Drabbles: Best-Case Scenario / Worst-Case Scenario
Title: Best-Case Scenario / Worst-Case Scenario
Author: QWERTYfaced
Fandom: White Collar
Wordcount: 100 each
Rating: G
Characters: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey
Genre: Drabble, gen, humor
Notes: Just a silly little pair of matched drabbles.
Summary: Neal and Peter's best case...and their worst.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. All characters and settings belong to their respective copyright holders, not me. Which is why I don't have a personal jetpack yet.
Best-Case Scenario
"Another securities fraud? How thrilling." Neal leaned back, tipping his hat over his eyes.
"Securities fraud reported by Brendan Paxton...the legendary baseball historian," Peter said, his eyes gleaming.
His partner came abruptly upright, the hat falling into his lap. "Paxton has the largest private collection of Pont-Aven School art in North America. We should go see him."
"Immediately."
"At his house." Neal was already up and moving through the door Peter held open.
The next moment, they were gone.
Jones surveyed the packed conference room, then turned to Diana.
"They forgot we were here, didn't they?" he asked.
"Yep."
Worst-Case Scenario
There were so many balled-up tissues, the inside of the van looked like it had been hit by an intensely localized blizzard.
"I'b goig to kill Jodes," Peter announced, before blowing his nose again.
Neal nodded miserably and sneezed. "I'll help. Got sub chisels at hobe."
"Got a gud," Peter said decisively. "Teach hib dot to spread colds."
"Good."
They paused for some synchronized sneezing.
"Hey, Peder."
"What, Deal?" Peter raised streaming eyes from the monitor. Oddly, his partner suddenly looked delighted by something. Bleary, but delighted.
Neal smiled beatifically, waving a handful of tissues.
"I cad't smell the vad."
Author: QWERTYfaced
Fandom: White Collar
Wordcount: 100 each
Rating: G
Characters: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey
Genre: Drabble, gen, humor
Notes: Just a silly little pair of matched drabbles.
Summary: Neal and Peter's best case...and their worst.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. All characters and settings belong to their respective copyright holders, not me. Which is why I don't have a personal jetpack yet.
Best-Case Scenario
"Another securities fraud? How thrilling." Neal leaned back, tipping his hat over his eyes.
"Securities fraud reported by Brendan Paxton...the legendary baseball historian," Peter said, his eyes gleaming.
His partner came abruptly upright, the hat falling into his lap. "Paxton has the largest private collection of Pont-Aven School art in North America. We should go see him."
"Immediately."
"At his house." Neal was already up and moving through the door Peter held open.
The next moment, they were gone.
Jones surveyed the packed conference room, then turned to Diana.
"They forgot we were here, didn't they?" he asked.
"Yep."
Worst-Case Scenario
There were so many balled-up tissues, the inside of the van looked like it had been hit by an intensely localized blizzard.
"I'b goig to kill Jodes," Peter announced, before blowing his nose again.
Neal nodded miserably and sneezed. "I'll help. Got sub chisels at hobe."
"Got a gud," Peter said decisively. "Teach hib dot to spread colds."
"Good."
They paused for some synchronized sneezing.
"Hey, Peder."
"What, Deal?" Peter raised streaming eyes from the monitor. Oddly, his partner suddenly looked delighted by something. Bleary, but delighted.
Neal smiled beatifically, waving a handful of tissues.
"I cad't smell the vad."