White Collar - Happy Again
Title: Happy Again
Author: semisweetsoul
Characters: Peter, El, Satchmo
Rating: G
Prompt(s): 002. Catch @ whitecollar100
Spoilers: 3.16 Judgment Day
Word Count: 200 (excluding title)
Disclaimer: I owe nothing. Please, don't sue.
A/N: Second drabble of the series. Enjoy!
Happy Again
Something seemed off.
It started a week ago when Peter came home early. Statchmo wagged his tail to greet him, appreciating some company.
Peter slumped on a chair.
Turning round and round had no more effect than barking. Even puppy eyes didn’t move his interest away from his whiskey. He stepped forward and rested his paws on Peter’s laps, a yelp dying in his throat. Peter buried his face in his neck-his fur wet and sticky when he let him go.
Peter walked him more often, let him lie on the couch when he was watching a game, and have a gulp of beer.
He flattered his Lab’s heart.
Something felt off. They didn’t play fetch the ball anymore.
They used to go to the park. Peter threw the ball. Satchmo caught it like Peter caught criminals. Peter had stopped catching criminals. Satchmo feared he’d have to stop catching the ball, too.
Something was off. Neal didn’t visit anymore.
El’s voice had lost its cheerfulness, Peter’s its humor. Their smiles and laughter had fainted. Peter sought him for comfort.
Neal had hurt Peter and Elisabeth.
Satchmo could catch Neal instead. Whatever it took to get his family happy again.
The End
Author: semisweetsoul
Characters: Peter, El, Satchmo
Rating: G
Prompt(s): 002. Catch @ whitecollar100
Spoilers: 3.16 Judgment Day
Word Count: 200 (excluding title)
Disclaimer: I owe nothing. Please, don't sue.
A/N: Second drabble of the series. Enjoy!
Happy Again
Something seemed off.
It started a week ago when Peter came home early. Statchmo wagged his tail to greet him, appreciating some company.
Peter slumped on a chair.
Turning round and round had no more effect than barking. Even puppy eyes didn’t move his interest away from his whiskey. He stepped forward and rested his paws on Peter’s laps, a yelp dying in his throat. Peter buried his face in his neck-his fur wet and sticky when he let him go.
Peter walked him more often, let him lie on the couch when he was watching a game, and have a gulp of beer.
He flattered his Lab’s heart.
Something felt off. They didn’t play fetch the ball anymore.
They used to go to the park. Peter threw the ball. Satchmo caught it like Peter caught criminals. Peter had stopped catching criminals. Satchmo feared he’d have to stop catching the ball, too.
Something was off. Neal didn’t visit anymore.
El’s voice had lost its cheerfulness, Peter’s its humor. Their smiles and laughter had fainted. Peter sought him for comfort.
Neal had hurt Peter and Elisabeth.
Satchmo could catch Neal instead. Whatever it took to get his family happy again.
The End