage ones that he borrowed from June. He closed the door with a less than elegant kick of his Italian leather loafer and weaved across the room to his bed. He slipped off both shoes with a clumsy kick of his feet, nearly falling on his butt but just catching himself with a quick spin and turn, tumbling back onto his bed. He lay there a moment, staring glassily up at the ceiling before he pushed himself up to a sitting position and began to pull off his jacket, shirt and then his pants, tossing them at the end of the bed in a messy pile.
Neal... He turned in his sleep, pulling the blanket over his head and ducking underneath as much as he could. Neal... wake up! He continued to curl up tighter, hiding under the blanket till someone pulled it aside and the dim light of the morning started to penetrate his closed eye lids. Hope after the storm. Title: Hope after the stormAuthor: Ashcat ( photoash)Rating: PGGenre and/or Pairing: Peter/Neal with Elizabeth mentionedSpoilers: NoneWord Count: 730Notes: HUGE thanks to afiawri for saving this fic from the bin and for her beta and friendship as always :) Written from a prompt by sub2one - I took some liberties with it.Summary: Peter is still reassuring himself weeks after Neal was shot that he is still alive and whole.
Peter gently lathered Neal's hair, making sure to scratch along his scalp as he worked the soap in. Neal had his eyes closed, so Peter didn't school his features out of the look of fierce concentration and concern. "Mmmm... keep doing that. " "Tilt your head a little more to the left.
" Hello, My Heart. Title: Hello, My HeartAuthor: elrhiarhodanFandom: White CollarRating: RCharacters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Diana Berrigan (Peter/Elizabeth/Neal) Spoilers: NoneWarnings/Triggers: NoneWord Count: ~ 2300Summary: Neal is takes one too many risks, but all is right in the end.
Written for usakeh, for the iTunes Song Number Meme. She gave me #1517, which is Bonjour Mon Couer (Hello, My Heart) by the Egidius Kwartet, from their album, Ronsard et les Néerlandais, and the composers of the Low Countries. Leave Your Fears Behind. Title: Leave Your Fears BehindAuthor: elrhiarhodanFandom: White CollarRating: RCharacters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey, Mozzie (Peter/Elizabeth/Neal)Spoilers: Slight spoilers for Burke’s Seven.Warnings/Triggers: NoneWord Count: ~ 1600Summary: Some good, old fashioned Hurt/Comfort.
Continues the story I wrote back in August, Hello, My Heart. Neal had taken a bullet in the chest during an undercover operation, and Peter’s by his side during his recovery (sound familiar?). It’s been three weeks since Stephen Corrig pointed that little mouse gun at him and fired. Three weeks of all the indignities that a modern hospital can inflict on a human being (the first and foremost being those hospital gowns that reveal everything to everybody).
Hands Open. Title: Hands OpenFandom: White CollarCharacter(s): Neal Caffrey, Peter BurkeGenre: Friendship, hurt/comfortPairing: GenSpoilers: To be safe, through 1x14 (Out of the Box)Disclaimer: White Collar doesn't belong to me, this is solely for fun.
No copyright infringement is intended.Word Count: 2,000Summary: Peter slips the Kevlar vest over Neal's head, tightening the straps and checking the fit. "It's a violation of your parole if you get yourself shot. So don't. " It's not as easy as willing it all to be rightGot to be more than hoping it's right'Hands Open' - Snow Patrol "This is not a debate," Peter says to him, and it is one part responsibility to two parts fear of the worst-case scenario. He slips the Kevlar vest over Neal's head, tightening the straps and checking the fit. Nimble fingers perform acrobatics with the fedora before Neal sets it gently on his head, popping the collar of his suit jacket and cocking his head to the side with one of his characteristic grins.
Coffee at June's. Allies, Part 1. At last, another White Collar story!
This one was written for alone_dreaming, for the collarcorner ficathon. Many thanks to swanpride, who helped me track down a plot bunny when they were being elusive. (Set somewhere loosely in late season 1/early season 2. Allies Peter fiddled with the radio dial, trying to find something worth listening to. Ivorysilk: White Collar Fic: Delicious Soup (Part 1 of 2) **********************************Title: Delicious SoupAuthor: IvorysilkRating: RSummary: Um, I was bored (read: avoiding working on any of the fic I ought to be working on/running errands/cleaning my place) this weekend and wanted schmoop, and so I wrote some.
Because it is schmoop, I decided on a Peter/Elizabeth/Neal established relationship for maximum fluff. Because it is schmoop, this is also set in the future, in the first year where Neal is out of the anklet and has chosen willingly to be with the FBI, but is also in a newish relationship with Peter and Elizabeth. (Read: newish relationship issues, but no consent issues or Kate issues—for the most part, Neal has accepted her death and the music box mystery has been dealt with. A Matter of Trust, a white collar fanfic. A Matter of Trust.
The Long Haul Back. “Hold still.”
“I am.” Peter bit down on words that wanted out—in an angry barrage of released stress—and said with restraint: “Hold stiller.” “'Stiller'?” Revisions. The Surface. A fill for kriadydragon's prompt at collarcorner on livejournal. Standard disclaimers apply. Also, I apologize for Neal whump, foul language, and poor grammar (specifically excessive comma usage and "'s" in place of "is"). I was sleepy. The Surface "It sure was a long flight. " "Damn it! " "Why? " Learning to Breathe Again. Random one shot. Angst... Hurt/comfort... A few tears... It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It wasn't ever supposed to happen. His partner. This isn't the way it was supposed to be. He's up on his feet, the chair clatters to the floor and El backs away.
All Clear. Title: All ClearRating: R for language Characters/Pairings: Neal, Peter; gen (pre-slash if you turn your head at the right angle though)Spoilers: NoneContent Notice: Angst and H/C and guilt, OH MY! Word Count: 1,600 Summary: They gave the all clear… A/N: So I was trolling my WIPs folder and here was this fic which, for some reason I JUST COULDN’T FINISH for the Twelve Days of Ficmas – don’t ask me why, because it took me about ten minutes today.
This is also a fill for a promptfest prompt on.