To celebrate the New Year, I figure I'll ask for prompts. Y'all suggest a scene you'd like to see from any of my 'verses and I'll ponder on writing it.
Neal&Peter + Erik Lensherr - let the battle againtigriswolfJanuary 13 2012, 19:57:41 UTC
“Uncle Erik!” Neal says, stopping in his tracks. Peter raises a brow and follows Neal’s gaze across the street, to an older man in a fairly nice suit and dark trenchcoat.
“Neal,” ‘Uncle Erik’ replies, inclining his head; he crosses the street without looking, and no one honks, no one yells, no one almost hits him. It’s amazing.
It’s suspicious.
“What are you doing here?” Neal asks, smiling up at Uncle Erik.
Uncle Erik gives Peter an assessing stare. “I have business in Manhattan,” he says, focusing back on Neal. “Are you staying out of trouble?”
Neal grins at him. “Yup,” he lies, flashing his most innocent smile.
Uncle Erik laughs. He has an interesting accent: a mix of Polish, German, and British. He’s taller than Peter, and though he’s old, he’s clearly still strong and in control. He’s got a commanding presence; Peter would hate to have to go up against him for charge of a scene or team.
“After I conclude my business,” Uncle Erik says, “we’ll have dinner.”
“Sure.” Neal’s bouncing in place, and he looks young.
“Agent Burke,” Uncle Erik says, looking back at Peter. “It was good to meet you. I know that Neal is quite the handful.”
Peter smiles. “He’s been an asset.”
There’s something about this ‘Uncle Erik.’ Peter knows he’s seen the man before. But where?
“Be good, Neal,” Uncle Erik says. He nods to Peter and crosses the street again. And again - no one honks, yells, slams on their brakes, even though the man doesn’t look. And the way he says ‘Neal’… well, Peter had already known that wasn’t his real name.
Uncle Erik says ‘Neal’ like it’s an inside joke.
Uncle Erik is a con, too.
Peter almost wrenches something, spinning around to see which way Erik went. He’s nowhere to be seen.
“Uncle Erik!” Neal says, stopping in his tracks. Peter raises a brow and follows Neal’s gaze across the street, to an older man in a fairly nice suit and dark trenchcoat.
“Neal,” ‘Uncle Erik’ replies, inclining his head; he crosses the street without looking, and no one honks, no one yells, no one almost hits him. It’s amazing.
It’s suspicious.
“What are you doing here?” Neal asks, smiling up at Uncle Erik.
Uncle Erik gives Peter an assessing stare. “I have business in Manhattan,” he says, focusing back on Neal. “Are you staying out of trouble?”
Neal grins at him. “Yup,” he lies, flashing his most innocent smile.
Uncle Erik laughs. He has an interesting accent: a mix of Polish, German, and British. He’s taller than Peter, and though he’s old, he’s clearly still strong and in control. He’s got a commanding presence; Peter would hate to have to go up against him for charge of a scene or team.
“After I conclude my business,” Uncle Erik says, “we’ll have dinner.”
“Sure.” Neal’s bouncing in place, and he looks young.
“Agent Burke,” Uncle Erik says, looking back at Peter. “It was good to meet you. I know that Neal is quite the handful.”
Peter smiles. “He’s been an asset.”
There’s something about this ‘Uncle Erik.’ Peter knows he’s seen the man before. But where?
“Be good, Neal,” Uncle Erik says. He nods to Peter and crosses the street again. And again - no one honks, yells, slams on their brakes, even though the man doesn’t look. And the way he says ‘Neal’… well, Peter had already known that wasn’t his real name.
Uncle Erik says ‘Neal’ like it’s an inside joke.
Uncle Erik is a con, too.
Peter almost wrenches something, spinning around to see which way Erik went. He’s nowhere to be seen.
Neal is smiling.
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My favorite bit is "Uncle Erik says ‘Neal’ like it’s an inside joke."
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I'm so glad you like it!
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