Fic: In the Pain, There is Healing (Neal/Sara, Peter/El)

[angelita26]

Title: In the Pain, There is Healing
Author: angelita26
Rating: PG
Characters and/or Pairing: Neal/Sara, Peter/Elizabeth
Spoilers: Season 2's "Power Play", Season 4's "Parting Shots"
Warnings: As usual, betaed by my anal personality - all mistakes are mine.
Word Count: ~3300
Summary: Sara's recovering, Peter's giving advice, and Neal's searching for something, or someone.

Notes: This is the third fic in the Will 'Verse, and follows a few months after I Will Follow You… I recommend reading that one first.

( Neal had turned out to be an amazing father, not that she'd doubted him. He had also been there for her throughout this whole nightmare, whether she'd wanted him to be or not. There had been many a night that she'd thrown him out of her hospital room, and he'd returned the next morning with blueberry muffins and apologies for pushing her too hard or too fast. )

Cross-posted towhitecollarhc, my LJ, and AO3


Mods: Would Recovery be a genre prompt that can be added?  :)

White Collar Fic: Aftermath

[dennih23.livejournal.com]

Author: dennih23
Title: Aftermath
Word Count: 495
Characters: Peter, Neal – Gen
Warnings: Apocalypse / trauma
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: White Collar is owned by Jeff Eastin.

Summary: Neal deals with the apocalypse.


Written for whitecollarlas Round One, Challenge Five - prompt was "It's the end of the world (as we know it)" - maximum word limit of 500 words.


At my LJ / at OA3

A Skeleton, A Closet to Keep It In (NC-17) Neal, Peter

[embroiderama]

Title: A Skeleton, A Closet to Keep It In
Author: embroiderama
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/characters: Neal, Peter
Word count: 2,476
Spoilers: nothing past the beginning of S2
Warnings: Rape (by OMC), explicit descriptions thereof. Please don't take the warning lightly if you're at all likely to be triggered or upset. Also, violence (obviously) and brief reference to suicide. (Major warning, highlight to read.)
Summary: Peter was picking up dinner. Neal was making copies. Everything changed, and then it didn't.

Notes: This is more like hurt/hurt, though there is an attempt at comfort. The title is from Ani DiFranco's "Dilate." More notes at my journal.

( He made it through four years of federal prison. Four years and then three more months, and he kept his eyes open and he made himself useful and he had people who would watch his back. Four years and then three more months with nothing more than threats and a few bruises. )