City Made of Stone (PG) Neal & Peter gen
Title: City Made of Stone
Author: embroiderama
Rating: PG
Pairing/characters: Neal & Peter (reference to Neal/Kate)
Word count: 1,600
Spoilers: not past the beginning of S2
Warnings: discussion of canon character death and a dead body
Summary: Everything Neal had loved about Kate was taken by the fire, but he needed to know what had happened to whatever was left behind.
Notes: I was thinking about the situation surrounding Kate's death and realized that I hadn't ever thought about what might have happened regarding her death while Neal was in prison. Also, I was listening to the beautiful, sad song Walking Past the Graveyard, Not Breathing by Hem, which is where I got the title for this story. This story may not be entirely realistic but...whatever, artistic license.
( It seemed unreal, most of the time, that Kate could actually be dead. Neal had done his best to avoid thinking about her while he was back in prison, and often he would let himself pretend that everything was just the same as before his ill-fated escape, with her waiting for him. Somewhere. In a sense, perhaps she was. Still. )
Author: embroiderama
Rating: PG
Pairing/characters: Neal & Peter (reference to Neal/Kate)
Word count: 1,600
Spoilers: not past the beginning of S2
Warnings: discussion of canon character death and a dead body
Summary: Everything Neal had loved about Kate was taken by the fire, but he needed to know what had happened to whatever was left behind.
Notes: I was thinking about the situation surrounding Kate's death and realized that I hadn't ever thought about what might have happened regarding her death while Neal was in prison. Also, I was listening to the beautiful, sad song Walking Past the Graveyard, Not Breathing by Hem, which is where I got the title for this story. This story may not be entirely realistic but...whatever, artistic license.
( It seemed unreal, most of the time, that Kate could actually be dead. Neal had done his best to avoid thinking about her while he was back in prison, and often he would let himself pretend that everything was just the same as before his ill-fated escape, with her waiting for him. Somewhere. In a sense, perhaps she was. Still. )