WC AU Fic: Late-Night Meeting
Title: Late-Night Meeting
’Verse: White Collar AU
Author: Trystan
Rating: same as the show
Spoilers: 1x14 (“Out Of The Box”)
Word Count: 760
Notable Credits: awesome thanks to layla_aaron for the beta read! Neal is not mine, although goddess knows I wish he was.
Author’s Notes: I should not be left alone in my mind. Seriously, it's a scary place. Neal started talking when I wasn't even thinking about it...
Summary: Neal's meeting takes a wrong turn somewhere...
Late-Night Meeting
Everything was wrong.
The first thing he really remembered was coming to, leaning up against a wall in a dimly-lit alleyway. At least, he supposed it was dimly lit, but it seemed rather bright for him. He got to his feet, slowly, as he ached all over, and tried to orient himself. There was a pain at the base of his neck, but a quick rubbing helped.
He started walking, slowly, shuffling his feet. His head felt all fuzzy, and he had no idea where he was even going. At least he still remembered he was in New York.
He stumbled and wandered for what could have been several hours, and finally shuffled up a few steps to knock on a door that for some reason seemed, well, familiar. When it opened, he nearly fell into the entry way. He looked at the face of the man who caught him, and at least he was familiar.
“Peter?”
“Neal - what the hell happened? You look like you were attacked or something.”
Peter helped Neal inside and to the couch. Neal's normally perfect tie was pulled down, his suit jacket rumpled, his hair looked like he'd slept on it for several days, and there was something odd about his shirt collar.
“I - I think I went to meet someone,” Neal started.
“And what happened? You got into a fight?” Peter had examined the collar and now his hand was red. “This is blood, Neal. You wanna tell me what happened?”
“I - ” he looked up at Peter, who really wasn't angry at him. “I don't - ”
But suddenly he did know.
“Neal?” Peter asked. Neal thought that might have been panic in Peter's voice.
“Why are your eyes gold?” the FBI agent demanded.
This time Neal was silent as he remembered everything. Kate was there. She did this...
~*~
The alley was just inside the radius that Neal's ankle bracelet had allowed him to go. There were two orange street lights at the back of the short street, revealing a Dumpster, some trashbags that didn't quite make it in, a few rats scurrying about, and plenty of shadows.
Neal was silent as he moved down the alley, so he could hear the movement at the far end.
“I know you're there,” he'd said with more confidence than he felt. “I need to know if this Bacon triptych is worth it.”
“It is,” a voice had hissed from the shadows, and then something launched itself at Neal. It felt human, he'd thought as he was fighting to get the person off him. It felt like a woman, actually. Her eyes were gold, and such hunger in them. He remembered seeing canines bared, and a face that could have been Kate's if it wasn't snarling. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain in his neck, as if it were pierced by something sharp...
~*~
“It was Kate,” Neal finally said, his voice nearly a whisper.
“You met Kate,” Peter said, disbelieving what he thought he was hearing.
“I don't know who I was supposed to meet. I got a call from someone saying they had information on a triptych that's worth over $80 million.”
“What kind of information?” Peter finally sat down on the couch next to his - friend? Parnter? Charge? He really had no idea who Neal really was. Peter heard a noise upstairs and realised it was El, getting ready to come down and see why he wasn't in bed yet. He met her halfway up the stairs.
“Is it Neal? Is he all right?” she asked, genuinely concerned.
“It is, and he will be. I'll be up soon, I promise.”
“All right,” she said, kissed him, and turned and went back up the steps. Peter sagged in relief as he went back down to the couch.
“Neal - ” he started to speak, to tell him that they saw the plane that Kate was on blow up, but the younger man was standing, his jacket and tie straightened out, and his hair looked flawless again.
“I'm fine, Peter, thanks for being here.” He patted Peter on the shoulder as he headed towards the door, flashing the FBI man a smile.
Later, when he was alone with his thoughts of that night, Peter could have sworn there was something not quite right with Neal's canine teeth. They were elongated and sharp, almost like fangs.
***
White Collar Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2010 by Caren Franco
Beta-read by Layla_Aaron. Neal Caffrey, Peter and Elizabeth Burke, and Kate were created by Jeff Eastin, Fox Television and USA Network.
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’Verse: White Collar AU
Author: Trystan
Rating: same as the show
Spoilers: 1x14 (“Out Of The Box”)
Word Count: 760
Notable Credits: awesome thanks to layla_aaron for the beta read! Neal is not mine, although goddess knows I wish he was.
Author’s Notes: I should not be left alone in my mind. Seriously, it's a scary place. Neal started talking when I wasn't even thinking about it...
Summary: Neal's meeting takes a wrong turn somewhere...
Late-Night Meeting
Everything was wrong.
The first thing he really remembered was coming to, leaning up against a wall in a dimly-lit alleyway. At least, he supposed it was dimly lit, but it seemed rather bright for him. He got to his feet, slowly, as he ached all over, and tried to orient himself. There was a pain at the base of his neck, but a quick rubbing helped.
He started walking, slowly, shuffling his feet. His head felt all fuzzy, and he had no idea where he was even going. At least he still remembered he was in New York.
He stumbled and wandered for what could have been several hours, and finally shuffled up a few steps to knock on a door that for some reason seemed, well, familiar. When it opened, he nearly fell into the entry way. He looked at the face of the man who caught him, and at least he was familiar.
“Peter?”
“Neal - what the hell happened? You look like you were attacked or something.”
Peter helped Neal inside and to the couch. Neal's normally perfect tie was pulled down, his suit jacket rumpled, his hair looked like he'd slept on it for several days, and there was something odd about his shirt collar.
“I - I think I went to meet someone,” Neal started.
“And what happened? You got into a fight?” Peter had examined the collar and now his hand was red. “This is blood, Neal. You wanna tell me what happened?”
“I - ” he looked up at Peter, who really wasn't angry at him. “I don't - ”
But suddenly he did know.
“Neal?” Peter asked. Neal thought that might have been panic in Peter's voice.
“Why are your eyes gold?” the FBI agent demanded.
This time Neal was silent as he remembered everything. Kate was there. She did this...
~*~
The alley was just inside the radius that Neal's ankle bracelet had allowed him to go. There were two orange street lights at the back of the short street, revealing a Dumpster, some trashbags that didn't quite make it in, a few rats scurrying about, and plenty of shadows.
Neal was silent as he moved down the alley, so he could hear the movement at the far end.
“I know you're there,” he'd said with more confidence than he felt. “I need to know if this Bacon triptych is worth it.”
“It is,” a voice had hissed from the shadows, and then something launched itself at Neal. It felt human, he'd thought as he was fighting to get the person off him. It felt like a woman, actually. Her eyes were gold, and such hunger in them. He remembered seeing canines bared, and a face that could have been Kate's if it wasn't snarling. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain in his neck, as if it were pierced by something sharp...
~*~
“It was Kate,” Neal finally said, his voice nearly a whisper.
“You met Kate,” Peter said, disbelieving what he thought he was hearing.
“I don't know who I was supposed to meet. I got a call from someone saying they had information on a triptych that's worth over $80 million.”
“What kind of information?” Peter finally sat down on the couch next to his - friend? Parnter? Charge? He really had no idea who Neal really was. Peter heard a noise upstairs and realised it was El, getting ready to come down and see why he wasn't in bed yet. He met her halfway up the stairs.
“Is it Neal? Is he all right?” she asked, genuinely concerned.
“It is, and he will be. I'll be up soon, I promise.”
“All right,” she said, kissed him, and turned and went back up the steps. Peter sagged in relief as he went back down to the couch.
“Neal - ” he started to speak, to tell him that they saw the plane that Kate was on blow up, but the younger man was standing, his jacket and tie straightened out, and his hair looked flawless again.
“I'm fine, Peter, thanks for being here.” He patted Peter on the shoulder as he headed towards the door, flashing the FBI man a smile.
Later, when he was alone with his thoughts of that night, Peter could have sworn there was something not quite right with Neal's canine teeth. They were elongated and sharp, almost like fangs.
***
White Collar Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2010 by Caren Franco
Beta-read by Layla_Aaron. Neal Caffrey, Peter and Elizabeth Burke, and Kate were created by Jeff Eastin, Fox Television and USA Network.
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