Fic: Snow, Neal/Peter, PG
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Title: Snow
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter, James, Elizabeth, Diana, Alex, Moz, Jones, Hughes, Satchmo, June, Fowler
Spoilers: None
Content Notice: Crack
Word Count: 5,200
Summary: A fractured White Collar fairy tale.
A/N: My offering for Round 2 of
run_the_con and
fatale’s prompt, “snow.”
The farmer pressed a shiny, red apple into Neal's hands. Neal found his mouth watering at the sight of the succulent fruit.
“I did skip lunch,” he said, then took the apple, polished it against his shirt, and took a big bite. The fruit was juicy and tart, and Neal smiled at the farmer as he took another bite. But soon, he felt very strange, a cold sweat breaking out all over his body, as his tongue and all his extremities went numb.
“Is something wrong, young man?”
“I dunno – I feel so strange, I –“ Neal fumbled for the edge of the cart to steady himself, but he was too weak and fell to the ground instead. He lay on his back, blinking up at the sun shining through the trees, panicking as his vision tunneled. Soon, he was aware of a shadow falling upon his face, and he looked over, expecting to see the face of the farmer before him. But this was no longer the hard-working man whose cart Neal had helped to repair; in his place was the cold yet handsome face of his father, Evil King James, his blue eyes glittering coldly.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter, James, Elizabeth, Diana, Alex, Moz, Jones, Hughes, Satchmo, June, Fowler
Spoilers: None
Content Notice: Crack
Word Count: 5,200
Summary: A fractured White Collar fairy tale.
A/N: My offering for Round 2 of
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The farmer pressed a shiny, red apple into Neal's hands. Neal found his mouth watering at the sight of the succulent fruit.
“I did skip lunch,” he said, then took the apple, polished it against his shirt, and took a big bite. The fruit was juicy and tart, and Neal smiled at the farmer as he took another bite. But soon, he felt very strange, a cold sweat breaking out all over his body, as his tongue and all his extremities went numb.
“Is something wrong, young man?”
“I dunno – I feel so strange, I –“ Neal fumbled for the edge of the cart to steady himself, but he was too weak and fell to the ground instead. He lay on his back, blinking up at the sun shining through the trees, panicking as his vision tunneled. Soon, he was aware of a shadow falling upon his face, and he looked over, expecting to see the face of the farmer before him. But this was no longer the hard-working man whose cart Neal had helped to repair; in his place was the cold yet handsome face of his father, Evil King James, his blue eyes glittering coldly.