Seven in seven in seven…. the WIPs meme
I got tagged by elrhiarhodan. I chose to do the seven sentences of the seventh paragraph on the seventh page of seven WIPs (okay, too many sevens, even though they are supposed to be my lucky number). A few of them didn’t have enough pages so I was forced to improvise. Some of these are abandoned, some not - feel free to guess.
1. Butterflies
“What does he want from you this time?”
Neal shook his head. “Look, it doesn’t matter -”
“Neal.” Kate looked straight into his eyes. “I was the one who made the deal with him. I have the right to know.”
2. Late evening conversations
He just hopes that maybe if he reminds Neal often enough what all he has to lose, he might be able to get through to him. And then, hopefully, when it comes to that, Neal will decide to do the right thing, drop his obsession and stay.
Concentrating on the road, Peter lets the dark thoughts fade away. Instead, he thinks about El and Neal and imagines their dinner together, and it fills him with happiness. Peter has long ago learned to appreciate the simple things.
Especially when he isn’t sure that they are going to last.
3. Vested Interest AU
Peter had been an agent for long enough to know that people usually didn’t survive this kind of injuries.
He covered the wound to slow the bleeding. He talked to Neal as Diana called the ambulance. Diana and Jones covered Neal with their own jackets and some clothes they borrowed from the other agents to prevent him from losing body heat. Diana took Neal’s hand in hers while Peter held his bloodied jacket over Neal’s stomach and counted off endless seconds and minutes.
“We’re here,” says Diana suddenly. They have reached the New York-Presbyterian hospital.
4. Perspective
“You’re obsessed,” Mozzie had said. “Neal. Please. You have to let it go.”
He couldn’t.
As the result, the relationship between him and Peter had fallen completely apart.
They argued in meetings, unless they ignored each other. Diana had tried to play the mediator, but she was on maternal leave now. Jones… Jones made an effort not to get involved, not siding with either of them. The rest of the team didn’t understand.
5. Cats and con men
It couldn’t be older than six weeks, two months at most. Despite her own scratches, Sara almost winced in sympathy when she noticed the kitten’s injured leg. It was obvious that it had tried to play in the garbage before the dump moved and buried it underneath. Releasing a somewhat frustrated breath, Sara absentmindedly petted the kitten while she considered her options.
Intent on catching a cat burglar, she had ended up with a simple… cat.
“Meow?”
6. Mob connections
He didn’t even protest when Diana led him to the FBI lockdown. Some separate, cynical part of his brain considered with bitter amusement that despite the years of crimes committed out of boredom, arrogance, spite or pure greed, it was when he was trying to make things right that he actually broke his rule number one, to never hurt anyone.
When they locked the grated doors behind him, he tried thinking about art and people. He tried solving complicated mathematical equations. He started pacing; walking around the cell in circles. But the whole time, he only saw Keller’s bloodied head in the box - and he still smelled the unmistakable stench of death that accompanied it.
He tried to block the image.
7. Conspiracies II
His friend blinked before opening his eyes. “Neal? Where are we?”
“I’m going to get us some food and pay for the gas,” Neal explained. “If I’m not back in ten minutes -”
“I’m not leaving you,” interrupted Mozzie.
“- if I’m not back in ten minutes, I want you to drive away to the nearest interstate exit, then find a safe place and wait a few hours until I contact you. Okay?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he started climbing out of the car, and was surprised when Mozzie grabbed his jacket. “What?”
“Neal - be careful.”
Heee :D Okay, fun time’s over - now I really need to write before family descends on me and forces me to help with remodeling the bedroom of doom. Eeek.
Taking a page from angelita’s book - if anyone from flist wants to play, you’re hereby tagged :)
1. Butterflies
“What does he want from you this time?”
Neal shook his head. “Look, it doesn’t matter -”
“Neal.” Kate looked straight into his eyes. “I was the one who made the deal with him. I have the right to know.”
2. Late evening conversations
He just hopes that maybe if he reminds Neal often enough what all he has to lose, he might be able to get through to him. And then, hopefully, when it comes to that, Neal will decide to do the right thing, drop his obsession and stay.
Concentrating on the road, Peter lets the dark thoughts fade away. Instead, he thinks about El and Neal and imagines their dinner together, and it fills him with happiness. Peter has long ago learned to appreciate the simple things.
Especially when he isn’t sure that they are going to last.
3. Vested Interest AU
Peter had been an agent for long enough to know that people usually didn’t survive this kind of injuries.
He covered the wound to slow the bleeding. He talked to Neal as Diana called the ambulance. Diana and Jones covered Neal with their own jackets and some clothes they borrowed from the other agents to prevent him from losing body heat. Diana took Neal’s hand in hers while Peter held his bloodied jacket over Neal’s stomach and counted off endless seconds and minutes.
“We’re here,” says Diana suddenly. They have reached the New York-Presbyterian hospital.
4. Perspective
“You’re obsessed,” Mozzie had said. “Neal. Please. You have to let it go.”
He couldn’t.
As the result, the relationship between him and Peter had fallen completely apart.
They argued in meetings, unless they ignored each other. Diana had tried to play the mediator, but she was on maternal leave now. Jones… Jones made an effort not to get involved, not siding with either of them. The rest of the team didn’t understand.
5. Cats and con men
It couldn’t be older than six weeks, two months at most. Despite her own scratches, Sara almost winced in sympathy when she noticed the kitten’s injured leg. It was obvious that it had tried to play in the garbage before the dump moved and buried it underneath. Releasing a somewhat frustrated breath, Sara absentmindedly petted the kitten while she considered her options.
Intent on catching a cat burglar, she had ended up with a simple… cat.
“Meow?”
6. Mob connections
He didn’t even protest when Diana led him to the FBI lockdown. Some separate, cynical part of his brain considered with bitter amusement that despite the years of crimes committed out of boredom, arrogance, spite or pure greed, it was when he was trying to make things right that he actually broke his rule number one, to never hurt anyone.
When they locked the grated doors behind him, he tried thinking about art and people. He tried solving complicated mathematical equations. He started pacing; walking around the cell in circles. But the whole time, he only saw Keller’s bloodied head in the box - and he still smelled the unmistakable stench of death that accompanied it.
He tried to block the image.
7. Conspiracies II
His friend blinked before opening his eyes. “Neal? Where are we?”
“I’m going to get us some food and pay for the gas,” Neal explained. “If I’m not back in ten minutes -”
“I’m not leaving you,” interrupted Mozzie.
“- if I’m not back in ten minutes, I want you to drive away to the nearest interstate exit, then find a safe place and wait a few hours until I contact you. Okay?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he started climbing out of the car, and was surprised when Mozzie grabbed his jacket. “What?”
“Neal - be careful.”
Heee :D Okay, fun time’s over - now I really need to write before family descends on me and forces me to help with remodeling the bedroom of doom. Eeek.
Taking a page from angelita’s book - if anyone from flist wants to play, you’re hereby tagged :)