White Collar Fic: Awakening
Title: Awakening
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter(/Elizabeth)
Spoilers: None
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Neal wakes up from surgery.
A/N: Some rather shameless H/C and woobie-ness, written for dmk0064 and soteriophobe, who I hope are feeling better (and don’t mind a little OT3). Imagine this takes place early in a N/P/E relationship.
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“Neal? Neal?”
“Huuuuuhhh.”
“How you feeling? Can you talk? No? Well, listen, the docs said it went pretty well, so, you know, you don’t have to worry. OK? Don’t worry. I think I’ve got that covered for both of us.”
“Mmaaahh.”
“Moz is fine. He’s great. Not a scratch on him. He’s just outside. I mean, he’s outside. You know how he is. He’s been sitting on a park bench across the street for the last two days. El’s been out there with him. He’s worried sick about you. We all are. Were. We all were. Because you’re fine now. You’ll be fine. You’llbefine, you’llbefine, you’llbefine, please be OK, please come out of this. Christ, Neal, don’t do this to me ever again.”
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“Huhhhhhmmmmm.”
“Neal? Oh, it’s nice to see those baby blues.”
“Peter.”
“I’m here.”
“Good. Am I here?”
“What?”
“Am I here? Feels like I’m not h-here.”
“No, shhh, you’re right where you belong. With me. Always with me, OK? I love you and you’re never leaving me, OK?”
“Yeah, good. Here, I’m right here...”
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“Peter?”
“Neal.”
“PeterPeterPeter.”
“What is it, what’s wrong?”
“I - aaahhhh!!”
“Are you in pain? I’ll call the nurse!”
“Makeitstop, it’stoomuch, toomuch!”
“Hold on, Neal, she’ll be here soon. Here, hold my hand and you squeeze it. No matter how bad it is, you squeeze, OK?”
“PeterPeterPeter.”
“Oh, OK, ow. That’s quite a grip you’ve got there, buddy… The nurse is here, you’ll be all right in a minute.”
“Peter, I don’t like this, I don’t want this.”
“I know you don’t, I know.”
“PeterPeter…P -huuuhhh…“
“Neal?”
“Huuuhh.”
“That’s right, just go to sleep, Neal, OK? Sleep.”
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“There he is.”
“Hi, buddy!”
“How are you?”
“These are drugs?”
“Yes.”
“Good drugs.”
“So they say. Feeling better?”
“Yeeeaaahhh. Peter-”
“Hmm?”
“I think I gotta hurl.”
“OK, then! There you go, in the basin. OK, shhh… you’re good.”
“Ah, man! Oh! Th-that was unpleasant.”
“You’re not kidding. Do you think that’s all for now?”
“I hope so. Peter?”
“Hmm?”
“Can you keep stroking my hair like that? It’s nice.”
“Anything, Neal. Anything.”
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“Peter? You sleeping? Peter?”
“Not anymore. You OK? Need a nurse?”
“No, I - I think I feel pretty OK. There’s pain, but - it feels like it’s there but not, like an echo or something. It’s strange. What happened?”
“You were shot.”
“I remember - the Costa sting, right? Moz!”
“He’s fine, he’s just not here.”
“He hates hospitals. How long have I been here?”
“Couple or three days. It was pretty touch and go there for a while.”
“What happened to your hand?”
“Oh, this? Just a little fracture - nothing to worry about.”
“Have you been here the whole time?”
“And El too. Couldn’t leave you all alone.”
“Thanks, I don’t like to be alone.”
“I know that. Just like I know you should try to get some more sleep now. Promotes healing.”
“OK. ‘night, Peter.”
“Good night.”
“Peter? Did you tell me you loved me?”
“Mmm.”
“You’ve never said that before.”
“I know and that was wrong of me. I should have told you a long time ago.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh. I was afraid the other day that I’d never be able to. Now I want to tell you every day.”
“Have you told me today?”
“Ha-ha! I did, but maybe you don’t remember.”
“Kiss me?”
“There… did you fall asleep on me?”
“Huuhhh.”
“Good night, baby.”
“Peter!”
“Yes, Neal?”
“I love you too.”
“I know.”
“Remind me to tell you again tomorrow.”
“I will, now get some sleep.”
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Thank you for your time.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter(/Elizabeth)
Spoilers: None
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Neal wakes up from surgery.
A/N: Some rather shameless H/C and woobie-ness, written for dmk0064 and soteriophobe, who I hope are feeling better (and don’t mind a little OT3). Imagine this takes place early in a N/P/E relationship.
----
“Neal? Neal?”
“Huuuuuhhh.”
“How you feeling? Can you talk? No? Well, listen, the docs said it went pretty well, so, you know, you don’t have to worry. OK? Don’t worry. I think I’ve got that covered for both of us.”
“Mmaaahh.”
“Moz is fine. He’s great. Not a scratch on him. He’s just outside. I mean, he’s outside. You know how he is. He’s been sitting on a park bench across the street for the last two days. El’s been out there with him. He’s worried sick about you. We all are. Were. We all were. Because you’re fine now. You’ll be fine. You’llbefine, you’llbefine, you’llbefine, please be OK, please come out of this. Christ, Neal, don’t do this to me ever again.”
----
“Huhhhhhmmmmm.”
“Neal? Oh, it’s nice to see those baby blues.”
“Peter.”
“I’m here.”
“Good. Am I here?”
“What?”
“Am I here? Feels like I’m not h-here.”
“No, shhh, you’re right where you belong. With me. Always with me, OK? I love you and you’re never leaving me, OK?”
“Yeah, good. Here, I’m right here...”
----
“Peter?”
“Neal.”
“PeterPeterPeter.”
“What is it, what’s wrong?”
“I - aaahhhh!!”
“Are you in pain? I’ll call the nurse!”
“Makeitstop, it’stoomuch, toomuch!”
“Hold on, Neal, she’ll be here soon. Here, hold my hand and you squeeze it. No matter how bad it is, you squeeze, OK?”
“PeterPeterPeter.”
“Oh, OK, ow. That’s quite a grip you’ve got there, buddy… The nurse is here, you’ll be all right in a minute.”
“Peter, I don’t like this, I don’t want this.”
“I know you don’t, I know.”
“PeterPeter…P -huuuhhh…“
“Neal?”
“Huuuhh.”
“That’s right, just go to sleep, Neal, OK? Sleep.”
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“There he is.”
“Hi, buddy!”
“How are you?”
“These are drugs?”
“Yes.”
“Good drugs.”
“So they say. Feeling better?”
“Yeeeaaahhh. Peter-”
“Hmm?”
“I think I gotta hurl.”
“OK, then! There you go, in the basin. OK, shhh… you’re good.”
“Ah, man! Oh! Th-that was unpleasant.”
“You’re not kidding. Do you think that’s all for now?”
“I hope so. Peter?”
“Hmm?”
“Can you keep stroking my hair like that? It’s nice.”
“Anything, Neal. Anything.”
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“Peter? You sleeping? Peter?”
“Not anymore. You OK? Need a nurse?”
“No, I - I think I feel pretty OK. There’s pain, but - it feels like it’s there but not, like an echo or something. It’s strange. What happened?”
“You were shot.”
“I remember - the Costa sting, right? Moz!”
“He’s fine, he’s just not here.”
“He hates hospitals. How long have I been here?”
“Couple or three days. It was pretty touch and go there for a while.”
“What happened to your hand?”
“Oh, this? Just a little fracture - nothing to worry about.”
“Have you been here the whole time?”
“And El too. Couldn’t leave you all alone.”
“Thanks, I don’t like to be alone.”
“I know that. Just like I know you should try to get some more sleep now. Promotes healing.”
“OK. ‘night, Peter.”
“Good night.”
“Peter? Did you tell me you loved me?”
“Mmm.”
“You’ve never said that before.”
“I know and that was wrong of me. I should have told you a long time ago.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh. I was afraid the other day that I’d never be able to. Now I want to tell you every day.”
“Have you told me today?”
“Ha-ha! I did, but maybe you don’t remember.”
“Kiss me?”
“There… did you fall asleep on me?”
“Huuhhh.”
“Good night, baby.”
“Peter!”
“Yes, Neal?”
“I love you too.”
“I know.”
“Remind me to tell you again tomorrow.”
“I will, now get some sleep.”
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Thank you for your time.