Fic: Your Poison (for pennies_4_eyes)
Title: Your Poison
Author: ♥ mercilynn ♥
Recipient: pennies_4_eyes
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Neal/Peter
Word Count: 866
Prompt: Neal and Peter close up a crime ring and get the goods but the villain gets away (male or female "badguy"). But not before scratching Neal or Peter one, with a poison ring or something of the like. Angst ensues while Neal and Peter try to find the villain in time to save whichever of them is poisoned. The villain wants their merchandise back in exchange for the antidote.
Summary: When Neal's poisoned, Peter will do anything to get his partner back.
The needle ripped through his skin, pain radiating out from the injection site. He winced, biting through his lip and desperately fighting against making any sound as the felon tightened his grip, bruising Neal's arms.
He slammed his head backward, aiming for his captor's nose and grimacing as he felt the give of cartilage under his skull. The arms around him released and Neal slumped to the ground, vaguely registering the felon fleeing and Peter's frightened tones as he slipped into blessed unconsciousness, where the pain couldn't reach him.
He drifted through a heavy fog of medication to Peter's voice, begging him for something - Wake up? Now why would he go and do a thing like that when the blankets were so warm and soft, so comforting. He slipped back into a deep sleep knowing that his savior was watching over him.
When Neal next regained consciousness, it was to a blinding pain shooting through his sweat-drenched body and the room spinning. He gagged, his body shaking violently as he fought off the urge to vomit.
He slowly gained control over his body and blinked open his eyes, wincing against the bright light of the hospital room. Groaning, he focused his eyes - first on the young nurse checking his IV then on Peter, sleeping slouched next to the bed in what had to be an uncomfortable chair.
The nurse smiled at him softly and he relaxed as the pain lessened slightly, the anesthetic moving through his system. He groaned again at the pounding in his head and frowned when he realized he had woke Peter.
Once he was sure Peter was alert enough to answer his questions, he asked, "What happened?"
Peter gave a sigh and shrugged a little, standing and stretching as he answered, "Devon... the art forger?" He specified at Neal's blank look and continued when Neal nodded his comprehension. "He isn't just an art forger. Apparently, he was kicked out of the Chemistry Department at Princeton for what they termed 'misuse of chemicals' which basically boiled down to he was creating poisons."
Neal raised an eyebrow. "Poisons?"
"It's what he injected you with. Jones is tracking down a couple of leads but Neal… It doesn't look good."
Neal blinked rapidly in shock. "I've been poisoned?"
As if summoned by Peter's mentioning of him, Jones burst into the hospital room panting, cell phone in hand. "It's Devon. He wants to arrange a trade."
Peter shot up, grabbing the phone from Jones. "Burke."
Neal watched through glazed eyes as Peter paced the room from one end to the other, his head swimming with the realization that he could feel worse at any moment. It was as if the knowledge of his condition was making him aware of how truly bad he felt and he moaned as dots swam in front of his face.
Through the pain, he saw Peter snap shut the phone and bark out an order before leaving. He could hear frantic cries in the distance as a loud beeping overtook the room and he wondered why someone wasn't turning the alarm off.
Jolting awake, the events from earlier rushed through Neal's mind and his eyes flew open. He found Peter quickly, collapsed on the same chair, in the same position from earlier, and coughed, desperate to wake the man and find out what had happened.
Peter didn't move but his awakening must have triggered a sensor. A doctor entered, grinning in excitement. "Mr. Caffrey! So glad to see you awake. You gave us quite a scare," he said, glancing down at Neal's chart.
Neal frowned and repeated his words from before. "What happened?"
"You'll have to ask your partner for the details of how he did it, but he came back to us antidote in hand, swearing up and down that it would work and grumbling about how you would owe him one. I don't know what he did, Mr. Caffrey, but I have the feeling you owe him your life." The doctor jotted Neal's vitals down before looking up. "He's been in that chair ever since."
Neal eyed Peter considering as the doctor left. "Well, Peter, guess I owe you more than one now." Neal let out a sigh and closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting over the events from the past few days.
He heard Peter stirring in the chair and peeked out from under his lashes, watching as Peter yawned and stood, moving over to the window and stretching out the kinks from sleeping in a chair.
"Hey," Neal said softly, smiling when Peter jerked around in surprise.
"Neal!" Peter exclaimed, coming to stand by the bed. "You're awake!"
Neal let out a small chuckle, reaching for Peter's hand and tugging him down to sit on the edge of the bed. "And I hear I have you to thank for that." He quirked an eyebrow in question.
Blushing slightly and avoiding Neal's gaze, Peter shrugged. "Devon wanted the Monet in exchange for the antidote." He stared down at their linked fingers before looking up into Neal's blue eyes with a smile. "We made the exchange, it's not my fault he can't tell a Caffrey from a Monet."
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Author: ♥ mercilynn ♥
Recipient: pennies_4_eyes
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Neal/Peter
Word Count: 866
Prompt: Neal and Peter close up a crime ring and get the goods but the villain gets away (male or female "badguy"). But not before scratching Neal or Peter one, with a poison ring or something of the like. Angst ensues while Neal and Peter try to find the villain in time to save whichever of them is poisoned. The villain wants their merchandise back in exchange for the antidote.
Summary: When Neal's poisoned, Peter will do anything to get his partner back.
The needle ripped through his skin, pain radiating out from the injection site. He winced, biting through his lip and desperately fighting against making any sound as the felon tightened his grip, bruising Neal's arms.
He slammed his head backward, aiming for his captor's nose and grimacing as he felt the give of cartilage under his skull. The arms around him released and Neal slumped to the ground, vaguely registering the felon fleeing and Peter's frightened tones as he slipped into blessed unconsciousness, where the pain couldn't reach him.
He drifted through a heavy fog of medication to Peter's voice, begging him for something - Wake up? Now why would he go and do a thing like that when the blankets were so warm and soft, so comforting. He slipped back into a deep sleep knowing that his savior was watching over him.
When Neal next regained consciousness, it was to a blinding pain shooting through his sweat-drenched body and the room spinning. He gagged, his body shaking violently as he fought off the urge to vomit.
He slowly gained control over his body and blinked open his eyes, wincing against the bright light of the hospital room. Groaning, he focused his eyes - first on the young nurse checking his IV then on Peter, sleeping slouched next to the bed in what had to be an uncomfortable chair.
The nurse smiled at him softly and he relaxed as the pain lessened slightly, the anesthetic moving through his system. He groaned again at the pounding in his head and frowned when he realized he had woke Peter.
Once he was sure Peter was alert enough to answer his questions, he asked, "What happened?"
Peter gave a sigh and shrugged a little, standing and stretching as he answered, "Devon... the art forger?" He specified at Neal's blank look and continued when Neal nodded his comprehension. "He isn't just an art forger. Apparently, he was kicked out of the Chemistry Department at Princeton for what they termed 'misuse of chemicals' which basically boiled down to he was creating poisons."
Neal raised an eyebrow. "Poisons?"
"It's what he injected you with. Jones is tracking down a couple of leads but Neal… It doesn't look good."
Neal blinked rapidly in shock. "I've been poisoned?"
As if summoned by Peter's mentioning of him, Jones burst into the hospital room panting, cell phone in hand. "It's Devon. He wants to arrange a trade."
Peter shot up, grabbing the phone from Jones. "Burke."
Neal watched through glazed eyes as Peter paced the room from one end to the other, his head swimming with the realization that he could feel worse at any moment. It was as if the knowledge of his condition was making him aware of how truly bad he felt and he moaned as dots swam in front of his face.
Through the pain, he saw Peter snap shut the phone and bark out an order before leaving. He could hear frantic cries in the distance as a loud beeping overtook the room and he wondered why someone wasn't turning the alarm off.
Jolting awake, the events from earlier rushed through Neal's mind and his eyes flew open. He found Peter quickly, collapsed on the same chair, in the same position from earlier, and coughed, desperate to wake the man and find out what had happened.
Peter didn't move but his awakening must have triggered a sensor. A doctor entered, grinning in excitement. "Mr. Caffrey! So glad to see you awake. You gave us quite a scare," he said, glancing down at Neal's chart.
Neal frowned and repeated his words from before. "What happened?"
"You'll have to ask your partner for the details of how he did it, but he came back to us antidote in hand, swearing up and down that it would work and grumbling about how you would owe him one. I don't know what he did, Mr. Caffrey, but I have the feeling you owe him your life." The doctor jotted Neal's vitals down before looking up. "He's been in that chair ever since."
Neal eyed Peter considering as the doctor left. "Well, Peter, guess I owe you more than one now." Neal let out a sigh and closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting over the events from the past few days.
He heard Peter stirring in the chair and peeked out from under his lashes, watching as Peter yawned and stood, moving over to the window and stretching out the kinks from sleeping in a chair.
"Hey," Neal said softly, smiling when Peter jerked around in surprise.
"Neal!" Peter exclaimed, coming to stand by the bed. "You're awake!"
Neal let out a small chuckle, reaching for Peter's hand and tugging him down to sit on the edge of the bed. "And I hear I have you to thank for that." He quirked an eyebrow in question.
Blushing slightly and avoiding Neal's gaze, Peter shrugged. "Devon wanted the Monet in exchange for the antidote." He stared down at their linked fingers before looking up into Neal's blue eyes with a smile. "We made the exchange, it's not my fault he can't tell a Caffrey from a Monet."
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