Last chapter - Men called horse - Sundance Stables
This story is rated explicit, for warnings, please check out chapter 1.
Here is the last chapter, which can also be found on AO3.
Note: Now that June arrived, RL is very busy with the summer holiday approaching at high speed. Since I need to study for exams, I decided to end the story.
I wrote this ending, but I promise to write a timestamp, prequel or sequel or whatever to explain what happened to Neal and Peter, but not in this story.
“Peter?”
When Neal doesn´t get an answer, he turns down the stove and checks the living room, but Peter isn´t there. He walks out towards the stables and he smiles when he sees Peter sitting at the work bench. He is making something and Neal walks up to him.
“Dinner is ready.”
Peter looks up and smiles.
“Yeah, coming.”
Neal stays where he is and keeps watching Peter work, now that he stands closer he can see Peter is making a hackamore.
“Is that for Louis?”
“Yeah, I took his size, they keep him in a wrong size bridle. I explained his owner that he would perform better with the hackamore.”
Neal nods, yeah, Louis probably would and his owners were responsible enough to come ask for advice when they noticed Louis wasn´t performing like he should.
“Can you help me with the leather? When I make it, it will be functional, when you do it, it is almost art. Louis deserves a nice looking hackamore.”
“Sure, I will do it after dinner. Ready?”
“Yeah, let´s go.”
Peter gets up, Boris at his side, washes his hands and walks with Neal towards the farmhouse. They built up quite the reputation in the scene. Neal´s craftsmanship is almost legendary. His skills make the most basic leatherwear, pieces of art. He is very good in making tack, but Neal is the artist.
Peter studies the farmhouse when they approach it.
After it turned out that Neal didn´t cope in New York, the decision was easily made. Peter sold the town house and together with some funding from Neal, they bought this farm. The grounds around it, made it comfortably private. Peter thought it was important for Neal to have some peace and quiet.
Their families and friends understood that whatever happened to them must have been traumatizing and they had whished them all good luck in their new endeavors. Mozzie visited regularly, so did June and Elizabeth, even after all their years divorced, they were still good friends. The White collar unit bi-annual BBQ was always a success.
When they just moved here, Neal needed to work of the stress, and John and Peggy helped them where they could. John even gave Peter some pointers on how to handle Neal when he is in one of his moods.
Over time, Peter had less and less need to be in tack, but for Neal it is still a necessity sometimes to get rid of all the tension and to clear his head.
Peter is now able to take care of Neal and to see his needs before they escalate to a point where they become all consuming and limit Neal in his daily life.
One day, Neal was spending time with John and Peggy. John had been asked by Ann to take care of new rescue case and John had asked if Neal wanted to come. He had reservations about joining him, but John had explained he could leave whenever he wanted. So he had joined him. The moment the rescue had been unloaded, John had been working with the horse and Neal could see the gentleness he too had experienced. The rescue case had been a neglect case and nothing like his own, but still John was fantastic and that was the moment Neal had decided he wanted to help these horses nobody cared about.
Peter had objected in the beginning, telling Neal that they were still too unstable themselves to provide stability to rescue cases, but Neal had been persistent as only he could be and Peter eventually caved in. So their first rescue had been a fact only a couple of months after they moved into the farm.
Ashley was a fragile looking filly that had been abused by her owner and PEETA had taken her away. Ann had told the officers that she would find a good temporary home at Sundance Stables. The call had come in early in the morning and they had barely time to prepare their stable. Luckily she healed quickly and wasn´t too traumatized. She had a lovely disposition and so it wasn´t difficult to find her a nice new owner. But ever since that first rescue, they had a regular influx of rescue cases. Peter and Neal even adapted their stables to it. Within the first year, they added a vet room so Peggy could work in a more professional setting when wounds needed to be taken care off.
Peter walks in to find Neal in the kitchen feeding Mistopheles and Boris, the two pets they got out of the local shelter. Peter had laughed when Neal dragged him over to the shelter, their whole lives seemed to circle around rescue cases.
Mistopheles was a shabby looking tabby cat, who was found severely neglected. He was weary and easily spooked, but in some strange way he had bonded with another guest of the shelter, an old blood hound who had been left aside the road.
When Neal had gotten word about the two pets who would be destroyed because the shelter was filled to capacity and these two were not likely to be adopted, he immediately called them to come and pick them up. The two pets always immediately seemed to feel at home and they always cheer Neal up. Mistopheles would only lay in Neal´s lap while Boris always enjoyed a slow walk with Peter. The hound was old and slow but well mannered. He never barked when there were horses around. So Peter took him almost everywhere he went.
Peter had to admit, they were happy and he wouldn´t want it any other way. Their relationship had evolved and while they were happy with their ‘no ties’ relationship in the past, now they were inseparable. They had survived their ordeal together and there was nobody they trusted more than each other.
So no, Peter wouldn´t change a thing. They are home.
Here is the last chapter, which can also be found on AO3.
Note: Now that June arrived, RL is very busy with the summer holiday approaching at high speed. Since I need to study for exams, I decided to end the story.
I wrote this ending, but I promise to write a timestamp, prequel or sequel or whatever to explain what happened to Neal and Peter, but not in this story.
“Peter?”
When Neal doesn´t get an answer, he turns down the stove and checks the living room, but Peter isn´t there. He walks out towards the stables and he smiles when he sees Peter sitting at the work bench. He is making something and Neal walks up to him.
“Dinner is ready.”
Peter looks up and smiles.
“Yeah, coming.”
Neal stays where he is and keeps watching Peter work, now that he stands closer he can see Peter is making a hackamore.
“Is that for Louis?”
“Yeah, I took his size, they keep him in a wrong size bridle. I explained his owner that he would perform better with the hackamore.”
Neal nods, yeah, Louis probably would and his owners were responsible enough to come ask for advice when they noticed Louis wasn´t performing like he should.
“Can you help me with the leather? When I make it, it will be functional, when you do it, it is almost art. Louis deserves a nice looking hackamore.”
“Sure, I will do it after dinner. Ready?”
“Yeah, let´s go.”
Peter gets up, Boris at his side, washes his hands and walks with Neal towards the farmhouse. They built up quite the reputation in the scene. Neal´s craftsmanship is almost legendary. His skills make the most basic leatherwear, pieces of art. He is very good in making tack, but Neal is the artist.
Peter studies the farmhouse when they approach it.
After it turned out that Neal didn´t cope in New York, the decision was easily made. Peter sold the town house and together with some funding from Neal, they bought this farm. The grounds around it, made it comfortably private. Peter thought it was important for Neal to have some peace and quiet.
Their families and friends understood that whatever happened to them must have been traumatizing and they had whished them all good luck in their new endeavors. Mozzie visited regularly, so did June and Elizabeth, even after all their years divorced, they were still good friends. The White collar unit bi-annual BBQ was always a success.
When they just moved here, Neal needed to work of the stress, and John and Peggy helped them where they could. John even gave Peter some pointers on how to handle Neal when he is in one of his moods.
Over time, Peter had less and less need to be in tack, but for Neal it is still a necessity sometimes to get rid of all the tension and to clear his head.
Peter is now able to take care of Neal and to see his needs before they escalate to a point where they become all consuming and limit Neal in his daily life.
One day, Neal was spending time with John and Peggy. John had been asked by Ann to take care of new rescue case and John had asked if Neal wanted to come. He had reservations about joining him, but John had explained he could leave whenever he wanted. So he had joined him. The moment the rescue had been unloaded, John had been working with the horse and Neal could see the gentleness he too had experienced. The rescue case had been a neglect case and nothing like his own, but still John was fantastic and that was the moment Neal had decided he wanted to help these horses nobody cared about.
Peter had objected in the beginning, telling Neal that they were still too unstable themselves to provide stability to rescue cases, but Neal had been persistent as only he could be and Peter eventually caved in. So their first rescue had been a fact only a couple of months after they moved into the farm.
Ashley was a fragile looking filly that had been abused by her owner and PEETA had taken her away. Ann had told the officers that she would find a good temporary home at Sundance Stables. The call had come in early in the morning and they had barely time to prepare their stable. Luckily she healed quickly and wasn´t too traumatized. She had a lovely disposition and so it wasn´t difficult to find her a nice new owner. But ever since that first rescue, they had a regular influx of rescue cases. Peter and Neal even adapted their stables to it. Within the first year, they added a vet room so Peggy could work in a more professional setting when wounds needed to be taken care off.
Peter walks in to find Neal in the kitchen feeding Mistopheles and Boris, the two pets they got out of the local shelter. Peter had laughed when Neal dragged him over to the shelter, their whole lives seemed to circle around rescue cases.
Mistopheles was a shabby looking tabby cat, who was found severely neglected. He was weary and easily spooked, but in some strange way he had bonded with another guest of the shelter, an old blood hound who had been left aside the road.
When Neal had gotten word about the two pets who would be destroyed because the shelter was filled to capacity and these two were not likely to be adopted, he immediately called them to come and pick them up. The two pets always immediately seemed to feel at home and they always cheer Neal up. Mistopheles would only lay in Neal´s lap while Boris always enjoyed a slow walk with Peter. The hound was old and slow but well mannered. He never barked when there were horses around. So Peter took him almost everywhere he went.
Peter had to admit, they were happy and he wouldn´t want it any other way. Their relationship had evolved and while they were happy with their ‘no ties’ relationship in the past, now they were inseparable. They had survived their ordeal together and there was nobody they trusted more than each other.
So no, Peter wouldn´t change a thing. They are home.