White Collar Drabble: Into the Storm
Title: Into the Storm
Author’s Name: sheenianni
Fandom: White Collar
Characters/Pairings: Kate/Neal
Spoilers: Minor for Out of the Box, Point Blank
Rating: PG
Word Count: Exactly 300
Beta Credit: embroiderama
Notes: Written for the whitecollar100 community, for the prompt Explode.
Summary: Parted, they meet again. AU, second drabble into a series, can be read as a standalone.
First part
Their reunion is as painful as it is filled with joy.
They touch each other in wonder and disbelief. “Kate,” whispers Neal hoarsely. Then he hugs her so tightly that she can barely breathe.
“Neal.”
Finally.
He’s shaking, and there’s so much love when he stares at her -
“I thought you might not come.”
Neal blinks. “What?”
Kate already regrets the words blurted in a moment of weakness. “Nothing. Forget it.”
“Kate. I always wanted to come back to you. That was never a question.”
“Neal - ”
Neal’s hands are tenderness while his lips promise passion. Kate wants to give in to the bone-shattering relief. Together. We’ve made it. He’s here it’s over we’ve made it -
The roaring of the engines as the plane takes off interrupts her daydream and slams her back to the ground.
Not yet. Focus.
Kate takes in a breath. “I’ve missed you so much.”
But the reunion has thrown her off, so much that the words sound false, saccharine and terribly not her. Neal withdraws and looks at her with a flicker of doubt and confusion. For the umpteenth time, Kate realizes how much she hates the unknown puppet-master who has torn them apart.
It’s so close. After six months of planning, of playing head-games with Fowler and his mysterious boss, after all that time of living at the knife’s edge - they’re here. The parachutes, the boat, their air-jackets are ready. By this time tomorrow, they’ll be either free or dead.
‘They might be listening,’ signals Kate. ‘Have a plan. Follow my lead.’
Neal acknowledges the message with a subtle nod. ‘What is going on?’
They should have made a code for ‘trust me’.
“I love you,” says Kate instead, because that at least is both true and safe.
Six hours until the plane explodes.
---End
Author’s Name: sheenianni
Fandom: White Collar
Characters/Pairings: Kate/Neal
Spoilers: Minor for Out of the Box, Point Blank
Rating: PG
Word Count: Exactly 300
Beta Credit: embroiderama
Notes: Written for the whitecollar100 community, for the prompt Explode.
Summary: Parted, they meet again. AU, second drabble into a series, can be read as a standalone.
First part
Their reunion is as painful as it is filled with joy.
They touch each other in wonder and disbelief. “Kate,” whispers Neal hoarsely. Then he hugs her so tightly that she can barely breathe.
“Neal.”
Finally.
He’s shaking, and there’s so much love when he stares at her -
“I thought you might not come.”
Neal blinks. “What?”
Kate already regrets the words blurted in a moment of weakness. “Nothing. Forget it.”
“Kate. I always wanted to come back to you. That was never a question.”
“Neal - ”
Neal’s hands are tenderness while his lips promise passion. Kate wants to give in to the bone-shattering relief. Together. We’ve made it. He’s here it’s over we’ve made it -
The roaring of the engines as the plane takes off interrupts her daydream and slams her back to the ground.
Not yet. Focus.
Kate takes in a breath. “I’ve missed you so much.”
But the reunion has thrown her off, so much that the words sound false, saccharine and terribly not her. Neal withdraws and looks at her with a flicker of doubt and confusion. For the umpteenth time, Kate realizes how much she hates the unknown puppet-master who has torn them apart.
It’s so close. After six months of planning, of playing head-games with Fowler and his mysterious boss, after all that time of living at the knife’s edge - they’re here. The parachutes, the boat, their air-jackets are ready. By this time tomorrow, they’ll be either free or dead.
‘They might be listening,’ signals Kate. ‘Have a plan. Follow my lead.’
Neal acknowledges the message with a subtle nod. ‘What is going on?’
They should have made a code for ‘trust me’.
“I love you,” says Kate instead, because that at least is both true and safe.
Six hours until the plane explodes.
---End