Scars

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: I really like Neal/Sara. I thought I wouldn't but I do. A lot. And I keep wanting more Neal/Sara fic, and I figured I should do my part to contribute, and well, this is what came out. Hope you like it (I think I kinda do) and please review! (No, I am apparently not above begging.)

Sara doesn't ask about his scars.

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Mosaic - 8/? - Insomnia

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A/N: Yay! New chapter. Okay, I debated posting this, and then I debated whether or not to add it to my “Mosaic” series, and then I finally decided, eh, screw it. So, yeah. Here it is. This could take place either as it’s own little not-related-to-any-other-chapters ficlet or within a Mosaic-world, or ( Read more... )

A/N: Okay, so, I wrote this pre- "Burke's Seven", so this is an AU immediately following "Point Blank". I debated posting this as I personally had a million different ideas on how that particular, erm, situation would play out, and I've addressed it before (in a different fic, "Backup") and may yet adress it again, but I figured, what the heck. ( Read more... )

A/N: First off, thank you very very much to everyone who has read, reviewed, and favorited. I love you guys, and I’m sending each and every one of you an imaginary gift basket full of chocolate. ;) Now, secondly, this chapter is (finally!) a fluffy-esque chapter, which I want to give a big thanks to Kathryn Marie Black for, as she gave me an ( Read more... )

A/N: Kudos to those of you who spot the Leverage reference. To those of you who don’t, you have to go watch that show, like, now.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

The Van

They’re in the van. Again.

Neal hates the van.

It’s cramped, and boring, and always smells of deviled ham and old socks, so Neal fidgets and sighs and fiddles with the equipment until Peter ( Read more... )

A/N: Okay, so I honestly intended this to be a happy fic, I swear. It’s not as, erm, unhappy as some of the others, but still, not exactly the fluff I meant to write. (I’ll get to that eventually, but I happen to know that the next one will not be it.) Anyways, a part of me really likes this one, and a part of me really doesn’t because I’m not ( Read more... )

A/N: Okay, here’s another one. One of these days I may even manage to write a fluffy one. Or, well, at least a slightly less depressing one. …Maybe.

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Dogs

Neal sat in front of the Burke’s couch, waiting for Peter, rubbing a very happy Satchmo’s tummy. His tail thumped contentedly against the floor, and one leg kept kicking up ( Read more... )

Cake

The first time Neal stole something, he was five years old.

Peter’s asked him before, not really expecting an answer, how he ended up where he is. A forger. A con artist. A thief.

A criminal.

Neal thinks about telling him, sometimes. Imagines what he’d look like if he did tell him. Wonders what Peter would think of him if he told him the truth.

If ( Read more... )

A/N - First, to anyone reading my Chuck/White Collar Crossover “CIAgent”, I am terribly sorry that I’m being so slow with the updates. My deepest apologies. I was attacked by these rabid plot bunnies, while the ones assigned to that story are being suspiciously silent. Now, as for this story… I have no idea how it came about. Really. It was ( Read more... )