Another WC fic
For my WC flist...
I think we all loved the latest episode, right? I hope the writers will make another flashback episode that will focus on some Neal's fraud adventures, his past (family?) or even in jail?
Anyway, a good person sent me this autograph yesterday and it is one of my fave promo stills ever!
Title: The reason
Author: ckll
Rating: PG & NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Neal
Spoilers: Based on the S1 episode 'Home invation'.
Summary: 'There was a reason that Neal had packed up Peter's things from his apartment.
Actually...maybe more than one...'.
Warnings/Triggers: None
Beta by awesome kajmere
THE REASON
There was a reason that Neal had packed up Peter's things from his apartment.
Actually...maybe more than one.
Neal always enjoyed the peace and freedom of his own place. He could do as he pleased, whether he was listening to music, diving in to a new novel, or making some “not so legal” plans.
So when his best friend - his boss, Peter Burke invaded his space, everything turned upside down.
Firstly, Neal couldn’t concentrate on anything, let alone any plans he was conjuring up to find the music box. He had to hide his books, his papers - he had to hide everything.
Second. Peter was the stereotypical guy. Coming home after a long day at the office and kicking off his shoes. Leaving his coat where ever he saw fit to take it off and heading to Neal’s couch with a cold piece of pizza hanging out of his mouth.
And Thirdly, Neal hadn’t any spare bed for Peter. And he certainly wouldn’t allow him to sleep on his five-thousand-dollar couch. So he did what he thought any ‘friend’ would do.
He offered the other half of his lush bed to the man he once thought of as his greatest opponent.
Neal laughs to himself and shifts awkwardly, as he tugs the blanket father up his chest.
“If only Mozzie could see us right now”
Peter chuckles.
“I’m sorry about this. I would of sprang for a hotel.” Peter said.
“I thought feds got paid pretty decent.”
“We do, but-“
“It’s alright Peter, As long as you don’t peek in on me while I’m in the shower, I think I can put up with you for a couple days.” Neal says with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“No, I won’t, I can promise you that.’
Neal smiled into the darkness.
He enjoys Peter’s naivety. The way his persona changes when he isn’t carrying a badge. It’s almost as if he’s two different people. At work he is this “quick thinking, fast to make a judgment call” guy that his team depends on. But outside the suit and the office he is shy and indecisive, always asking his wife for her opinion.
Why isn’t he lying beside her right now instead of lying here with him having this comfortable silence?
Does this silence hold more then they could say?
Neal was afraid of this truth.
He didn’t want Peter in his apartment, on his couch, or in his bed simply
because-that is exactly what he wanted.
Peter was his other half. He completed him in every way.
They were equals, the yin to his yang.
With every wrong he made, he wanted Peter there to catch him.
To save him.
To make him right.
Then they could do it all over again.
He knew Peter enjoyed this game just as much as he did.
Frustrated that he can’t fall asleep, Neal turned on to his side and propped his head up on his hand. Peter did the same.
“I’m sure you don’t want to hear my late night prison stories” Neal whispered.
“Why do you want me to feel bad for throwing your ass in jail?” Peter jokes.
Neal smiles as he puts his finger over Peter’s lips.
“The next time you decide to throw me in one of those ugly orange jumpsuits maybe you’ll think twice” Neal trails off.
“Do I have a reason to put you back in jail?”
Neal shakes his head and inches his body closer to Peter, expecting him to flinch away but all he does is hold Neal’s’ gaze.
He reaches out a hand and brushes his fingers down Peter’s strong muscle. Wanting to feel Peter’s strength around him. Inside him.
Needing it to help erase those memories from prison and make him feel warm again.
Peter was the spark that would bring his fire to life.
His lips were a breath away from Peter's when the sound of an alarm clock shook him out of his dream.
'Rise up, sunshine!' Peter's voice sounded close to his ear just as annoying as the alarm clock.
Neal opened his eyes widely banging his hand in the direction on the annoying alarm. It was 6 a.m. according to the clock and there was Peter wearing his white shirt and tie, cup of coffee in hand.
So, everything was a dream except the part that Peter actually did spend the night.
Neal took a deep breath stretched out his muscles and got out of bed.
'I have to run. I'll see you at the office' Peter told him grabbing his suitcase and putting down the dirty cup.
Neal nodded as he walked through the kitchen.
Finally alone. He could enjoy his breakfast and the newspaper.
There was a note under a magnet on the refrigerator. Neal read it surprised.
"Neal,
Don't worry, I won't arrest you again. As they say, third time is the charm, right?
Peter."
Neal held the note and walked to the glass window. He looked outside the first sun rays and the birds were flying free up in the sky.
Neal knew that he would never be really free to fly.
Peter was his reason to stay.
THE END
I think we all loved the latest episode, right? I hope the writers will make another flashback episode that will focus on some Neal's fraud adventures, his past (family?) or even in jail?
Anyway, a good person sent me this autograph yesterday and it is one of my fave promo stills ever!
Title: The reason
Author: ckll
Rating: PG & NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Neal
Spoilers: Based on the S1 episode 'Home invation'.
Summary: 'There was a reason that Neal had packed up Peter's things from his apartment.
Actually...maybe more than one...'.
Warnings/Triggers: None
Beta by awesome kajmere
THE REASON
There was a reason that Neal had packed up Peter's things from his apartment.
Actually...maybe more than one.
Neal always enjoyed the peace and freedom of his own place. He could do as he pleased, whether he was listening to music, diving in to a new novel, or making some “not so legal” plans.
So when his best friend - his boss, Peter Burke invaded his space, everything turned upside down.
Firstly, Neal couldn’t concentrate on anything, let alone any plans he was conjuring up to find the music box. He had to hide his books, his papers - he had to hide everything.
Second. Peter was the stereotypical guy. Coming home after a long day at the office and kicking off his shoes. Leaving his coat where ever he saw fit to take it off and heading to Neal’s couch with a cold piece of pizza hanging out of his mouth.
And Thirdly, Neal hadn’t any spare bed for Peter. And he certainly wouldn’t allow him to sleep on his five-thousand-dollar couch. So he did what he thought any ‘friend’ would do.
He offered the other half of his lush bed to the man he once thought of as his greatest opponent.
Neal laughs to himself and shifts awkwardly, as he tugs the blanket father up his chest.
“If only Mozzie could see us right now”
Peter chuckles.
“I’m sorry about this. I would of sprang for a hotel.” Peter said.
“I thought feds got paid pretty decent.”
“We do, but-“
“It’s alright Peter, As long as you don’t peek in on me while I’m in the shower, I think I can put up with you for a couple days.” Neal says with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“No, I won’t, I can promise you that.’
Neal smiled into the darkness.
He enjoys Peter’s naivety. The way his persona changes when he isn’t carrying a badge. It’s almost as if he’s two different people. At work he is this “quick thinking, fast to make a judgment call” guy that his team depends on. But outside the suit and the office he is shy and indecisive, always asking his wife for her opinion.
Why isn’t he lying beside her right now instead of lying here with him having this comfortable silence?
Does this silence hold more then they could say?
Neal was afraid of this truth.
He didn’t want Peter in his apartment, on his couch, or in his bed simply
because-that is exactly what he wanted.
Peter was his other half. He completed him in every way.
They were equals, the yin to his yang.
With every wrong he made, he wanted Peter there to catch him.
To save him.
To make him right.
Then they could do it all over again.
He knew Peter enjoyed this game just as much as he did.
Frustrated that he can’t fall asleep, Neal turned on to his side and propped his head up on his hand. Peter did the same.
“I’m sure you don’t want to hear my late night prison stories” Neal whispered.
“Why do you want me to feel bad for throwing your ass in jail?” Peter jokes.
Neal smiles as he puts his finger over Peter’s lips.
“The next time you decide to throw me in one of those ugly orange jumpsuits maybe you’ll think twice” Neal trails off.
“Do I have a reason to put you back in jail?”
Neal shakes his head and inches his body closer to Peter, expecting him to flinch away but all he does is hold Neal’s’ gaze.
He reaches out a hand and brushes his fingers down Peter’s strong muscle. Wanting to feel Peter’s strength around him. Inside him.
Needing it to help erase those memories from prison and make him feel warm again.
Peter was the spark that would bring his fire to life.
His lips were a breath away from Peter's when the sound of an alarm clock shook him out of his dream.
'Rise up, sunshine!' Peter's voice sounded close to his ear just as annoying as the alarm clock.
Neal opened his eyes widely banging his hand in the direction on the annoying alarm. It was 6 a.m. according to the clock and there was Peter wearing his white shirt and tie, cup of coffee in hand.
So, everything was a dream except the part that Peter actually did spend the night.
Neal took a deep breath stretched out his muscles and got out of bed.
'I have to run. I'll see you at the office' Peter told him grabbing his suitcase and putting down the dirty cup.
Neal nodded as he walked through the kitchen.
Finally alone. He could enjoy his breakfast and the newspaper.
There was a note under a magnet on the refrigerator. Neal read it surprised.
"Neal,
Don't worry, I won't arrest you again. As they say, third time is the charm, right?
Peter."
Neal held the note and walked to the glass window. He looked outside the first sun rays and the birds were flying free up in the sky.
Neal knew that he would never be really free to fly.
Peter was his reason to stay.
THE END