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s2309Title: All Today's Pain
Characters (Pairings): Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey (background Peter/El)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 X 3
Spoilers: Minor for Pilot (S01E01)
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin’s brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: Peter worries. Elizabeth watches. Neal muses.
Author’s Note: Set post-Pilot, while Peter and Elizabeth are on vacation.
Title from Feels Like The End by Shane Alexander.
For the prompt 'Silk' over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
whitecollar100.
This may or may not be continued as a four part series.
ETA - Has been continued. Link at the end.
ETA (2) - Just realized that the second story is in present tense. Switched tenses in this one too.
Neal would run someday. The siren’s call of the world beyond his two mile radius would become more appealing than a gray FBI office, and he’d disappear into the deadly night.
The thought caresses Peter’s mind like a needle wrapped in silk, in so much silk that he can feel his head drooping with the weight.
The razor sharp point of the needle makes itself known, pushing through the delicate fabric to make a tiny hole.
He skirts carefully around the hole. No matter how much he tries, he won’t be able to fix it.
It can only get bigger.
Elizabeth feels like a teenager, peering at the object of her fascination and her pain through the gaps in the ornate staircase railing.
Peter has his work face on.
They are vacationing in Belize.
This is unacceptable. Or it would have been, if not for a conman on a two mile radius with a particular knack for driving her husband insane.
Her silk nightgown slips a little lower down her shoulder as she leans against the cold wall.
All she wants is to go downstairs and hold on to him till he starts talking.
He isn’t ready yet.
She waits.
Neal watches the city ease out of the state of lethargy brought on by night.
His anklet blinks steadily from the tabletop. It should have been annoying. It is strangely reassuring.
He isn’t alone with his sordid mind.
He holds half of the picture of Kate in one hand, his consultant’s badge in the other. They are colourless in the night.
He can picture the gold of the badge winking in the morning light.
He hides the pale, hopeless picture in a blue silk serviette.
He isn’t running. Not today.
He has something to stick around for.
A second chance.
Part 2 - Tiptoe, Tiptoe, Around You Constantly
Characters (Pairings): Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey (background Peter/El)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 X 3
Spoilers: Minor for Pilot (S01E01)
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin’s brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: Peter worries. Elizabeth watches. Neal muses.
Author’s Note: Set post-Pilot, while Peter and Elizabeth are on vacation.
Title from Feels Like The End by Shane Alexander.
For the prompt 'Silk' over at
whitecollar100.This may or may not be continued as a four part series.
ETA - Has been continued. Link at the end.
ETA (2) - Just realized that the second story is in present tense. Switched tenses in this one too.
Neal would run someday. The siren’s call of the world beyond his two mile radius would become more appealing than a gray FBI office, and he’d disappear into the deadly night.
The thought caresses Peter’s mind like a needle wrapped in silk, in so much silk that he can feel his head drooping with the weight.
The razor sharp point of the needle makes itself known, pushing through the delicate fabric to make a tiny hole.
He skirts carefully around the hole. No matter how much he tries, he won’t be able to fix it.
It can only get bigger.
-:-
Elizabeth feels like a teenager, peering at the object of her fascination and her pain through the gaps in the ornate staircase railing.
Peter has his work face on.
They are vacationing in Belize.
This is unacceptable. Or it would have been, if not for a conman on a two mile radius with a particular knack for driving her husband insane.
Her silk nightgown slips a little lower down her shoulder as she leans against the cold wall.
All she wants is to go downstairs and hold on to him till he starts talking.
He isn’t ready yet.
She waits.
-:-
Neal watches the city ease out of the state of lethargy brought on by night.
His anklet blinks steadily from the tabletop. It should have been annoying. It is strangely reassuring.
He isn’t alone with his sordid mind.
He holds half of the picture of Kate in one hand, his consultant’s badge in the other. They are colourless in the night.
He can picture the gold of the badge winking in the morning light.
He hides the pale, hopeless picture in a blue silk serviette.
He isn’t running. Not today.
He has something to stick around for.
A second chance.
Part 2 - Tiptoe, Tiptoe, Around You Constantly
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Date: 2013-08-11 10:55 am (UTC)YAY!!!!
Now if only Peter would believe that Neal doesn't want to run :).
Thank you for sharing.
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Date: 2013-08-12 12:46 pm (UTC)You're very welcome! So happy you liked it :D
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Date: 2013-08-11 11:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-12 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-11 01:57 pm (UTC)Aren't we glad Neal made the choice to say?
(And you need to continue this, most definitely).
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Date: 2013-08-12 12:56 pm (UTC)It depends on what I think of for next week's prompt. If it's something in a completely different vein, then I'm afraid this'll have to stand alone :(
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Date: 2013-08-16 04:22 pm (UTC)And plot bunny! I finally have an idea for the new prompt :D Thanks again!
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Date: 2013-08-18 05:20 am (UTC)