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s2309Title: the heart is hard to translate
Characters (Pairings): Rachel Turner, Sara Ellis, Neal Caffrey, Diana Berrigan (Rachel/Neal, Sara/Neal, Diana/Christie)
Rating: PG-13
Total Word Count: 538
Spoilers: Till Season 5
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin's brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: A peek into the hearts of a few characters.
Author's Note: This is a challenge that involved putting your music library on shuffle and writing drabbles for the respective lengths of the first five songs. For Challenge 29 - Do The Shuffle - at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerverse. Title from All This And Heaven Too by Florence + The Machine
Belly Up - Maria Mena
Rachel/Neal, 96 words.
There is a distance between them. It’s unfathomable.
They were lock and key, perfectly molded to fit. How, then, when they fit together perfectly, can they stab each other with nail files just by existing?
Rachel doesn’t know. She can’t comprehend it. She molded herself to fit.
This is some kind of treachery.
It can’t be her. She knows she did everything right.
It’s him. He knows.
“Run away with me,” he says, but his gut is twisting and turning and tearing him up.
And she sees. She was always a brilliant observer.
It’s too late.
Goodnight New York - Vienna Teng
Sara/Neal, 119 words.
She’s leaving so much behind. A city she loves, a city she knows, a city in which her job is just as exciting as she ever wanted.
Neal.
It truly feels like she’s leaving part of herself behind with him. With the city. Oh, either, both, she doesn’t know anymore.
But she’s leaving the city incomplete. She’s leaving with a chunk missing, as if existing in that city is key to being whole.
She wants the job in London. She knows that. But at what cost?
If the new job was in New York, there would never have been any such dilemma. She would have had everything.
She can’t have everything. So she picks her dream.
Was she wrong?
The List - METRIC
Neal/Rachel, 103 words.
Loving Rachel is a hedonist’s nightmare. The little pleasure he gleans from existing in the same space as her is so far outweighed by the nightmarish bulk of her list of sins that he might collapse under it.
But he does it anyway. He doesn’t know how to stop. He’s always given his whole self whenever he fell in love, and he doesn’t know how to take it back, how to sift shreds of his heart from the thick oozing mess of Rachel’s broken conscience.
Maybe he needs to stay close. Maybe it’ll be magnetized to him.
Maybe he’ll be crushed.
Who knows?
Nothing But The Water (Pt 2) - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals.
Diana/Christie, 114 words.
Christie’s eventual departure leaves her in the middle of a maze with no way out. It’s made no easier by the fact that she wanted her to leave.
There’s a tangle of walls all around her, all the same dull grey, and she wanders the paths, but all that does is cause her to lose sight of that little clearing in which she found herself at first.
“I don’t get lost. I go exploring,” she says out loud to herself, but it’s not very convincing.
Maybe looking for a way out isn’t the answer. Maybe she has to make one.
She hefts a sledgehammer into her arms and begins to smash her way out.
Phir Na Kehna (Crazy in Zanzibar mix) - Sunidhi Chauhan and Kumar Sanu
Sara/Neal, 106 words.
All the stars they could ever want litter the sky like cheap glitter.
They’re lying together in the damp grass, staring up at the spectacle that seems to have arranged itself for them, hands clasped loosely.
They’ve rarely had moments like these, with no agenda, just a desire for togetherness.
“It’s beautiful,” Neal murmurs, as though raising his voice might shatter the illusion.
Sara hums her agreement peacefully.
A shooting star chooses that moment to streak across the sky. If it followed that trajectory to the ground, it could have landed at their feet.
Neal wishes for answers about Emily. Sara wishes for James Bennett’s arrest.
Characters (Pairings): Rachel Turner, Sara Ellis, Neal Caffrey, Diana Berrigan (Rachel/Neal, Sara/Neal, Diana/Christie)
Rating: PG-13
Total Word Count: 538
Spoilers: Till Season 5
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin's brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: A peek into the hearts of a few characters.
Author's Note: This is a challenge that involved putting your music library on shuffle and writing drabbles for the respective lengths of the first five songs. For Challenge 29 - Do The Shuffle - at
writerverse. Title from All This And Heaven Too by Florence + The MachineBelly Up - Maria Mena
Rachel/Neal, 96 words.
There is a distance between them. It’s unfathomable.
They were lock and key, perfectly molded to fit. How, then, when they fit together perfectly, can they stab each other with nail files just by existing?
Rachel doesn’t know. She can’t comprehend it. She molded herself to fit.
This is some kind of treachery.
It can’t be her. She knows she did everything right.
It’s him. He knows.
“Run away with me,” he says, but his gut is twisting and turning and tearing him up.
And she sees. She was always a brilliant observer.
It’s too late.
Goodnight New York - Vienna Teng
Sara/Neal, 119 words.
She’s leaving so much behind. A city she loves, a city she knows, a city in which her job is just as exciting as she ever wanted.
Neal.
It truly feels like she’s leaving part of herself behind with him. With the city. Oh, either, both, she doesn’t know anymore.
But she’s leaving the city incomplete. She’s leaving with a chunk missing, as if existing in that city is key to being whole.
She wants the job in London. She knows that. But at what cost?
If the new job was in New York, there would never have been any such dilemma. She would have had everything.
She can’t have everything. So she picks her dream.
Was she wrong?
The List - METRIC
Neal/Rachel, 103 words.
Loving Rachel is a hedonist’s nightmare. The little pleasure he gleans from existing in the same space as her is so far outweighed by the nightmarish bulk of her list of sins that he might collapse under it.
But he does it anyway. He doesn’t know how to stop. He’s always given his whole self whenever he fell in love, and he doesn’t know how to take it back, how to sift shreds of his heart from the thick oozing mess of Rachel’s broken conscience.
Maybe he needs to stay close. Maybe it’ll be magnetized to him.
Maybe he’ll be crushed.
Who knows?
Nothing But The Water (Pt 2) - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals.
Diana/Christie, 114 words.
Christie’s eventual departure leaves her in the middle of a maze with no way out. It’s made no easier by the fact that she wanted her to leave.
There’s a tangle of walls all around her, all the same dull grey, and she wanders the paths, but all that does is cause her to lose sight of that little clearing in which she found herself at first.
“I don’t get lost. I go exploring,” she says out loud to herself, but it’s not very convincing.
Maybe looking for a way out isn’t the answer. Maybe she has to make one.
She hefts a sledgehammer into her arms and begins to smash her way out.
Phir Na Kehna (Crazy in Zanzibar mix) - Sunidhi Chauhan and Kumar Sanu
Sara/Neal, 106 words.
All the stars they could ever want litter the sky like cheap glitter.
They’re lying together in the damp grass, staring up at the spectacle that seems to have arranged itself for them, hands clasped loosely.
They’ve rarely had moments like these, with no agenda, just a desire for togetherness.
“It’s beautiful,” Neal murmurs, as though raising his voice might shatter the illusion.
Sara hums her agreement peacefully.
A shooting star chooses that moment to streak across the sky. If it followed that trajectory to the ground, it could have landed at their feet.
Neal wishes for answers about Emily. Sara wishes for James Bennett’s arrest.
Tags:
- character: diana berrigan,
- character: neal caffrey,
- character: rachel turner,
- character: sara ellis,
- fandom: white collar,
- for: writerverse,
- pairing: diana/christie,
- pairing: neal/rachel,
- pairing: neal/sara,
- rating: pg-13,
- type: angst,
- type: apparently i am capable of romance,
- what took so goddamned long?
